Monday, August 22, 2011

Gibberish #3

The strong smell of disinfectants was familiar. Yet this was different. I was almost entirely responsible for this. Had I not asked him to wait upstairs, things wouldn't have taken such an ugly turn.

I was feeling dizzy. The corridor of the hospital which I frequently visited every single day now seemed hostile and unfamiliar. Claustrophobia was not something I had ever experienced, but I felt a tight squeeze around my chest and found it almost impossible to breathe in the confines of the windowless corridor. The tube lights spread across the ceiling started to dim, I felt the ground slip beneath my tired feet, I saw a nurse pointing at me and call out to someone...and then, darkness.

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