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The Awakening
Nick rubbed weakly at his eyes, which were nearly crusted shut.
He blinked about a dozen times re-visualizing his focus.
He watched vertical lines of light shift nearly imperceptibly across his lap as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.
The square mini sized window was open, letting in a gentle breeze, and the short length violet purple blinds swayed ever so slightly.
He extended his right arm and felt the thrust tug of a forgotten intravenous inside his right forearm.
Winced his eyes twitching with a bit of a tip of his upper lip. Squeezing his right hand into a fist. Groaned smack right back down laying on his roughing hospital bed. Didn't seat to well for his forehead dealing with trauma to the head.
It was sitting under his skin uselessly.
Caused of his movement moving it up to his radical artery, the drip long emptied.
Plop plop plop, down his right arm blood it goes.
He reached again-more carefully this time-to the bedside of the wooden table, clumsily knocking down an dusty empty flower vase down.
Had one variety bouquet Sympathy Gardenia flowers inside it.
Splattered beside the right hand side of Nick's uncomfortable hospital bed.
His designed Samsung blue phone was just out of reach.
It took him four attempts to sit up and swing his right leg out of bed.
Onto the frigid hospital floor.
Then the left leg.
He tried to stand. Felt lightheaded, so relaxed more then usual.
Body lightly rocked back an forth in motion.
Gently removed the needle left injected into him.
Hyperventilating softly between cut off breaths regaining to stay calm and very still with sharp low weighted tools.
Jerked it across the room, hint of anxiety.
Don't want to be anywhere near more then hundred feet from that thing.
Kept it out of his sight.
Used the front butt end of the bed to hold his upright position from falling. Feet skid back and forth in place.
He was virtually reaching his end point.
Nick then gripped on the icy-cold steel bed railing to steady himself on his own two feet becoming steady.
Hks back felt tight, so he painfuly twisted from side to side to a symphony of loud pops and cracks. Instant relief.
Had shuffled past two huge inflated "Thank you For Being Our Top One Donor Nick Rollins!;)" balloons, to retrieve his phone.
The battery still had some juice to spare. In good condition.
Problem is, it was locked.
Asking for some kind of password to unlock it.
He attempts to slowly insert the needed password requirement to login in the pin code he remembers at the top of his tongue.
Few seconds of this attempt, suddenly failed.
Instead, he received an urgent vibrating robot message typed in bold letters across the main home screen saying;
"Wrong password." "Please try again.
"Three more incorrect password attempts an this device will deactivate itself! "
"You've been warned! "
Flashes itself back to the locked main screen.
Asking for the password once more.
Nick's vision started the dismay. Intensity leaves me unable to take a breath.
Inability to talk very coherently, losing concentration in the state his in.
Sets hand over his closed eyes collapsing on his knees coughing horribly.
Gasping for air.
His hands quivering.
Unvulnerable to control his impulses.
Causing the phone slip out his grip.
It tumbling down across the floor.
He was weak, and the dehydration made it difficult to process anything right, but his desire for water an bandages.
Hands slithered stings splashing his leaking out blood to his eyes, unprepared.
The room illuminated his whole body inside her room by the opening scenery sun setting outside.
"The-ugh-power must've gone out," he thought as he troubled himself the shakily shuffle toward the dark isolated hallways outside his room, trying not to collapse on the frigid floor again.
A generator powered a few flickering fluorescent lights above his forehead.
"Anybody here?" "Here........... here.......... here?" He asked.
There was no answer, no information.
His dry weak voice echoed through out the entire hospital.
Nick didn't bother questioning anything-else, for now.
Turned his attention towards the nurse's desk in front of him.
Looked desperately on the nurse's front desk.
Saw something that was going to keep his energy flowing little while longer.
An coffee mug appears in Nick's presence.
Licks his crusty lips the best he could.
Glanced his hazelnut eyes deeper beyond the front desk.
Making sure nobody there for him to make her hasty move.
What came into view were an Happy Thrity-fourYear-Old Birthday-Elizabeth Horton-poster.
Balloons hovering on top of the nurse's desk for awhile it seems.
Creating a repeatedly annoying squeaky balloons sounds impetrating the be taken from there misery rotation cycle.
Crazy that it stays all in one place. Bunched up together.
The poster looked quite suspicious.
The distinguished happy birthday poster of Arlette been rising multiple red flags.
As if someone just planted it on the wall for the last few minutes ago, while Nick was in the other room, struggling for her life.
The thing is about the door, It wasn't even locked.
It was wide open viewing everything happening in progress.
Nick in the other room wasn't at all that far away from the nurse's desk where the action took place.
Convinced Nick enough to without hesitation grabbing the mug from the nurse's desk and gulped down what's ever in there.
Gulped down some cold black coffee, greedily.
Sets the mug back down, body slumping losing it's standard posture.
Leaped over the desk font laying half his stomach on top of it, balancing his legs midway mid air.
Scuffled through busting open the desk drawers wide open. Stuck his arm with a little pain strain, reminding him it's as far as it's gonna go.
Felt twice as something metal.
Bouncing around pushed into colliding with other materials,
erupt metallic clangs.
Pulled his fingers together to get a nice grip on them. Slams it flapping on the desk.
Prepared a string of thread sewing up his right arm.
The fluid caffeine hit him fast. Vision upright. Felt splendid.
He can up straight on his own.
Breathe happily, in anyway he prospects too.
Finished the finishing touches, grunting every second. Wiggles his right arm, feels no more blood leaking out.
Took deep breaths and scanned the hallways.
Freely swinging his arms up and down, watchimg his six.
Paced around the deserted building noticing that things aren't adding up.
