Creative Writing: The Pain Med

The ICU is about full, practically every bed possessed by some individual sufficiently unfortunate to require one. It wasn't the fluorescent lighting that woke me up, it was increasingly the scent reminiscent of latex gloves and clinical substances. My eyes glimmered open gradually and whatever I could see was white, slowly my eyes centered to the vision of roof tiles and that is the point of which I understood I was in the hospital.

As Jason and Miss Golden had help reunite William and Daisy, they had walked out into the corridors happy and overwhelmed, this curse was over and not upon Jason anymore. This was not a happy ending for just William and Daisy, but also for Jason and Miss Golden, or so they thought. Going down the flights of stairs, giggling and holding hands, Jason and Miss Golden were already talking about future plans and where to eat out later. Little did you know, William did not feel like letting Jason or Miss Golden go, despite the fact that they helped William and Daisy reunite. The curse may be over, but one was cursed and will fill the pain and suffer.

“Mrs. Mitchell is in critical condition.” Lydia’s face crumpled and she was about to give up hope when the doctor spoke again. “Her legs are both broken and, due to the lengthy time spent without access to blood, almost completely dead. She has two broken ribs, a broken arm, and a minor concussion. Luckily, there was no damage to the brain. I know this must be so hard for you both, but chin up! Although she will never walk again, we are almost positive that we will be able to heal her broken bones and her other minor injuries.” At Lydia’s concerned look, he clarified. “By minor injuries, I simply mean cuts, gashes, bruises and the like. In conclusion, we will be able to help Mrs. Mitchell, but she will have to stay overnight, perhaps for a week or two. Do the two of you need a place to stay?” After the pair mutely shook their heads, Mr. Hal walked up to the front desk, paid the bill, and drove Lydia to his house in silence. “You can stay here until we get your house fixed up,” he told her as they hopped out of the wagon

“AAH, I must have overslept!” The Hero rushed towards the window, and he saw that Monster Zero must have been busy for at least a few hours. He gathered all his weapons, and ran towards Monster Zero, somewhere where he could not be seen. “Alright, all monsters have a weak point, so where could it be……..aha! Monster Zero’s neck isn’t covered by any scales, so I must attack there!”

A group of medical students awaited their guest lecturer at the local morgue. The man was from a foreign country and was the best cardiologist the world had ever seen. The doctor walked into the room at the morgue and a rush of fresh air swept through the room.

It takes a lot of courage in order to become lesser than you expect to be. She cries on her pillow as she realizes what she meant to him. However, even knowing it, she cried not for herself but for him.

I sat alone. But don’t get me wrong--that’s a good thing. Being alone allows me to relax, to recollect, to remember. My mind was a kaleidoscope of memories.

There is a loud ringing and his head pounds. He didn't know what was going on. He opens his eyes slightly, hissing at the bright lights. He wasn't dead. That much he could tell, because if he was dead... why would everything hurt so much?

She was not aware of where she was, or what she was there for. All she knew was her name, and the fact that she'd woken up in a field somewhere in Japan. Searching through the bag that was probably hers, she came upon several things. The one that confused her the most was the strange box filled with several syringes and a note that said "Antidote for the virus. - C" She studied the strange yellow liquid inside them. "Antidote...for what?" She wondered. "...And who is...C?"

However you were reminded of that very suddenly one morning, at 1 o'clock when your phone started buzzing against your nightstand.

Have you ever opened a door of a room and the first thing that happens is you get greeted by a tumbling stack of clothes that fall all over you? Well in this room this was the case, it was a complete and utter mess! The odor was intolerable, a mix of aromas filled the air from things like stinky old gym socks from a couple of weeks ago, to used bath towels smelling like wet dog. The stench wasn’t the only thing that was ridiculous, you could barely see the carpet on the floor! In fact half the right side of the room was taken over by gigantic piles of clothes, wrinkled, unwashed, old, dirty, all clothes were just mixed in piles which started at the entrance of the door and were almost reaching the top of the ceiling. It

“Well first you can't leave since you already know who we are, second if you leave the Empresses gourds will probably kill you either impaling you or shooting you to death, so looks like your gonna have to join us and defeat the Empress of Souls.” Glen implied.

It was August 8th, 2016. The day Aspen would start her never ending depression. It was the first day of school, Aspen had just moved to town and hadn’t known anybody yet. She was scared out of her mind. Aspen was very anti-social the thought of new people and her made her feel weak. She tried to pretend being sick but Aspen’s mother knew she was just trying to get out of school. So her mother told her to get dressed and get through the day as best as she could. Aspen had no choice, so she got out of bed and began to get ready.

He stood tall in the small crowd, no one seemed to notice him leaning against the pole, eyes glued to his phone. I watched him from across the room, his chocolate curls swept to the right a small ringlet protruding the opposite way in protest. He catches me staring, as he looks up, he flashes a mouthful of perfectly straight white teeth. Looking away, I try not to be obvious, I glance back in hope of catching another glimpse of this perfect human but my heart sinks as the slim figure is nowhere to be found. A firm finger taps my shoulder, turning to see who requests my attention I realise it’s the guy from across the room. “Hi i’m Tom”. A deep English voice fills my ears, his voice bringing me comfort and excitement. I feel small as I look

Despite the speed demons driving, I had a great time with my new friends. We spent some time walking around the mall, stopped for lunch, and headed back home. John wanted me to go back to his apartment, yet I felt too uncomfortable being alone with him in his domain.