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I’m laying in my bed, eyelids heavy and the window beside me softly frosted with the chilly winter air. My starched sheets pulled tightly up to my chest to keep me warm. I lay there, drifting softly into another sleep when I hear the sound of footsteps approaching. My eyes dart around the dim room but there is nothing but shadow shrouding the room. Then, all at once, a bright light floods the room and I shield my eyes from the intense rays. I squint to see four figures in white approaching my bed.
I begin to panic and thrash my arms but they overpower my and lift me, struggling, onto a metal trolley. My arms and legs and bound to the trolley and they begin to push me out of my room. I don’t know where I am going because all I can see is the ceiling and the occasional light bulb. We hit a door. I’m not in another room with a brighter light mounted on the ceiling, radiating a bright white beam of light. I am hauled from the trolley onto another bed and bound down again.
The figures in white confer with each other for a brief moment, before approaching my bed. They stand over me, their eyes fixed on mine, pupils dilated. One of them produces a needle and flicks it briefly on the side sending a few drops of fluid onto the sheet of the bed. “Hold still” he says in a monotone voice “This will be over real soon.” He jabs the needle into the side of my neck and after a few long seconds my vision fades to black.
In my semi unconscious state I muse over my situation. Where am I? What am I doing here? Who are there people? What are they doing to me?
My heavy eyelids rise to be greeted by the warm morning light. I open my eyes fully and glace around. I’m back in my own bed. What happened last night? My pyjama top is open and as I reach to pull it shut I notice my side is bandaged. I panic. It wasn’t a dream, I was abducted! I begin to think about how I will tell the newspapers my story, maybe even appear on the Sci Fi channel, when a young woman walks into my room.
“Who are you?” I begin, but am interrupted by a soothing “Shhh”. I concede my questioning as the young woman approaches my bed. “Don’t struggle” she says sweetly, “You need your rest.” I observe her carefully, wondering who she is, and then ask, “What happened to me last night, do you know anything about it?” She smiles kindly at me and replies, “You had the kidney transplant you’ve been waiting for, sir, and it all went well.”
Comments and stuff welcomed, thanks for reading.
I begin to panic and thrash my arms but they overpower my and lift me, struggling, onto a metal trolley. My arms and legs and bound to the trolley and they begin to push me out of my room. I don’t know where I am going because all I can see is the ceiling and the occasional light bulb. We hit a door. I’m not in another room with a brighter light mounted on the ceiling, radiating a bright white beam of light. I am hauled from the trolley onto another bed and bound down again.
The figures in white confer with each other for a brief moment, before approaching my bed. They stand over me, their eyes fixed on mine, pupils dilated. One of them produces a needle and flicks it briefly on the side sending a few drops of fluid onto the sheet of the bed. “Hold still” he says in a monotone voice “This will be over real soon.” He jabs the needle into the side of my neck and after a few long seconds my vision fades to black.
In my semi unconscious state I muse over my situation. Where am I? What am I doing here? Who are there people? What are they doing to me?
My heavy eyelids rise to be greeted by the warm morning light. I open my eyes fully and glace around. I’m back in my own bed. What happened last night? My pyjama top is open and as I reach to pull it shut I notice my side is bandaged. I panic. It wasn’t a dream, I was abducted! I begin to think about how I will tell the newspapers my story, maybe even appear on the Sci Fi channel, when a young woman walks into my room.
“Who are you?” I begin, but am interrupted by a soothing “Shhh”. I concede my questioning as the young woman approaches my bed. “Don’t struggle” she says sweetly, “You need your rest.” I observe her carefully, wondering who she is, and then ask, “What happened to me last night, do you know anything about it?” She smiles kindly at me and replies, “You had the kidney transplant you’ve been waiting for, sir, and it all went well.”
Comments and stuff welcomed, thanks for reading.
Damn. I thought this was either going to be about him getting "un-plugged", abducted by Aliens or... some to do with an Incubus song....
It was well-written, though. For any (like myself) who didn't suspect the answer so easily, there was a good `twist´ at the end.
It was well-written, though. For any (like myself) who didn't suspect the answer so easily, there was a good `twist´ at the end.
