Frail.

That's the only thing you need to know about me.

I always remember being hooked up in many cables. Beeping sounds always drummed in my ears, drowning other sounds I've been hearing; the birds outside, the families waiting on the other side of the room, the conversation the people on white always had with both of my parents…

All of that had been muted.

The beeping sound keeps me wide awake, like always. I keep thinking that those sound, the beeping, the electronic and robotic sound coming from a machine beside me, is my lifeline. Which when I got a little older, I will know that it really is.

And then there was 'the people'. The people that always have white coats and white overalls on them with their clipboards and pens that make me feel... weird. I still don't know the word but I will realized later on that I was just self-conscious.

Sometimes I like this place. It makes me feel light. But most of times, it's not. Looking at the four corners of the room with the white walls that completely surround me, this, all of this is making me so claustrophobic.

This room should make me feel better.

That's what they always say.

But truthfully, it doesn't.

And then every once in a while, there's always this pain in my chest. That even the small little girl inside of me couldn't take the pain anymore.

The rushing of feet always keeps me awake. And then they became blurred. They always moved me in another room when I started to feel this pain in my chest, when the beeping sound of the machine changes its beat and when there are black spots at the corner of my eyes due to the pain I couldn't hide anymore.

This another room is not the same as the white room I'm always caged in.

This room always has a bright light up ahead.

I always want to reach it.

But I can't, because every time I reach for it, I just couldn't.

My right arm wouldn't move. My whole body is numb, already sleeping. Only my mind is awake.

They always said something, something soothing. I always panic after that because I already knew what will happen.

Like always, one of them - not the one with the soothing voice - carried the thing I fear the most, a needle encased in some plastic I don't know.

This is what always happens after those sweet words.

I don't want to sleep when I'm all numb. I'm afraid that I will never wake up.

But one of them still keeps me going, saying something soothing. I don't know what she's saying anymore. Maybe encouraging words like always.

I tried to focus on the person speaking. She is new. I know it. She has a mask and cap, and wearing those blue overalls like any of them would when I'm in this room. I don't know how I could tell – maybe of her presence.

My eyes are slowly closing now. Her words are like mantra in my ears. It's calming. I like her voice. That person doesn't sound like any of the people in white are. (They're the ones that always makes mom and dad cry but sometimes happy too although that's not very often.)

And then I slightly close my eyes, not completely shut down since I still saw some light and something that bothered me.

I tried to will my eyes not to close even for just a few seconds just to understand what I was seeing, because the doctor - she gave me this look I don't understand at all.

I really don't have the time to understand things since I'm slowly drifting away and the blackness is already creeping behind my eyes.

But later on, when I got a little bit older, when I understand more things in this life than before, I realized that the look she - the doctor - gave me was just a look of pity.

A/N:

If you haven't noticed it yet, I really tried hard not to give a hint who is the on the first person point of view. :D

Well, who do you think it is? Marceline or Bonnibel? xD