I'm standing in the hospital room that has been asigned to me. I'm still the smokey figure that i was earlier. The same figure that i first saw when i was on the gourney.
My surgeory went well. I think it went well anyway. I'm still alive.
I dont know how long ive been standing here. Its strange. Time seems off. People walk fast one minute and super slow the next. Ive wandered a bit. On the way up to my surgeory i explored. I see people who are smokey too sometimes. They look distraught and ragged. One of them came up to me and followed me then dissapated as soon as we reached the gallery. Ive seen things in this hosptial no one wants to see. Ive seen grizzly looking people ive never seen before. Hanging around room that arnt thiers or are empty. They are smokey too but they sit at the door way. Hands above their heads linked at the wrists pressed up to the wall.
They are scary looking. i just get a bad vibe.i dont talk to them but keep walking.
I look around my room. Alvin is here. Maybe thats why it feels so safe in here. Any way i look around my room for a chart but i dont see one.
I go out to the nurses station and see a younger looking man sitting there spacing off with a pen held iddle in his hand above my chart.
I shiver and cringe. Through pure instinct i look towards my room to see Alvin up with his head held on the wall. I can feel the anger coming out of my room.
I look back to the man and he's still spacing. I cant help him. I cant even freaking touch my own body. I cant get back. I cant do anything.
A tear rolls down my cheek as i plead to the man in the seat.
"Can you help him?" Because i cant.
I jump when the man does. Whoa he heard me. He stands up and looks around. I gather courage swallowing a bit.
I know if this doesnt work itll kill me. I reach my hand out. He heard me. Now if i can just touch him. If i can touch him. Maybe i can get somewhere. Or atleast some hope.
I come within centemeters and my hand ripples and turns to smoke.
The man walks away not even realizing that i tried to make contact with him.
I slump my shoulders and walk back into the room. I sit down on the bed next to myself.
I ripple into smoke which would normally bother me but now i dont even care. I lay down on the bed staring at the other me.
Willing somthing to happen. But nothing does.
My surgeory went well. I think it went well anyway. I'm still alive.
I dont know how long ive been standing here. Its strange. Time seems off. People walk fast one minute and super slow the next. Ive wandered a bit. On the way up to my surgeory i explored. I see people who are smokey too sometimes. They look distraught and ragged. One of them came up to me and followed me then dissapated as soon as we reached the gallery. Ive seen things in this hosptial no one wants to see. Ive seen grizzly looking people ive never seen before. Hanging around room that arnt thiers or are empty. They are smokey too but they sit at the door way. Hands above their heads linked at the wrists pressed up to the wall.
They are scary looking. i just get a bad vibe.i dont talk to them but keep walking.
I look around my room. Alvin is here. Maybe thats why it feels so safe in here. Any way i look around my room for a chart but i dont see one.
I go out to the nurses station and see a younger looking man sitting there spacing off with a pen held iddle in his hand above my chart.
I shiver and cringe. Through pure instinct i look towards my room to see Alvin up with his head held on the wall. I can feel the anger coming out of my room.
I look back to the man and he's still spacing. I cant help him. I cant even freaking touch my own body. I cant get back. I cant do anything.
A tear rolls down my cheek as i plead to the man in the seat.
"Can you help him?" Because i cant.
I jump when the man does. Whoa he heard me. He stands up and looks around. I gather courage swallowing a bit.
I know if this doesnt work itll kill me. I reach my hand out. He heard me. Now if i can just touch him. If i can touch him. Maybe i can get somewhere. Or atleast some hope.
I come within centemeters and my hand ripples and turns to smoke.
The man walks away not even realizing that i tried to make contact with him.
I slump my shoulders and walk back into the room. I sit down on the bed next to myself.
I ripple into smoke which would normally bother me but now i dont even care. I lay down on the bed staring at the other me.
Willing somthing to happen. But nothing does.