Eolian sounds covered the atmosphere as rattling engines shrieks loudly. The wind moved twigs and leaves, causing irregular sounds.
She was crushed by the hot metal and cold dirt of the car. Lisa was not feeling my arm, her body was numbed.
It was felt like her lower body pressed down with monster force. All she could feel was the noise of the car accident ringing in her ear.
She could barely move her body as she was covered in blood, tears trailing down her eyes, in a flash, all her life events flew to pass.
Lisa kept thinking and missing someone, trailing her eyes to looked through the shattered window and saw her world upside down.
No sound of a vehicle nor anyone coming to her rescue.
Her heart beats steadily, sharp pains course her body as she was paralyzed.
Her mind was becoming blank and she was petrified. Ironically, her made a notion that she could tell when other dies and try saving them but not herself.
She struggles for air, groaning in pain. Lisa was choking from the exhaust gases the car released. The only word that her mouth could whisper was:
"Help"
Her breath was ceasing, her vision blurry and the strong smell of lubricant oil hit her noise causing her to feel nausea.
Was this how she would die. Her ears were still sensitive as she heard footsteps approaching her.
"Help!!! Please" She screams with every energy in her. Possibly, hope might have come and it uplifted her downcast heart.
Sadly, those footsteps were walking away from her.
She spared no effort in trying to get out of this scrambled car, but couldn't.
Time stopped for her, and the last thing she could recall before shutting her eyes was a somber hymn.
***
AT THE HOSPITAL
The holter machine beeps slowly, the oxygen mask moves alongside the rhythm of her breath. Her heartbeat reads as an electrocardiogram displays her heart conditions.
Her brain was numb, subconscious of where she found herself. She was lying on a stretcher.
An intravenous fluid place on her as her body was wrapped in a blanket.
Only her face was visible. She suddenly began to judder on the bed, almost slipping off if a nurse wasn't around to hold her from falling.
This nurse checks the state of her health and realizes that the patient was going into a seizure, vibrating vehemently on the bed.
The nurse gasped unexpectedly, scared, and intending to arrest the issue, she ran out to alert the doctor.
As soon as she left, this patient spurs her eyes open and wheezed softly. She googled around where she was.
Though still having blurry vision that took a while to become lucid.
Her hands couldn't move just yet as she intends to feel her body.
It dawns on her that she was in the hospital and inside an emergency ward.
Smell of disinfectant spray, It was antiseptic, a little bitter, with undertones of the artificial fragrance contained in soaps and cleaners.
The alarm and beeps from the machine were dissonant and constant.
It was distressing as she rolled her head slowly, it was difficult for her to rack her memory on how she got here.
She sensed someone walking inside.
A similar sound of shoe, a similar presence, a similar terror that suddenly made her anxious and grief. Apprehensively, she rolls her eyes towards the door.
She could see a doctor and a nurse hurrying inside. However, she was fidgeted at the sight of this doctor.
This patient began puffing rapidly, and brawling her body backward.
The nurse drew closer to this patient, whose action was bemusing. Her eyes were trying to make signs to the witty nurse, she was shaking her head and screaming
"No, tell him to stay away from me" in her heart.
Only her could understand what she saw in him that made her freak out.
Though, she was in a vegetative state, she struggled to move her body.
"Doctor Scott, she was having a seizure a minute ago" the nurse records.
Nothing of what they exchanged was ringing inside her ears as she desired to leave this place at once.
This doctor had a sturdy look, polished, and a handsome face that could be so spellbound. A scar could be spotted on his left brow.
He walks in a straight line towards her, wearing a stethoscope and holding a paper in his left hand. He read the name on the paper and was psyched.
Nodding, he drew closer to her, narrows his eyes at her, probed her and then left an assuring sigh.
His eyes didn't leave this patient.
No one could tell what he was thinking, but he had a stern look at her.
The nurse wonders why the doctor was delaying to respond to this patient who was losing her mind.
She was trying her best to pin this patient down from convulsing and all this doctor could do was stare at the patient's eyes.
It made the nurse cuss at him, as she was troubled over why the doctor scoff was delaying.
The patient grapples with the nurse in tears, who was going to understand what her heart cried out for?
"Lisa Shawn?" His husky voice mutters with a sided smile that was bewitching. That smile got the patient to freak out as she felt pains in her stomach.
"Found my eyes" he whispers, smiling the more at his patient and then the nurse who looked puzzled.