#theviewfromthebottom

[devileyeakari]

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This is the second chapter of the story I wrote and it's the same language/ violence warnings from before. I have never been inside a hospital as a patient so I'm only basing this chapter from imagination and opinions from friends who have been inside a hospital. I, the author condone the use of drugs and unauthorized medication.

Chapter Two

Beep. Beep. Beep. There was a constant beeping coming from next to me and I groaned slightly, trying to push away the disorientation in my head. I tried to open my eyes, but they stayed shut and I felt extremely tired, the beeping still persisting to the side. My mouth was extremely dry and there was an itch on my nose. I tried to raise my arm, but that simple task was too much and I dropped my arm back onto the bed. I tried to open my eyes again, opening it this time and immediately regretting it, the second I opened them. Bright, white light had pierced through my eyes blinding me and it felt almost like someone had shoved a hot knife into my brain. I let out a hiss of pain and squeezed my eyes shut.

After, almost all of the pain receded, I squinted my eyes and waited for my eyes to adjust before opening them completely. I looked at the slightly yellowing, but still white ceiling and I glared at the light. I sniffed my nose, hoping to make the itching go away, almost choking on a tube. Taking a slower breath in, I breathed in the familiar smell of rubbing alcohol and sanitary wipes. I almost groaned in anger. I hated hospitals, because of the frequent visits I had when I was younger. Knowing the drill, I looked to the side of the bed and saw the familiar button. I struggled slightly, before I managed to get my hand on top. I felt an evil grin stretch my lips and grimaced when I felt my lips rip open. I started to rapidly push at the button, determined for every nurse in the whole hospital to come.

After , about the 65th click, a nurse slammed the door open and glared at me, as I blankly stared back. She seemed to soften when she saw me though. She straightened up, and a professional air came around her.

“Is there a problem?” she asked, her voice not betraying the throbbing of veins on her forehead. She was a blond haired woman, with an average height, and her face caked in make up. I only stared blankly back at her. We had a staring contest for about a few minutes, before she blinked and I smirked, congratulating myself in that empty victory. I looked away from her and looked pointedly at the table next to me and the large pitcher of water. She stared at me with a dull look and I almost let out a disappointed sigh, before her eyes seemed to light up with her epiphany.

“You’re thirsty!” she stated. No , I thought to myself sarcastically, while rolling my eyes. I watched as she seemed to internally pat herself on the back, before bringing a glass out of no where and pouring me a cup. After filling the cup halfway up with water, she held the glass towards me. I stared first at the glass, then her, and finally at my arms. I gave her an incredulous look, before looking pointedly at my useless arms. She seemed to get the message as she pulled up the chair at the side of my bed and sat down. Bringing the cup to my lips, she daintily tilted it and I greedily drank the fresh water. It rushed down my throat and I choked on it, wheezing and coughing. She quickly set the water aside and helped me to sit up. I coughed some more before giving her a tired smile.

“Thanks,” I breathed out, my voice hoarse from disuse. She gave me a faint nod, before picking up the glass again. This time, she helped to remove the tube that gave me oxygen, from my nose. I breathed harshly, trying to get used to the feeling of manually breathing again. The nurse patiently sat there as I tried to catch my breath. Once, I had finally got used to using my lungs again, she offered me more water and I happily accepted it. When I finally drained the whole glass, she helped me lay down once more. Lying down, I felt tired, yet at the same time, I felt extremely uncomfortable. I watched the nurse as she looked at a clipboard near my bed and shook her head, her tongue clicking in a sound of displeasure.

“Wow, Miss Elizabeth Liddell, you seem to have a bad track record,” she murmured to herself, before she turned to me. She examined me for a moment, with an almost critical eye, before she shrugged and walked out of my field of vision. When she returned, I almost cringed at the size of the needle in her hand. I could swear that it was as long as my arm and I felt my mouth go dry once more.

“Now, Miss Liddell,” she said nonchalantly, “I am a trained professional and it seems that you may need more medicine to keep the pain away. Don’t worry this won’t hurt.” said the woman, who wasn't about to be impaled by that needle. I straight out frowned at her as she push the end slightly, to get the air out and I felt some of the excess liquid hit my face. As I was distracted, she shoved the needle into my arm and I almost jerked my arm off of the needle. However, instead, I felt lightheaded and even a little giddy after she forced all the painkillers into me.

“Hey nurse,” I said giddily after an awkward silence, flopping my arms slightly on the bed sheets. She leaned over me with a questioning look.

“Closer,” I encouraged with a raspy giggle. She decided to entertain my wish and she leaned closer.

“Lay off the lipstick,” I said with glee. I never got to see her reaction, as my attention was quickly diverted by the little sparkles that floated around my vision and the pink hippos that seemed to run in endless circles around me, chasing  after orange unicorns.

[devileyeakari]

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I am going to put the first chapter of a story I made, which I named a "The View From the Bottom". It's short and please ignore the crude language used (to make it sound more modern and humorous). Any thing like names and places have no connection to me and I don't own Burger King, I am simply using it's name along with a few others.

