“Patient 333464”
Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap.
Drip ……drip…….drip ……
Click click ...click click …click click …
I slowly open my eyes. The light is blinding and hurts my eyes. It’s brighter than the sun
and I must squint in order to begin to regain sight. Moments of silence pass. My sight returns
much slower than it should. I look at what I assume to be the ceiling. It’s blank, flat, and white.
That’s odd. My bedroom has an aqua ceiling with white dots. Am I not in my bed?
I attempt to sit up but I cannot. What is going on? I look and see that I am strapped down.
I can only lift my head. I had a strap across my chest, across my stomach, another across my
thighs, and a final one across my calves. Why am I strapped down? I notice that both my hands
and feet are handcuffed to whatever I am laying on. I presume it to be a cot. It’s hard, stiff, flat,
white, and has the silver bars up. I remember seeing one the last time I was in the hospital a
couple of years ago.
Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap.
Drip ……drip…….drip ……
The taps and drips are annoying me. Where are they coming from?
Click click ...click click …click click …
Those clicks seem to be getting closer. They sound like my mom’s high heels. If she
stuck me in here as some sick joke it’s not funny.
Click click. Click click. Click click …
The clicks are getting faster and louder. Is someone coming for me? I feel as if I am in a
bad horror movie. Maybe I’m just having a bad dream. That’s it Olivia, it’s just a dream. This is
what you get for watching Friday the Thirteenth before bed.
The clicks stop incredibly close to me. I hear an eerie squeak! It sounds like an old
laboratory door that hasn’t been oiled in decades. The clicks continue even closer to me. They
seem to be coming from behind me. I don’t like not being able to look around. I don’t feel
comfortable in unknown territory.
“Patient 33464,” says a female voice that sounds like Ashley Tisdale’s. Ewww! Sounds
like a preppy blonde!
“Is she awake yet? I don’t want to wait any longer. I need to see if this worked,” says a
masculine voice. The voice sounds mature, not quite old, but not young, maybe around a college
student’s voice. It’s deeper that the guys I go to school with.
“She seems to be awake. Monitoring noted that she was looking at her constraints,” said
the female. Her voice annoys me. It’s too high pitched and too happy.
“Let’s move her to recovery. I want to make sure the device works. In order to insure of
that, she has to live,” says the male voice. Hold up! What device!? What is going on!
My heart starts to beat faster and I start to sweat. I don’t like this. Olivia, wake up! Stop
dreaming and wake up already! I wish my hands weren’t restrained; then I could pinch myself
away.
“Miss Wolfstein?” a distorted voice calls from what sounds like an intercom.
“Yes Monitoring?” the female voice, who I presume is Miss Wolfstein.
“Patient 33464 has an accelerated heartbeat. Do you want a nurse to check on her?”
“No Monitoring. Thank you for alerting me though. I shall examine Patient 33464 to see
why she has an increased heartbeat.” Excuse me! Examine me! Miss you are crazy! I don’t want
you near me!
“Thank you Miss Wolfstein. I presume it’s because all senses must be working unlike
Patient 33465. This means that something went right this time.”
“I hope so Monitoring.”
“Good bye Miss Wolfstein.”
The clicks come quickly and loudly towards me. I presume it’s Miss Wolfstein walking
towards me. The clicks stop right behind my ear. I’m scared. I want to go home.
“Patient 33464, can you hear me? If you can please respond,” Miss Wolfstein said. She
walked into my view. My response was a blood curdling scream.