foggy. she feels absolutely foggy. eyes hardly want to open, but desperately she forces them to because every time she closes her eyes she feels like she’s falling. falling. falling. and when she sleeps she dreams of being cannibalized. dreams of being shot. dreams of shooting. dreams horrors she never could have never dreamed up in the past-----but now that they were her reality, she does it often. but the meds subside the dreams for the most part. she wouldn’t mind staying foggy forever. thoughts racing through her mind. she almost forgets where she is.
alas, consciousness grows, and she remembers she’s laying in a hospital bed-------how could she forget ? there was hardware all around her body. she wants to sit up but she’s got a halo around her head and straps keeping her down. she wants to panic. wants to scream. wants to do something. the room feels like it’s spinning. eyes close----------god make it stop. had she not suffered enough? had she not endured enough pain ? what had she ever done to deserve this ? tears fall from her eyes. fully awake now----------though she must admit she wished she was still sleeping.
bits and pieces of her operation come flowing back to her and she remembers being frightened. flown by helicopter to seattle grace hospital, & when she arrived, though she was drugged, she remembers so many people gathered around her broken body. doctors. surgeons. nurses. anesthesiologists. everybody in the whole damn hospital it seemed. she doesn’t remember any of them. except her main surgeon------dr. shepherd. if she remembered correctly. the surgeon who put her broken pieces back together. he had brown flowing hair, bright blue eyes and a smile on his face. god it was nice to see someone smiling instead of frowning.
thoughts interrupted by foot steps. she wants to lift herself to see who it was but she couldn’t. audible mutter of curse words. but she hears a voice. it----it’s familiar. she thinks it might be her surgeon because it brings her an odd sense of calm. ‘ dr. shepherd. ’ she says, her voice hoarse, tired. so tired. but confident now that it was dr. shepherd. ‘ you saved my life. ’ smile tries to crack on her features, but there’s still tears rolling out her eyes. she was terrified.
plotted starter // @mcdreamie