Deep in the night, as the moon shines bright, full, over the city. Shadows of the trees glides swiftly along the wind. The chilling air can almost burn the insides of someone's nasal cavity. The night's sky is almost purple, as if rain's going to fall. The rain did fell and the pouring salty water glistened and sparkled with the starry skies. And all you could hear is the sound of the nearby city street, the night's hustle with the pouring rain.
Charlie, on the other hand, was lying on bed with all these intravenous lines connected all over him like a Christmas tree, warm, feverish. Intubated. Monitors are beeping, small talks from nurses, phones are ringing, that's all Charlie could hear. He knows he's in a hospital. He knows he's been there because of an accident. His sense of hearing became so sensitive since he regain his consciousness from that accident. He couldn't open his eyes, he can't even see any light seep or pass though his eyelids. He can't feel his body at the same time, no pain, just the numbness and that's all. As with the sense of taste and smell, it was the same, none.
Until...
Though Charlie don't know the exact time he knows that this is the time of the night, or day, when everything is fluidly silent. But this time something was different, somewhere in the room he heard a small noise. An obvious creaking sound that lasted for about few seconds, virtually unnoticeable but due to Charlie's immense sensitivity he loudly heard it. Suddenly, he felt something seeping through his buccal cavity. He can now taste something and it was like as if it was the first time but the difference is he knows exactly what it is. In an instant he gasped for air. Then he kind of felt parched for the thing that was filling him through his mouth. He wanted more but it stopped pouring. Charlie can't do anything, he still can't move, still can't see, and can't hardly feel but heard slow sniffing near him, so near he can almost feel it. Then in a sudden bolt he regained all his senses.
Charlie rammed the back of his head on his bed. Over and over. His pulses went up, blood pressure is off the charts. He was extubated. He felt everything now, his memory gave him all the pain he should have felt when he was unconscious. It was as if he woke from up from dead and the embalming was in reverse. Charlie felt a surge of immense pain and undefined emotions. He almost looked like he was having a seizure.
Nurses and doctors rushed in the room.
"Charlie, Charlie can you hear me?", asked the doctor while he tried to secure Charlie to the bed.
Charlie wasn't struggling and all, he was like in a restraint epilepsy, confined.
Then in an instant, he fell back to the bed with his eyes closed. Immobile but breathing. The nurse immediately checked Charlie's pulses since the monitors are unreliable now.
Then she blurted, "Dr. Morrigan." The doctor quickly responded.
Charlie's wrist was lashed, it's pouring venous blood, soaking the bed in dark red. The nurse tried to press against it to stop the bleeding. He was then hooked back to monitors for strict monitoring. Charlie is now lying there in his bed, limp.
"He must have wounded himself from the bed rails or something during the seizure.", said the other nurse as he wheels out the emergency cart.
"Don't remove that from this room, we could have a code anytime." Dr. Elsa Morrigan instructed while examining the cut on Charlie's right wrist, puzzled.
"Call his mother." She told the bedside nurse.
Charlie is in a deep sleep now, exhausted from the surge of his senses. An unexplainable thing happened that night but one thing is a fact: Charlie's wrist was punctured, and it definitely looks like a bite.
Charlie, on the other hand, was lying on bed with all these intravenous lines connected all over him like a Christmas tree, warm, feverish. Intubated. Monitors are beeping, small talks from nurses, phones are ringing, that's all Charlie could hear. He knows he's in a hospital. He knows he's been there because of an accident. His sense of hearing became so sensitive since he regain his consciousness from that accident. He couldn't open his eyes, he can't even see any light seep or pass though his eyelids. He can't feel his body at the same time, no pain, just the numbness and that's all. As with the sense of taste and smell, it was the same, none.
Until...
Though Charlie don't know the exact time he knows that this is the time of the night, or day, when everything is fluidly silent. But this time something was different, somewhere in the room he heard a small noise. An obvious creaking sound that lasted for about few seconds, virtually unnoticeable but due to Charlie's immense sensitivity he loudly heard it. Suddenly, he felt something seeping through his buccal cavity. He can now taste something and it was like as if it was the first time but the difference is he knows exactly what it is. In an instant he gasped for air. Then he kind of felt parched for the thing that was filling him through his mouth. He wanted more but it stopped pouring. Charlie can't do anything, he still can't move, still can't see, and can't hardly feel but heard slow sniffing near him, so near he can almost feel it. Then in a sudden bolt he regained all his senses.
Charlie rammed the back of his head on his bed. Over and over. His pulses went up, blood pressure is off the charts. He was extubated. He felt everything now, his memory gave him all the pain he should have felt when he was unconscious. It was as if he woke from up from dead and the embalming was in reverse. Charlie felt a surge of immense pain and undefined emotions. He almost looked like he was having a seizure.
Nurses and doctors rushed in the room.
"Charlie, Charlie can you hear me?", asked the doctor while he tried to secure Charlie to the bed.
Charlie wasn't struggling and all, he was like in a restraint epilepsy, confined.
Then in an instant, he fell back to the bed with his eyes closed. Immobile but breathing. The nurse immediately checked Charlie's pulses since the monitors are unreliable now.
Then she blurted, "Dr. Morrigan." The doctor quickly responded.
Charlie's wrist was lashed, it's pouring venous blood, soaking the bed in dark red. The nurse tried to press against it to stop the bleeding. He was then hooked back to monitors for strict monitoring. Charlie is now lying there in his bed, limp.
"He must have wounded himself from the bed rails or something during the seizure.", said the other nurse as he wheels out the emergency cart.
"Don't remove that from this room, we could have a code anytime." Dr. Elsa Morrigan instructed while examining the cut on Charlie's right wrist, puzzled.
"Call his mother." She told the bedside nurse.
Charlie is in a deep sleep now, exhausted from the surge of his senses. An unexplainable thing happened that night but one thing is a fact: Charlie's wrist was punctured, and it definitely looks like a bite.
