I woke up. I slept a long time. However, it wasn't my room that I woke up in. I was tied to hoses and cables and strange devices made annoying noises above me. It was a hospital room. I tried to move, but it was painful to find that the needles were tightened a little more in my body. I slowly let myself sink back. I had a headache and there was a cast on my left leg. Why am i here What happened? I only know that I ... I didn't know anything anymore. I couldn't remember anything. Everything was blurry. I only saw pictures while sitting in a carousel that activated my consciousness.
I read it. It's coming again.
I took another look at the room. There was darkness behind the window. To my left was another bed in which someone even slept. Suddenly the door opened and the light stung my eyes. No sooner are you awake than you are being tortured to death.A loud babble of voices cut through my ears. Two or three people were walking around me frantically. I was greeted with a warm smile and a "good evening" from a nurse. She said to me that the doctor was coming soon and that I was lucky. Luck? In which? I wanted to say but the tube in my throat didn't want that. And then the doctor came. He opened my eyes and shone with his little lamp into my almost blind eyes. Dark spots of light danced before my eyes. The doctor gave me an injection and I was gone shortly afterwards.
It couldn't have been long, the next day it was just getting light. All of my hoses and cast had been removed overnight. I turned my head to the other bed. One person sat upright in bed and ate. She looked at me, swallowed her scrambled eggs and wished me a good morning. Her soft voice intoxicated me. It was probably because I hadn't heard for a long time"You were in the decimal point for six months," she continued. She asked me if she should call a sister who would bring me something to eat. I just shook my head. My throat was too thick for that.