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Disintegration
Sudden burst of light stung like he nose dove into a hive laced with acid. Breathing felt heavier but full. Instantly realizing he's unable to swallow. It almost felt like there was a pipe lodged down his throat. So dry. Dry like the desert. Like thousands of tiny blades cutting in deeper with every subtle movement. Yet, his body resistant to wishes of movement, just low vibration seemingly operating that light motion of fingers attempting to bolt for the eyes and shield from blindness. Before he could adjust to one stimuli, a loud piercing sound violated his eardrums that felt maddeningly sensitive.
Was it torture?Too numb to panic as his eyesight barely cleared, catching outlines of a monitor and white walls not befriending his feeble attempt to adjust to light.
"Mr Bastard? Blunt?"
Who knows how long the nurse kept repeating these weird words, but she brought relief by standing over him, blocking the light and checking his vitals. Next moment, the doctor hoisted his facemask just to flash a smile:
"Please stay calm, everything is alright now."
In and out. Up and down. Flashes. Students. Doctor. Nurses. Then a new room. Two more patients. Dimmed lights. Even a window. Seemed like Spring? But then came the night. Someone screamed, jerked him out of sleep. Hunger. Gnawing, ravenous hunger. Barely sipping on soup.
"The intubation... sores... swallowing... gonna take time..."
In and out some more. There was a fuzzy feeling now and then, sometimes double vision, but mostly nightmares. Whatever was running on that small wall TV, it made it into his dreams. Blood and gore, inhumane cries and screams of terror. The drugs. The drugs were good, though. They numbed whatever was going on in that realm of so-called-sleep.
"Thank god...", a trembling whisper shed the hazy cloud of consciousness. It took an eternity to make out who the puffy mess of a man gripping on his shoulder is.
"Dad?"
Posted 11/21/2025, 10:00 AM