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Rude 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 crusty trickle.
Squeezed his right hand into a fist, slammed back down.
Didn't seat well with the coronation blood drawn-out above the bottom elbow of his arm it was settled in.
Neddle sit under his skin uselessly.
His movement zipped up to his radical artery.
Plop plop plop, his right arm blood laspe.
He reached again-more carefully with his right arm this time-to the bedside of the wooden table, clumsily knocking down an dusty flower vase.
Had one bouquet variety Sympathy Gardenia flowers inside it.
Splattered beside the right hand side of Nick's hospital bed.
His designed Samsung blue phone was 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.
Lightly rocked back an forth in motion.
Gently removing the needle injected into him.
Hyperventilate between breaths.
Regaining his self control.
Jerked it across the room, out of anxiety.
Didn't want to be anywhere near more then hundred feet from that thing.
Used the front butt end of the bed holding his right upside from falling.
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.
His 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," acorss behind the wall front senator desk floats balloons to retrieve his phone.
He winched, has felt the bandaged pale patch of his organ transplant on the side of his left hip.
The battery still had some juice to spare in good condition.
Problem was, 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 tries to remember at the top of his head.
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.
Gahh!!" Nick screamed.
The pain shot up his chest like fire. He blench losing control of the phone with a flick up in the air.
It erupt in his head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him lurch.
The pain was like needles that had been dipped in alcohol have been jammed through his skin, like the obliterating factor that get worsen each second that goes by.
Collapsed to his knees quivering.
Coughed to extent his bones dying to jump out.
He was weak, and the hunger made it difficult to process anything right, but his desire for nutrition.
The room illuminated his whole body inside his room by the opening scenery sun setting outside.
Sun ray his whole body in the corner right-side of his room, shinning like a dazzling superstar.
Troubled himself the keep moving forward toward the dark isolated hallways outside his room.
Stumbled with a limping drag.
A generator powered a few flickering fluorescent lights throughout the hospital.
Generated back on indicating someone there.
Turned his attention towards the nurse's desk in over his head.
Grunts the halfway up.
Saw something that was sufficient to his needs, is better then nothing.
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 his 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 balloon sounds impetrating the be taken from there misery rotation cycle.
Crazy that it stay all in one place. Bunched up together for who knows how long.
Snatched the mug gulping down what's ever in there.
Metallic rush of warm decayed coffee liquid filled soothe his dry parched throat.
Coffee set to no waste.
Sets the mug back down. Able to breathe naturally again.
Placed a hand over his heart.
Beating normal beats farther away from stabbing his chest.
Half suppressed his laugh between syllabus, if were laughs fragments of words.
Paced up his arms the lift it up over his lip to feel the softness tissue through out the way past the end path of his lip.
Busting open the desk drawers wide open.
Scuffled remaining contents within the drawers.
Giving it a look-look. Throws it behind him.
Archives of medical procedures reports, identifications paperwork, cosmetic surgeries documents.
Bouncing around push into colliding with other materials,
erupt a metal racket.
Pulled his fingers together to get a nice grip on two in-particular instruments.
Slams it smack on the front desk.
Prepared a string of thread sewing up his right arm.
The fluid caffeine hit him fast.
Vision upright.
Felt splendid.
He can think more straight on his own
Breathe happily, in anyway he prospects too.
Finished the finishing touches, winch every second a needle pricking through his skin.
Pocketed in his back pockets a 9 loaded millimeter pistol.
Wiggles his right arm, feels no more blood leaking out.
Took deep breaths and scanned the hallways.
Freely swinging his arms up and down, watching his six.
Paced around the deserted building noticing that things aren't adding up.
Blurts out his overwhelming unanswered thoughts looking around.
© The Anime Weeb
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 crusty trickle.
Squeezed his right hand into a fist, slammed back down.
Didn't seat well with the coronation blood drawn-out above the bottom elbow of his arm it was settled in.
Neddle sit under his skin uselessly.
His movement zipped up to his radical artery.
Plop plop plop, his right arm blood laspe.
He reached again-more carefully with his right arm this time-to the bedside of the wooden table, clumsily knocking down an dusty flower vase.
Had one bouquet variety Sympathy Gardenia flowers inside it.
Splattered beside the right hand side of Nick's hospital bed.
His designed Samsung blue phone was 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.
Lightly rocked back an forth in motion.
Gently removing the needle injected into him.
Hyperventilate between breaths.
Regaining his self control.
Jerked it across the room, out of anxiety.
Didn't want to be anywhere near more then hundred feet from that thing.
Used the front butt end of the bed holding his right upside from falling.
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.
His 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," acorss behind the wall front senator desk floats balloons to retrieve his phone.
He winched, has felt the bandaged pale patch of his organ transplant on the side of his left hip.
The battery still had some juice to spare in good condition.
Problem was, 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 tries to remember at the top of his head.
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.
Gahh!!" Nick screamed.
The pain shot up his chest like fire. He blench losing control of the phone with a flick up in the air.
It erupt in his head with a blinding whiteness. It made him dizzy. It made him lurch.
The pain was like needles that had been dipped in alcohol have been jammed through his skin, like the obliterating factor that get worsen each second that goes by.
Collapsed to his knees quivering.
Coughed to extent his bones dying to jump out.
He was weak, and the hunger made it difficult to process anything right, but his desire for nutrition.
The room illuminated his whole body inside his room by the opening scenery sun setting outside.
Sun ray his whole body in the corner right-side of his room, shinning like a dazzling superstar.
Troubled himself the keep moving forward toward the dark isolated hallways outside his room.
Stumbled with a limping drag.
A generator powered a few flickering fluorescent lights throughout the hospital.
Generated back on indicating someone there.
Turned his attention towards the nurse's desk in over his head.
Grunts the halfway up.
Saw something that was sufficient to his needs, is better then nothing.
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 his 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 balloon sounds impetrating the be taken from there misery rotation cycle.
Crazy that it stay all in one place. Bunched up together for who knows how long.
Snatched the mug gulping down what's ever in there.
Metallic rush of warm decayed coffee liquid filled soothe his dry parched throat.
Coffee set to no waste.
Sets the mug back down. Able to breathe naturally again.
Placed a hand over his heart.
Beating normal beats farther away from stabbing his chest.
Half suppressed his laugh between syllabus, if were laughs fragments of words.
Paced up his arms the lift it up over his lip to feel the softness tissue through out the way past the end path of his lip.
Busting open the desk drawers wide open.
Scuffled remaining contents within the drawers.
Giving it a look-look. Throws it behind him.
Archives of medical procedures reports, identifications paperwork, cosmetic surgeries documents.
Bouncing around push into colliding with other materials,
erupt a metal racket.
Pulled his fingers together to get a nice grip on two in-particular instruments.
Slams it smack on the front desk.
Prepared a string of thread sewing up his right arm.
The fluid caffeine hit him fast.
Vision upright.
Felt splendid.
He can think more straight on his own
Breathe happily, in anyway he prospects too.
Finished the finishing touches, winch every second a needle pricking through his skin.
Pocketed in his back pockets a 9 loaded millimeter pistol.
Wiggles his right arm, feels no more blood leaking out.
Took deep breaths and scanned the hallways.
Freely swinging his arms up and down, watching his six.
Paced around the deserted building noticing that things aren't adding up.
Blurts out his overwhelming unanswered thoughts looking around.
© The Anime Weeb
