“What, Doctor?” I inquired, as I could not believe my ears. I reached up my by head, bandaged. I felt odd, like I was standing outside myself; my brain, my feelings, didn’t feel quite like myself.

“The accident was quite severe, I’m afraid. Your brain ha sustained a rare injury. But this was one that was repairable my a new technology, nano-tech.”

“Wait, like Star Trek or Tony Stark?” I gro...

He knows where he is before his eyes even open. Raising his lids above his brown irises and dilated pupils only confirms his worst fears. He didn’t dream up that car accident.

He can’t even speak when a nurse walks in. It feels like a weight is pressing down on him. The nurse looks at him with sympathy as he writes something down on a clipboard. But something is off. His edges are blurred and......

My eyes open, but I can’t see much. I try blinking them a couple of times until my vision clears up. Once I can finally see I notice that I’m in a weird place surrounded by strange people.

“Hello there, you must be Daisy. I’m Betty, your nurse.” She says as she’s checking all my vitals. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” She asked.

“I’m feeling fine, but where am I and who are you again?!” I as...

She finally awoke from her 18 hour sleep, but with no memory of what happened. She was confused and angry that she had no idea where she was or why she was here. She was in pain. And a lot of it. As her mind trailed off into wild thoughts the doctors came creeping in. She couldn’t help but notice their expressions on their faces, they looked sad almost distraught but in a sorry kind of way. What w...

I wake up in the recovery room, it looks like all the other rooms, but more empty. This one is just me and my oxygen tank. I look around and there is a nurse, who sees that I am awake.

“Hello, I’m Margaret. Your nurse for the day. On a scale of one to ten, one being the least, ten being the most, how much pain are you feeling?” She asked kindly with a clipboard ready to write it down.

I flex mus...

I wake up in a hospital bed unable to gather my thoughts. I feel like hurting someone and grabbing one of the scalpels left on the side of my bed and poking it into someone’s eye. I didn’t know why I felt this way it was weird because I’m not the type to have intentions into hurting someone. But it felt like I had to. I also felt like someone that I didn’t know was watching me just sitting there ...