Chapter One:

I yawned loudly as I passed another package over the scanner, the familiar beeping almost lulling me to sleep. Putting the last item in the bag, I gave my best fake smile to the stranger.

“Thank you and come again,” I said with the most pleasant smile I could muster. I got a grunt in response and I sighed. It wasn't like I expected them to kneel at my feet and worship me, but the least they could do was thank me. I heard a beep. I glanced down at my watch and almost grinned. It was closing time! I unhooked the keys on my pants and locked the register, before I shut down all of the slushie machines and hot dog turners. I knocked on the door to the manager’s office and peeked in. 

My boss, Richard, was buried in paper work and I could only see a bit of his red hair poke out from under the paper. Grinning eagerly, I tiptoed up behind the cramped desk and bent down next to his ear. His glasses were askew on his face, as he slept soundly on his desk barely making a sound. He was almost adorable, surrounded by wrinkled paper work. His baby face was relaxed, his glasses crooked, and red dyed hair messy. I smiled at how he peacefully slept before I opened my mouth. I screamed as loudly as possible into his ear and quickly pulled back as he shot up with a yelp and a resounding sound of his knee hitting the bottom of the desk.

“Wha-??” he cried out whipping his head around in confusion, while grasping his knee.

I burst out laughing at his confused, panicked expression, papers stuck to his pale face.

“Ellie?!” he said in confusion. Once my laughter subsided, I grinned and pointed at my cheek. He stared confusingly at me and I rolled my eyes. Reaching out, I peeled the paper off his face. I saw his cheeks flush with embarrassment and I almost rolled my eyes again, but instead I noticed ink on his face and I laughed instead.

After my second bout of laughter was done, I pointed to his cheek with a wide smile.

“Got something on your cheek, Rick,” I pointed out, idly sitting on the edge of his desk. His eyes widened, before he rubbed at his cheek, laughing nervously as well.

“Oh yeah, it’s closing time,” I said, pointing my thumb towards the door, “Remember to shut off the lights, okay?” He nodded tiredly. “Looks like you got some serious bags, you should get more sleep, maybe take a day off,” I pointed out.

“It’s fine,” he laughed, “Sides, I don’t trust you not to burn down the store while I’m gone.” I feigned a hurt expression and gave a mock pout.

“Does this look like the face of a villain?” I asked, giving him my best puppy eyes.

“Yes it does,” he immediately responded.

“Dick,” I said, giving him a mock punch in the shoulder.

“I prefer Richard,” he said with a grin. I gave a snort, before pushing myself off of the desk.

“Well, I gotta go, before I’m late to my night shift with the 'Burger King',” I said pointing my thumb at the door and rolling my eyes. He gave me a worried look. He was like that sometimes, brotherly, and a big worrywart.

“If you hate that guy so much, why don’t you ask for a transfer?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Can’t do that, I’d be leaving my friend alone with that jerk and that’s a no-no,” I replied, pulling off the store hat on my head. I placed it on the coat rack and took my trench coat off of it. He gave me a sad smile as I shouldered on my trench coat.

“Bye,” I said with a wave, before opening the door and quickly rushing out, glancing once or twice at my wristwatch. I had about ten minutes, before I had to clock in. I tightened the sash on my coat and smiled. I knew I could make it on time. I got outside and felt my body shiver from the cold night air. I looked at Scarlet, my motorcycle, and gave her hood a loving touch, before I got on. I pulled at the necklace around my neck and unfastened a key on it. I quickly opened a special compartment near her tail lights and pulled out my helmet. Securing the helmet on my head, I raised the visor to quickly look at my watch. Seven minutes. If I didn't hurry, I will be late again. After turning the key and twisting her handles, she roared to life and I grinned. Snapping my wrist, I closed the visor and twisted her handles once more and she roared forward.

I held on and watched the streets’ nightlife go by in a flash. Weaving through traffic, I hurried to my next job. As long as I kept going at the speed I was currently going, I should make it with a few seconds to spare. When I glanced up and saw the quickly approaching light. I almost let out an exasperated groan. It was a threatening beacon of red and I watched it mock me. I knew that if the light didn't turn green when I got there, I would be late and the King said that if I was late one more time, I’d be fired. I glared at the light, willing it to turn green, as I was now only ten feet away from the empty walkway. When it turned green, I let out the breath I was holding and grinned, crossing over the line and speeding forward.

What I least expected, at that exact moment, was for a car to come speeding at me from my left. I saw it in my peripheral vision and quickly squeezed the brakes. Everything went in slow motion, as the car smashed Scarlet’s rear view mirror and wrecked her front. I felt a sharp pain in my leg as it was crushed between the wild car and Scarlet. Then, the car veered and hit a lamppost. I didn't notice that. Instead, I could only hear the screeching of tires ringing in my ears and all of the world seemed to spin as I flew. Suddenly, time sped up again and I felt my head hit the pavement. I had a brief flicker of gratitude for Rick, who had gotten me the helmet last Christmas. The visor cracked and fell apart, as I lay on the hard pavement, dark spots in my vision. I felt the weight of the pain and I heard the screaming of people. As my world went dark from the pain and agony, I only had one clear thought. King was so going to kill me for be late again.