How much can I write before my phone dies?
The sound of a lifeline woke me from a sedative state. Bright light constricted black pupils and I couldn't see. White everywhere. It took what felt like hours to have an outline of a room. Still, a foggy haze stole its clarity.
"What the hell?"
Silence. Not a sound heard except the high pitched metronome of a consistent beat. Some machine in the distance I couldn't quite see. There had to be an operator, or nurse, or someone.
"Hey! Anyone?"
A thunderous voice shook the entire room. I tried to make out the source but it resonated in my brain, "Do you know you're dead?"
"What?! Quite fucking around, dude."
"What the hell?"
Silence. Not a sound heard except the high pitched metronome of a consistent beat. Some machine in the distance I couldn't quite see. There had to be an operator, or nurse, or someone.
"Hey! Anyone?"
A thunderous voice shook the entire room. I tried to make out the source but it resonated in my brain, "Do you know you're dead?"
"What?! Quite fucking around, dude."
