You feel the sheets tucked tightly around you. They are so restrictive you cannot move. You wonder why you can’t see anything and can barely hear. The muffled voices sound stifled, as if the speakers don’t want you to hear.
You strain to lift your arms, but the bedclothes prevent you from doing anything, imprisoned, restrained and scared.
“So how is she today, Doctor?”
“Well, her injuries are improving every day, so much so that we are planning to bring her out of the coma.”
“Will she be normal when she comes round?”
“Depends on your definition of normal, we can’t guarantee anything. Just gentle encouragement and lots of physio.” The Doctor left the room and closed the door behind him. The Nurse continued to do her observations, temperature, blood pressure, pulse.
You feel the Nurse touching you and try to speak, how can you get their attention. If you move a finger, maybe she will notice. You put all your energies into raising one finger and feel confident that it moved. You try to open your eyes, but they appear almost glued shut. Perhaps if you could blink, they would realise you were awake.
You feel another person close by, they hold your hand and speak loudly in your ear, but it still sounds muted. But you feel comforted that someone is there for you.
Maybe if you try to remember why you are in this bed and how long you have been there. Using your brain is almost painful and doesn’t help, as you can’t think why you are here. Panic starts to set in, supposing you are going to be like this forever……
276 words – Sandy Bryson