I was going to say "scar" but scar tissue takes a while to form, as I know from having my fair scare of incisions (Sp?). So I thought bandages would be better suited, although if he was abduced they'd probably put things in his anus and leave him in a back-alley somewhere.
Ho ho ho, had a bit of suspense up until the "bandage by the side" gave it away.
I’m laying in my bed, eyelids heavy and the window beside me softly frosted with the chilly winter air. My starched sheets pulled tightly up to my chest to keep me warm. I lay there, drifting softly into another sleep when I hear the sound of footsteps approaching. My eyes dart around the dim room but there is nothing but shadow shrouding the room. Then, all at once, a bright light floods the room and I shield my eyes from the intense rays. I squint to see four figures in white approaching my bed.
I begin to panic and thrash my arms but they overpower my and lift me, struggling, onto a metal trolley. My arms and legs and bound to the trolley and they begin to push me out of my room. I don’t know where I am going because all I can see is the ceiling and the occasional light bulb. We hit a door. I’m not in another room with a brighter light mounted on the ceiling, radiating a bright white beam of light. I am hauled from the trolley onto another bed and bound down again.
The figures in white confer with each other for a brief moment, before approaching my bed. They stand over me, their eyes fixed on mine, pupils dilated. One of them produces a needle and flicks it briefly on the side sending a few drops of fluid onto the sheet of the bed. “Hold still” he says in a monotone voice “This will be over real soon.” He jabs the needle into the side of my neck and after a few long seconds my vision fades to black.
In my semi unconscious state I muse over my situation. Where am I? What am I doing here? Who are there people? What are they doing to me?
My heavy eyelids rise to be greeted by the warm morning light. I open my eyes fully and glace around. I’m back in my own bed. What happened last night? My pyjama top is open and as I reach to pull it shut I notice my side is bandaged. I panic. It wasn’t a dream, I was abducted! I begin to think about how I will tell the newspapers my story, maybe even appear on the Sci Fi channel, when a young woman walks into my room.
“Who are you?” I begin, but am interrupted by a soothing “Shhh”. I concede my questioning as the young woman approaches my bed. “Don’t struggle” she says sweetly, “You need your rest.” I observe her carefully, wondering who she is, and then ask, “What happened to me last night, do you know anything about it?” She smiles kindly at me and replies, “You had the kidney transplant you’ve been waiting for, sir, and it all went well.”
Comments and stuff welcomed, thanks for reading.
I begin to panic and thrash my arms but they overpower my and lift me, struggling, onto a metal trolley. My arms and legs and bound to the trolley and they begin to push me out of my room. I don’t know where I am going because all I can see is the ceiling and the occasional light bulb. We hit a door. I’m not in another room with a brighter light mounted on the ceiling, radiating a bright white beam of light. I am hauled from the trolley onto another bed and bound down again.
The figures in white confer with each other for a brief moment, before approaching my bed. They stand over me, their eyes fixed on mine, pupils dilated. One of them produces a needle and flicks it briefly on the side sending a few drops of fluid onto the sheet of the bed. “Hold still” he says in a monotone voice “This will be over real soon.” He jabs the needle into the side of my neck and after a few long seconds my vision fades to black.
In my semi unconscious state I muse over my situation. Where am I? What am I doing here? Who are there people? What are they doing to me?
My heavy eyelids rise to be greeted by the warm morning light. I open my eyes fully and glace around. I’m back in my own bed. What happened last night? My pyjama top is open and as I reach to pull it shut I notice my side is bandaged. I panic. It wasn’t a dream, I was abducted! I begin to think about how I will tell the newspapers my story, maybe even appear on the Sci Fi channel, when a young woman walks into my room.
“Who are you?” I begin, but am interrupted by a soothing “Shhh”. I concede my questioning as the young woman approaches my bed. “Don’t struggle” she says sweetly, “You need your rest.” I observe her carefully, wondering who she is, and then ask, “What happened to me last night, do you know anything about it?” She smiles kindly at me and replies, “You had the kidney transplant you’ve been waiting for, sir, and it all went well.”
Comments and stuff welcomed, thanks for reading.