"...oohhh, it must be love. The dread and the pain of not seeing you, my heart weeps as it longs for you. Your touch, your gaze..."
It has been days. I have realized that I may have been ill. Every day, I can feel my surroundings changing. The only constant is this lady right here who seems to always have the passion to hum and sing. I know that it's always been her because every day when I wake up-- though I cannot really say that I'm awake as I still cannot open my eyes, cannot talk, or move-- it is always her pitchy voice I hear.
Every day, I was cared for and looked after. I can feel them touch me as they wipe my face and entire body. When they change my clothes, comb my hair, and when they check my body's condition. At first, I was so angry and horrified. No one has ever touched my naked body ever since I was able to care for myself when I was young. I believe my mom stopped bathing me and changing my clothes when I was eight years old. From then on, it has been always me who took after cleaning my own and dressing up.
My mind protested for some time, but then since I cannot do anything, I grew accustomed to it. It's a good thing all of them who took care of me were women. It was such a relief.
Though I cannot really see what is happening, I can hear and sense everything that is within my grasp in this room. I have been waiting for them to at least gossip or talk so I could know some facts about my condition and as to where I am, but nobody has ever said anything. Well, aside from this lady right here who constantly sings.
She may not have the nicest voice, but at least she knows the lyrics. And she's entertaining me somehow, which is one thing that I liked. She sounds funny, I'm gonna burst!
Going back to what I was thinking, I assumed I may be in a coma because of the fact that I cannot move and open my eyes, and this place might be a hospital. The people who were taking care of me might be nurses and doctors.
I remembered the TV shows that I watched with coma patients. Some of them may be in a vegetative state, but they can still hear and sense their surroundings. And that is exactly what I'm experiencing right now, so I just settled for that thought. It was logical enough, I believe.
I also remembered those weird people I heard when I first had my consciousness. You know, those two with the "Your grace" thing. From that time on, it has been ten days. And I just thought that they might be characters in a drama. There must be a television in this room, and someone might have played it at that time because I haven't heard them back anymore. It has been that long. Though I'm not feeling hungry anymore because the people here are feeding me liquid every day. I guess those were medicines in a liquid state because they taste bitter. Though I wish to throw them up, I can't.
How much more should I suffer? I just hope I could wake up now. My back is already sore from lying. If I had known sleeplessness and hunger would put me in a coma, I should have fought hard and cooked noodles before dropping to sleep.