Wake up my sweet...Part One

I don't remember what happened but I know I woke up in the hospital.

I can hear the beeping of the monitors.

Oh God something is wrong with my eyes, I can't see! I feel hands and I sense movement.

What did happen to me?

One recurring voice, she's hard to understand but her voice sounds commanding and her words are said with urgency. Is that my doctor? Other voices are starting to separate from the others. Someone's crying.

"It's okay, it's okay." I try to say.

My mouth doesn't work either. I reach and I feel my arms move but not in the direction I want them to go.

What is wrong with me. Good Lord in Heaven, what happened?

Why are they crying. "Really i'm okay. I just need to sleep."

I inhale and God my lungs are on fire.

I cough and I'm sure I cough up blood. My lungs feel so full. I feel mucus coating my lips and mouth. With every breath I can feel the liquid moving.

It burns.

The doctors are all around me. I can't focus on their faces but I see masked blurry faces. I hear hushed urgent voices.

I'm so tired.

The pain in my lungs is becoming less.

"Please don't cry for me. I'm really okay."

I can't take my own advice.

I cry. I cry. I cry.

For days it seems I alternate between sleeping and eating. My nourishment can't be called food so ingesting it can't be called eating. It's forced into my throat as liquid and hungrily I drink.

I sleep. I sleep. I sleep.