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The headache grew worse.  It woke me up.  I didn't want to be awake, I was having a dream, a good dream—I wanted to go back.  Go back to Elanor, she was so nice to me, I wanted to live forever with her.  Why did the headache have to wake me up?  Why did it pull me away from the house—from the green grass, from the perfect weather?  Put me under again, I never want to wake up—I want to live my life with her.

My senses grew, the dream drifted away.  My eyes opened.  *Beep* !!!!!  Dream forgotten. That damn noise! *Beep* the rage inside me grew.  Why was a chained to this bed!?  Why won't that noise stop!?  *Beep*  I pulled at the cuffs again, I wanted to get away—I wanted the metal out of my mouth, the cotton off my eyes, but most importantly the beeping to be turned off!  *Beep* I now understand why people go crazy in hospitals.  *Beep* I pulled harder at the cuffs.

"He's awake!"  I heard someone shout.  I struggled more.  I tried to move my feet.  *Beep* it was the first time I tried to move them, they were only tightly packed under the blanket.  *Beep* I felt the warm liquid on my arm again—they were going to try and knock me out again.  *Beep* why?  I thrashed my feet.  The blanket was forced off the bed, my feet flailed towards the person next to me. *Beep* my feet crashed into hair, the person I struck flew back in surprise.  I heard him bounce off metal *Bee-* *Crash!* I heard metal crash into the floor—several cords pulled taught on my arms and stomach, threatening to rip out from wherever they were attached.  I waited.  I heard some kind of scrambling; the doctor was struggling to get back onto his feet, surprised from my attack.
"What was that for!?"  the doctor grumbled,  "I'm only trying to help you. You need your sleep."

"Ehe ewaa, ulaa aa, aw aal ehh uhuh." I tried to explain through the metal shoved down my throat.

"I don't speak your language creature," the Doctor responded.

My anger grew, "Skeeew oooo," I responded.

"You know.  Maybe he talks through that?" someone else spoke, someone who had entered the room without me noticing, obviously though cause I still couldn't see!  Something else I just noticed, the beeping stopped!

Something tugged at the pipe down my throat.  "aaaa!"  I responded growing excited that these idiot doctors are finally figuring what they should have learned at age three.
"You know, it does sound like it," the Doctor I kicked said.

"Eating, breathing, and talking out of the same hole.  Quite interesting," said the other.
"We'll need to learn his language so we can ask him how that works."  If I could have smacked my face at what these idiots were saying, I would of, but unfortunately the cuffs prevented that.

"Oh well, knocked it out."  The doctor said, "the healing still isn't done, most his fingers are still gone and the guys stomach, I don't know how it's alive with a stomach in that condition.  It looks almost like its insides have been liquefied."

"Yes, sleeps the best for it, progress is slow, but it's getting better."

A needle punctured the skin on my shoulder as questions rushed through my mind:  why was I not dead? Where was I? What are they doing to me? Why do they not know common sense? Then everything was confronted with one notion:  at least that darn beeping was gone.

Nothing.  Nothing… nothing
Stillness. Peace. Less Pain. LESS!?
-End

Description
The headache grew worse.  It woke me up.  I didn't want to be awake, I was having a dream, a good dream—I wanted to go back.  Go back to Elanor, she was so nice to me, I wanted to live forever with her.  Why did the headache have to wake me up?  Why did it pull me away from the house—from the green grass, from the perfect weather?  Put me under again, I never want to wake up—I want to live my life with her.

My senses grew, the dream drifted away.  My eyes opened.  *Beep* !!!!!  Dream forgotten. That damn noise! *Beep* the rage inside me grew.  Why was a chained to this bed!?  Why won't that noise stop!?  *Beep*  I pulled at the cuffs again, I wanted to get away—I wanted the metal out of my mouth, the cotton off my eyes, but most importantly the beeping to be turned off!  *Beep* I now understand why people go crazy in hospitals.  *Beep* I pulled harder at the cuffs.

"He's awake!"  I heard someone shout.  I struggled more.  I tried to move my feet.  *Beep* it was the first time I tried to move them, they were only tightly packed under the blanket.  *Beep* I felt the warm liquid on my arm again—they were going to try and knock me out again.  *Beep* why?  I thrashed my feet.  The blanket was forced off the bed, my feet flailed towards the person next to me. *Beep* my feet crashed into hair, the person I struck flew back in surprise.  I heard him bounce off metal *Bee-* *Crash!* I heard metal crash into the floor—several cords pulled taught on my arms and stomach, threatening to rip out from wherever they were attached.  I waited.  I heard some kind of scrambling; the doctor was struggling to get back onto his feet, surprised from my attack.
"What was that for!?"  the doctor grumbled,  "I'm only trying to help you. You need your sleep."

"Ehe ewaa, ulaa aa, aw aal ehh uhuh." I tried to explain through the metal shoved down my throat.

"I don't speak your language creature," the Doctor responded.

My anger grew, "Skeeew oooo," I responded.

"You know.  Maybe he talks through that?" someone else spoke, someone who had entered the room without me noticing, obviously though cause I still couldn't see!  Something else I just noticed, the beeping stopped!

Something tugged at the pipe down my throat.  "aaaa!"  I responded growing excited that these idiot doctors are finally figuring what they should have learned at age three.
"You know, it does sound like it," the Doctor I kicked said.

"Eating, breathing, and talking out of the same hole.  Quite interesting," said the other.
"We'll need to learn his language so we can ask him how that works."  If I could have smacked my face at what these idiots were saying, I would of, but unfortunately the cuffs prevented that.

"Oh well, knocked it out."  The doctor said, "the healing still isn't done, most his fingers are still gone and the guys stomach, I don't know how it's alive with a stomach in that condition.  It looks almost like its insides have been liquefied."

"Yes, sleeps the best for it, progress is slow, but it's getting better."

A needle punctured the skin on my shoulder as questions rushed through my mind:  why was I not dead? Where was I? What are they doing to me? Why do they not know common sense? Then everything was confronted with one notion:  at least that darn beeping was gone.

Nothing.  Nothing… nothing
Stillness. Peace. Less Pain. LESS!?
-End