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A very sad story

Where am I? Why am I here? I open my eyes as much possible looking around in the darkness that is surrounding me. As it is chilly I try to move my body for getting in a warmer position but it is impossible. My body does not obey me. All I can do is to lay on my back like this starring out in the complete darkness around me. I try to close my eyes.

It is really cold now. I am not sure I can stand it so much longer. I open my mouth and a silent scream comes through my dry broken lips out into the complete darkness around me. Why can I not move my body?

I am really frozen now. My body has begun to shiver. The darkness around me is complete. What is wrong with me? Where am I?

When I had given up I suddenly saw a very tiny ray of light far, far away in the darkness I have been starring into lately. As more this light is increasing its power as less pain and hopelessness I feel. I close my eyes and say a little prayer for the first time on ages in my adult life.

The light is almost here now. It shines so strongly when it is approaching me like this and makes me to feel...

An angry and long "Nooo" was heard from Chief Medical Doctor Jake Doe on Central Hospital when he realized that he and his team members had failed in their attempts to rescue their patient.

After a few seconds of complete silence (only the rain stroking the half opened window was heard) Jake tells his nurse June to write "…time of death 1.45 a.m." in the hospital manual and walks disappointed out from the room waiting for the next patient to come into his professional care.




Prosa (Novell) av Mr Sleepyhead
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Publicerad 2008-09-28 20:52



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