by Carlo Rodriguez

Created on: August 25, 2009

He blinked once. Twice. Straight ahead was an illuminating bright light. He could not find the source of it, so he justly assumed the most reasonable thought that came to mind. Am I...dead?, he wondered. Slowly, he turned to his right, squinting through the blinding light. After his surroundings finally settled before him, he realized that he was in a hospital room. He looked to his left and noticed an I.V. stand looming before him, supporting him not only health-wise but as a companion as well. He felt so lonely in such a white room, with curtains blocking the only passage to society. Now he remembered why he detested hospitals so much. The isolation they put one through, giving the least amount of attention possible, the horrible food that spawns from what he could only imagine is the kitchen from Hell. Sometimes he would even wonder if Hell was basically a hospital itself. He could simply imagine himself walking down the steps to the horror that was awaiting him at the bottom. Once at the bottom of the stairs, he'd see himself looking up at a huge neon sign saying, Welcome to Hell's Ward. Then, as he entered the enormously intimidating rusty grey gates engraved with faces of despair, giant needles, and to top it off, a silver plate of food at the very center of it. He shuddered at the thought. As he looked to his right, he saw a female nurse with an outfit that would only be considered proper if it was Halloween. The nurse looked at him through exotic green eyes and a dangerous-looking syringe in her hands; the most unsettling part of it was when she pressed down on the syringe a little and a long squirt of who-knows-what streamed out and onto the floor. Finally she spoke, "Wake up Benjamin, wake uuuuup." Without warning, his eyes snapped open and he found himself face-to-face with a male nurse, sweat streaming profusely down his face.

"Good morning Benjamin. We've been waiting for you to recover. This time it seemed like as if you wouldn't make it, but alas, here you are."

Benjamin groaned as he tried to lift himself up, so as to be more eye-leveled with the nurse. Once he accomplished that, he asked, "What do you mean this time? What exactly happened to me?"

The nurse responded in a wary voice, "Um, you just suffered another seizure, but this time it was extremely severe."

"Will I... be okay?"

At that question the nurse looked away as he pondered on how

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