TW: Suffocation, Death
I'm not breathing.
Something is breathing for me.
Ah, right. The ventilator.
My lungs feel so crowded, like a bunch of bees were surgically put in there, and somehow they're still alive, angry, looking for a way out.
I need to take another breath.
The ventilator isn't breathing.
Why isn't it breathing?
Did it stop working?
I want to breathe.
I need to breathe.
The machine is not breathing.
My head feels dizzy.
I think air just entered my lungs.
Or wait, did it?
I don't know.
Why do I feel dizzy?
Is it the lack of oxygen?
Is it the sedative the doctors gave me?
I don't know.
I don't know.
It feels like I am drowning. Like that one time I accidentally went under in a swimming pool and inhaled water.
It hurts.
It hurts.
Where are the doctors? Where is that nice nurse who read me that bl webnovel without giving me a judgemental look?
There is no one.
Not my mom, not my dad, not my friends.
I'm alone. And probably dying.
It feels like I'm about to die.
I don't want to die. Not yet.
I have to do so many things still.
And what about all the ongoing manga and manhwa I read? I can't die before I know how they end.
My head feels heavy.
There is blackness, crowding into my vision.
I need to breathe.
I need to breathe.
But I can't.
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The girl in the mirror has pink hair.
I don't have pink hair.
I'm looking in the mirror.
What.