Maya
I felt my head heavy, and my eyes refused to open. I can feel my eyeballs moving, and I slowly forced myself to make some movements in my body. As I moved my fingers slightly, I gradually started to become more aware of my surroundings.
I forced myself to open my eyes, and when I did, I was welcomed with a head-throbbing pain, and the light in front of me made me close my eyes again. I couldn't stand the light that was dancing in front of me and in my eyes. What the hell is happening with me? It's not like I am just seeing the light for the first time in my life; I am used to it. I slowly tried to open my eyes and adjust to the light around me.
I blinked my eyes to adjust to the light and then I noticed I was in the hospital. There is one person dressed in the white gown, probably the nurse. But she isn't facing me; her back is towards me. My throat and tongue dried up. I need to drink water; my nerves are screaming to get water.
I tried to call her, but I couldn't let my voice come out. I lifted my hand to make some noise and because of the IV drip, it was hurting like hell, so I dropped it without touching anything. However, when my hand touched the bed, I heard a bell ring that caught her attention, and she turned back to look in my direction. Seeing me awake, she ran towards me and checked my pulse and eyes.
"Finally,. You are back to your senses. Let me inform the doctor about it," she said, running from there.
I seriously require water, yet she failed to inquire whether I required anything else. She immediately ran from here, like she had seen a ghost. I couldn't keep my eyes open for very long because I was in need of water, and I don't think I will be able to stay calm until I get them.
After five minutes, she came back along with a young doctor who ran some tests on me and asked me,
"How am I feeling?""
"I need water," I muttered in a whisper, and I don't think she could hear me properly. As expected, she couldn't hear me, indicating that she brought her ear close to my mouth and said,
"Sorry, I can't hear what you are saying. Can you please repeat it again?"
"I need... water." I forced myself to say it again with a little but higher voice and now she stood up, turning towards the nurse. She said, "Get her a glass of water."
"Ok, doctor," the nurse said, and she ran from there, which made me sigh in relief. After two minutes, she came back with a glass of water, helping me to sit. She encouraged me to drink it. When the water touched my tongue and throat, I felt rejuvenated, and then I looked at the doctor. Seeing me relive, she smiled a bit and asked,
"How are you feeling now? Do you feel any pain anywhere?"
I pointed my hand toward my head and answered, "For now, I am feeling the pain in here. I couldn't take the pain."
"Okay, anywhere else?" She asked, and I shook my head.
"Ok, great. I will give you some medicine and an injection. You will be fine by evening," the doctor said curtly, to which I nodded my head.
She wrote something on the paper and handed it to the nurse. The nurse gave it a strange look and said, 'I would be back in a minute." After that, she left the room, and the doctor checked my legs and hands, asking me whether I was feeling any sense or any kind of pain. When the nurse arrived, she had finished checking all my legs and hands and then receiving the injections.
She inserted medicine into that injection pipe while telling the nurse what to do, what to feed me, what not to do, and how many tests I had to take that day or the next. After that, she turned to me and inked me. I was in pain because my whole body was still trying to adjust.
"She will give you medicine after you receive your food. Then you will be fine and after your pain is reduced, you need to undergo all the tests," the doctor said to me, to which I looked at her, asking.,
"Do I have any problems?" Why do I need to undergo all these?" I questioned.
"No, for now you appear perfectly fine, but we want to confirm by our tests that you are really fine and doing great, so don't think much about it. We will release you after confirming that you are totally fit," the doctor replied, and I nodded my head. After that, the doctor went out of the room and the nurse followed her. I sat alone in the room, pondering over the events that led me to the hospital, recalling every detail.
When I started recollecting how he forced and fucked me without thinking about my pain, a stream of tears followed my cheeks. I never expected him to be so cruel to me. I don't understand why he didn't notice that I was not what they were calling me. Why didn't he notice that I'm not a slut, and that's why I bled when he entered me? Why didn't he also trust me with it? Did he ever love me? Did he ever trust me? If he really loved me, then he would understand whatever I was going through, and where there is real love, there will always be unbreakable trust. We were both fine, and I never felt him cheating on me. Then what went wrong? What mistake did I make to face the cruel reality of today? A lot of thoughts are running through my mind and I know there is no answer to anything.