The voices around me.
Crawl under my skin.
I barely walk and crawl
To get to the hospital bed.

My vision is red.
Probably because of the blood.
So many doctors and nurses around.
But none of them have the guts.

Bruises, cuts, wounds.
Beyond recognition.
I wonder how I looked like.
Probably not so worse.

Last thing i remember, i was on a bed.
Feeling cold hands touching my skin.
I felt it on my arms, hands, legs.
It was ice cold, i wonder who it is.

With my blurry vision, i see...