On Your Heals

This is the first entry for my literary posts. The following selection is a story that takes place in a seemingly abandoned hospital , with a lone patient dazed from anesthetics trying to understand the situation. The main goal of the introduction passages is to show a patient waking up from anesthetics and finding the entire hospital to be seemingly abandoned. There are surreal signs of the hospital rooms being only recently occupied, causing this person to feel a surreal presence as if those people were still there. The passages after this introduction would be used to explore this strange setting while progressing through the hospital , perhaps towards the main entrance , to find the truth behind this situation. The further out towards the entrance, the patient experiences even more surreal moments. I wont spoil the rest, as the story is still in its planning stages.

My vision's blurry. My head has a throbbing sound , like the whooshing from an echo cardiogram. My body is listless , with no amount of will to force it to movie. My vision is slowly coming back to normal, with the images of a room forming a coherent sight. That feeling of wanting to vomit was also numbing as my vision recovering. I cant hear anything, and the room is only illuminated by the pallor of the moon light. I can see a guard rail on either side of me, and what looks like a heart monitor and some other medical equipment. There didn't seem to be any IV lines on my arm , thankfully. Why am I in a hospital bed, in a badly lit room? And for that matter, where is everyone else? The headache is back, and the throbbing sound in my ear as well. My clothing was lying on a chair next to me bed, so I dressed in my slacks and polo shirt before walking out the door.

I couldnt see through the hallway; it was dark as night. The windows were all shuttered and the blinds closed. It did feel a little creepy , with the atmosphere chilling the sweet on my forehead in an equally strange manner. I swept my hand over my forehead, and the realization that I was still sweating made me feel uneasy. I was physically in terror, but the anesthetics kept my mind from feeling it. There was something wrong, I didnt know what. This entire hospital seemed wrong. I pushed forward, dragging my body along. Several rooms had their doors unlocked, with their lights on. I checked on of these suspicious rooms. There was nobody in here, but the bed looked messy , and a chair was pulled up towards it. It looked as if two people had been in here, concevably talking to each other. I continued searching for signs of people.

So, I opened some of the cabinets and drawers. Seeing watches, socks and magazines in these drawers would have surprised anyone in an empty hospital. But, my mind was serene. My body trembled only slightly , though I know I am supposed to be afraid of this deselate yet lived in place. I wouldnt have felt any worry to find out that the beds and chairs were still warm. I sat in one of these chairs, and felt as if seeing through the eyes of someone else. It was a surreal experience, to know that my body was the same yet these feelings were owned by someone who wasnt even present. I decided to continue through the seemingly abondoned hospital , to find the people whose presence could still be felt.