Sunday, April 14, 2012.
'I should have been home but..., why am I still here?'
'The hospital... In the past, I was a guinea pig in the hospital....'
"That place, it's a narrow place. There was a babble from the scalpel and different gnuting that took turns slicing my skin. Stitch after seam of strings knitted my skin that had torn and was bleeding a lot. Sore! That's how I feel... Have I been drugged?"
"I still feel the pain of my wounds, I saw in the dimly lit eyes of my squinting that there was a lamp that was very glare... Is that the lamp in the operating room?"
'What's this room?'
'I want to be put up?'
'The anaesthetic has had an effect, huh? I started closing my eyes. Only the smells of medicine began to smell sharply from the pit of my life.'
....
'Why? It feels like after I'm in surgery, I'm still here too?"
'Red... Is that my blood? Or belong to someone else?"
'Heh?'
