Hospital Bed

Painting You A Picture Of Reality.

A short story

You’re in a hospital room with me.

I’m fighting for my life.

Staring at the ECG machine.

You watch attentively.

Everything seems fine.

You look at me, you see I’m in pain.

Pain you have no control over.

The wires and tubes wrap around my body, because I’m helpless.

Helpless and not okay

There’s nothing YOU can do in that moment.

If you're spiritual, you should pray.

Afterwall, I believe in miracles.

You’re desperately hoping I stay alive.

You’re not ready to lose me?

You’re not ready to see the outcome.

But it’s up to the doctors, nurses and prayers.

You sat down because it was too much.

Too much for you to handle.

Too much, you can’t process everything.

You couldn’t bare to see me in excruciating pain.

Shortly after, you left the room.

When you came back, you heard beeping noises.

Unusual beeping noises.

Beeping rapidly.

You looked at the ECG machine, you checked my pulse.

Nothing!!!my heart stops beating!!.

You’re panicking.

You called “doctor!!!!”

They came rushing.

They came shouting and working together to save me.

You cried uncontrollably, you collapsed to the floor.

Why are you crying?

Crying because you’ll miss me?

Why are you crying?

I don’t want you to shed a tear.

They stood you up, you turned your head and saw them using a defibrillator.

They escorted you to the waiting area.

Your mind is clouded.

Overthinking.

Trying to think positively but how?

How can you think positively when your mind is clouded?

Clouded with so many things.

You started reminiscing on the times you took me for granted.

The times you hurt me and used me.

The times you judge me and call me degrading names.

The times we laugh, dance and sing.

The times we had good memories.

The times we had bad memories.

You don’t want me dead?

Maybe you do, maybe you don’t.

I don’t know what you’re thinking at this very moment.

Will you have regrets when I’m gone?

Will you have words you wish you could’ve said to me?

Will you have words you wish you could take back?

How will you remember me?

Are we currently on good terms?

There are so many questions running through your mind but you don’t have ample time.

Don’t wait until I’m dying to tell me how much you love me.

Don’t wait until I’m dying to tell me how much you care for me.

Don’t wait until I’m dying to tell me how much you appreciate me.

Don’t wait until I’m dying.

When I’m laying in my casket, I won’t know how you feel.

Why wait until someone is on the verge of dying?

On the verge or dead.

Why wait until they’re dead or laying on a hospital bed fighting for their life?

To tell and show them how much they mean to you.

You miss them?

Love them?

Support them?

Cherish and appreciate them?

Go tell them before it’s too late.

Too late, you won’t see their reaction.

Give them their flowers when they’re alive.

Not when they’re in a casket!!

What will you do when the doctor comes out and says “We’re sorry but we tried everything to save her, You should call her next of kin?”

You're going to have regrets.

You're going to wish you had more time with them.

You going to wish you didn’t utter the words “I hate you”

You're going to wish you didn’t utter the words “I wish you were dead”.

You're going to wish but it’s going to be too late.

How would you feel not being able to hear my weird laugh and my jokes anymore?

How would you feel not being able to see me anywhere else than a casket?

How would you feel not being able to see my smile that lit up the room?

How would you feel knowing that I won’t return to earth?

Why do you care when they're dead?

Caring too late.

When they’re alive you don’t care.

So what changed?

Think about it, Let that run through your mind.

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