#1 Color Of Ruin
I had been almost convinced that I wouldn't get out of the living hell I managed to put myself in this time. Almost. I was sure that I wouldn't make it. That I knew I was in a critical condition and the moment they all left me alone in that glass cage with the disturbing blue of the UV-lights shining on my face I couldn't stop myself from thinking that my time had come. Even though I was thirty-three and therefore still relatively young.
Not being able to do anything else I listened to the constant humming of the light and watched the flickering blue light. It made me crazy but I was too exhausted from coughing and trying to get my breath back that I was too weak to be frustrated. Blue began to become my very much number one on my list of hated colors. Right at the moment I would probably even prefer pink or neon-green.
I had been more than happy when Dr. Brad Pitt and nurse Emma had turned of the blue light overnight. I had at least been able to catch some minutes of sleep between the hacking and loss of breath and had been glad that the summing didn't keep me from falling asleep again after my yearning for oxygen had been stilled. But now, early in the morning before my regular time of waking up during work they had turned the lamps on again. Once again the room was bathed in that unnerving blue.
I grew more and more tempted to obliterate the UV-lights above my head. All I wanted was a few hours more of non-disturbed sleep without the bur and without the hacking and most of all without the blue color. I knew the first thing I would do after I got out of this hell would be to ban everything blue from my daily life, including my favorite jeans, that's for sure. 'Cause blue is nothing more than a color that could ruin all the faith you have…