The hospital light bathes me in a sort of tranquil glow as I stare at the I.V. hooked in my wrist. The bluish light shines through the liquid in the bag, making me nearly sick as I watch the swirling [s]particals[/s]particles of who-knows-what inside it.
I haven't moved my head from this position in six months. Well, not on my own[s],[/s] at least. The nurses always put me back in the same position they [s]found [/s]find me in, after they finish their poking and prodding, and that's fine with me.
The light calms me.
Glad I can't envy them for that.
But I can hear them. I can hear their laughter, their chattering, their yelling and their deep curses. They have mouths to rival bikers and sailors.
You see, nothing escapes me. I have nothing else to do, so I can't help but listen.
My last visitor was probably about two months ago. Someone from court. She had nice perfume. It smelled like wine and roses.
I don't remember much of what she said. Seems like I should. Seems like I should remember everything, since all I do is listen.
But I couldn't tell you what the nurse outside my door said three[s]3[/s] seconds ago.
I miss my hands. I miss being able to use them. They're pretty mangled up now, all gnarled and wrinkled. I don't look at them anymore.
The doctors will be coming soon. Nurse said something about a surprise. What surprise...oh yeah. I remember. My birthday.
I'm sixteen today.
They have mouths to rival bikers and sailors.