Blurts out his overwhelming unanswered thoughts.
© Tita
He blinked about a dozen times re-visualizing his focus.
He watched vertical lines of light shift nearly imperceptibly across his lap as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.
The square mini sized window was open, letting in a gentle breeze, and the short length violet purple blinds swayed ever so slightly.
He extended his right arm and felt the thrust tug of a forgotten intravenous inside his right forearm.
Winced his eyes twitching with a bit of a tip of his upper lip. Squeezing his right hand into a fist. Groaned smack right back down laying on his roughing hospital bed. Didn't seat to well for his forehead dealing with trauma to the head.
It was sitting under his skin uselessly.
Caused of his movement moving it up to his radical artery, the drip long emptied.
Plop plop plop, down his right arm blood it goes.
He reached again-more carefully this time-to the bedside of the wooden table, clumsily knocking down an dusty empty flower vase down.
Had one variety bouquet Sympathy Gardenia flowers inside it.
Splattered beside the right hand side of Nick's uncomfortable hospital bed.
His designed Samsung blue phone was just out of reach.
It took him four attempts to sit up and swing his right leg out of bed.
Onto the frigid hospital floor.
Then the left leg.
He tried to stand. Felt lightheaded, so relaxed more then usual.
Body lightly rocked back an forth in motion.
Gently removed the needle left injected into him.
Hyperventilating softly between cut off breaths regaining to stay calm and very still with sharp low weighted tools.
Jerked it across the room, hint of anxiety.
Don't want to be anywhere near more then hundred feet from that thing.
Kept it out of his sight.
Used the front butt end of the bed to hold his upright position from falling. Feet skid back and forth in place.
He was virtually reaching his end point.
Nick then gripped on the icy-cold steel bed railing to steady himself on his own two feet becoming steady.
Hks back felt tight, so he painfuly twisted from side to side to a symphony of loud pops and cracks. Instant relief.
Had shuffled past two huge inflated "Thank you For Being Our Top One Donor Nick Rollins!;)" balloons, to retrieve his phone.
The battery still had some juice to spare. In good condition.
Problem is, it was locked.
Asking for some kind of password to unlock it.
He attempts to slowly insert the needed password requirement to login in the pin code he remembers at the top of his tongue.
Few seconds of this attempt, suddenly failed.
Instead, he received an urgent vibrating robot message typed in bold letters across the main home screen saying;
"Wrong password." "Please try again.
"Three more incorrect password attempts an this device will deactivate itself! "
"You've been warned! "
Flashes itself back to the locked main screen.
Asking for the password once more.
Nick's vision started the dismay. Intensity leaves me unable to take a breath.
Inability to talk very coherently, losing concentration in the state his in.
Sets hand over his closed eyes collapsing on his knees coughing horribly.
Gasping for air.
His hands quivering.
Unvulnerable to control his impulses.
Causing the phone slip out his grip.
It tumbling down across the floor.
He was weak, and the dehydration made it difficult to process anything right, but his desire for water an bandages.
Hands slithered stings splashing his leaking out blood to his eyes, unprepared.
The room illuminated his whole body inside her room by the opening scenery sun setting outside.
"The-ugh-power must've gone out," he thought as he troubled himself the shakily shuffle toward the dark isolated hallways outside his room, trying not to collapse on the frigid floor again.
A generator powered a few flickering fluorescent lights above his forehead.
"Anybody here?" "Here........... here.......... here?" He asked.
There was no answer, no information.
His dry weak voice echoed through out the entire hospital.
Nick didn't bother questioning anything-else, for now.
Turned his attention towards the nurse's desk in front of him.
Looked desperately on the nurse's front desk.
Saw something that was going to keep his energy flowing little while longer.
An coffee mug appears in Nick's presence.
Licks his crusty lips the best he could.
Glanced his hazelnut eyes deeper beyond the front desk.
Making sure nobody there for him to make her hasty move.
What came into view were an Happy Thrity-fourYear-Old Birthday-Elizabeth Horton-poster.
Balloons hovering on top of the nurse's desk for awhile it seems.
Creating a repeatedly annoying squeaky balloons sounds impetrating the be taken from there misery rotation cycle.
Crazy that it stays all in one place. Bunched up together.
The poster looked quite suspicious.
The distinguished happy birthday poster of Arlette been rising multiple red flags.
As if someone just planted it on the wall for the last few minutes ago, while Nick was in the other room, struggling for her life.
The thing is about the door, It wasn't even locked.
It was wide open viewing everything happening in progress.
Nick in the other room wasn't at all that far away from the nurse's desk where the action took place.
Convinced Nick enough to without hesitation grabbing the mug from the nurse's desk and gulped down what's ever in there.
Gulped down some cold black coffee, greedily.
Sets the mug back down, body slumping losing it's standard posture.
Leaped over the desk font laying half his stomach on top of it, balancing his legs midway mid air.
Scuffled through busting open the desk drawers wide open. Stuck his arm with a little pain strain, reminding him it's as far as it's gonna go.
Felt twice as something metal.
Bouncing around pushed into colliding with other materials,
erupt metallic clangs.
Pulled his fingers together to get a nice grip on them. Slams it flapping on the desk.
Prepared a string of thread sewing up his right arm.
The fluid caffeine hit him fast. Vision upright. Felt splendid.
He can up straight on his own.
Breathe happily, in anyway he prospects too.
Finished the finishing touches, grunting every second. Wiggles his right arm, feels no more blood leaking out.
Took deep breaths and scanned the hallways.
Freely swinging his arms up and down, watchimg his six.
Paced around the deserted building noticing that things aren't adding up.
Blurts out his overwhelming unanswered thoughts.
© Tita
