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Beep, beep, beep, beep…
Every time I close my eyes, I can hear the sound that the vital signs machine makes, every time that night comes and I close my eyes I can feel how the sphygmomanometer presses on my left arm and the pain prevents me from sleeping... I have the unpleasant feeling that it is very cold and I can only hear voices in the distance; I can't always identify what they're saying, but that annoying sound keeps pissing me of.
Every time I close my eyes, I can see that red room, everything I can see from my place is completely red, there are several shadows around me but I can't identify anyone, not even their voices are familiar to me but surely, they seem to be worried. One of those shadows has approached me and with a voice that seems calm, he tells me to let them know if I feel bad; I'm tired…
I don't feel like waking up.
At first everything was dark, very dark, there was no sound, there were no colors, there was no fear, there was nothing... At first there was not even pain. It was then that I heard my name.
- Mar…c -
I thought I heard my name, they repeated it over and over and over.
It was definitely my name.
I don't want to wake up, I want to stay here in the dark... I had never felt so calm, not even in the field of reeds, all that golden glow was nothing compared to being wrapped in this darkness.
Beep, beep, beep, beep…
Ugh, that sound is very annoying, it bothers me that after the fourth beep the pain is more intense; I feel how it squeezes me tightly, stopping for a few seconds and then the sound continues.
- Mar…rc -
- Mar…c -
- Marc -
My name, they are saying my name, I am no longer in the dark, now I am in that red room, I can barely see a little of what is in that room, I feel tired. There is a door in front of me, the red-light contrasts with the opaque door in front of me, I don't know what is happening, but I am very, very tired, I hear again that voice that speaks to me calmly, it tells me to let him know if I feel something…
I'm tired, I feel sick, I want to keep on sleeping.
-I'm dozy…-
Beep, beep, beeeeeee...
I closed my eyes, I'm tired, but I can still hear someone screaming with terror in their voice if they have put the correct unit on me, that they must disconnect the transfusion immediately, I can clearly hear they answered that it was the correct one, the voices start to go further and further away.
I'm sleepy, I'm tired, I'm so cold, I want them to shut up, I want them to shut up, I WANT THE PAIN TO GO AWAY!
Beep, beep, beep, beep…
I have a feeling I'll be here a long time.
Beep, beep, beep, beep…
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It's already been 5 years since we faced Harrow in Cairo, since the contract I made with Konshu completely vanished, I can still hear the vital signs machine every time I close my eyes. It's been 5 years and it still hurts every time I feel how the sphygmomanometer presses on my arm...
I am tired, I want to sleep.