In Coma.

Author's Note : Continuation of the previous post! It may seem a little unreal, but I guess whats the fun in being real. I am not trying to write some ordinary possible story. I am rather going to the sci-fi type. Hope, this doesn't suck as much as I think it may. Images are from Google. The Previous Part can be found here : One Night !

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In Coma !

Some days might have passed, I think. I don't know. I don't even know what was happening or where I was. There were voices round me and some very strange noises at times. It took me ages to get back to some of my senses. I could hear the ticking clock far beyond where I was saying. It was loud, really loud. It was then a matter of minutes when I heard some *beep- beep- beep* sound besides me. Someone came, I heard a female voice saying," Doctor, Emergency!" I realized that I was in a Hospital. "What was happening to me?", I asked myself. I wanted to shout. But, I couldn't. I did't understand why. The Doctor might have come and I don't know what he did, but I was going back to sleep and I felt dizziness like something blurred my thought. But I didn't want to go back to sleep. I wanted to know what was happening. I fought not to. I wanted to kick and let my hands free. But I couldn't feel them. Before I could think any further, I went blank. My thoughts faded into thin air of darkness. 

I was dreaming, I guess. I saw everything fall in front of me. Starting from my childhood, from the point that I could remember to some where in office at some time, which I don't remember. I don't remember what happened before I came here to the Hospital. Everything flashed before my eyes like a long movie cut short into images. All the images and impressions made one point clear that "I hated my life than anything else". There were images/impressions of me trying to commit suicide at some time which failed though, for I lost hope in me and the humanity. I had a very troubled childhood. My Parents died when I was six years old. I was sent by the Children Care Society to live with my uncle whom I had never seen before in my life before that. He was one lousy bastard. I guess my parents made enough savings for me. But since I was under my uncle's care the money went to him directly. I was made to work at his shit-hole car-shed which had no customers at all. And all with the forceful work and school work, I had to squeeze time for myself. Wait, for me? I wanted to rest, I wanted to run away. I knew nothing about freedom, about laughter, about happiness. All I remember were the moments before my parent's death. That was one tragic accident in front of my eyes. And that accident which I saw with my own eyes made me much more weaker for the shock it caused me when I was so little. I worked hard through college, got decent grades and managed to get a job. I left my uncle and moved to the city. But he often visits. He visits not for my welfare. He gets carried away with gambling and liquor and begs for money. My job pays me a little, which I can't even get through the monthly rent and also I have to give some of my savings to this lousy uncle. He spent all my parent's money in gambling and improvement of the car shed, which was just another excuse. I hated him, I hated myself more. And the job isn't satisfying either. I could get a better job, but the current economy is in recession. And losing this job would mean no food. Death would be a suitable option then. I couldn't stop the flow of thoughts. I tried. I tried harder..

I tried to wake up. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't. Then again, I heard a voice, the same voice which talked before I was put to sleep. She was speaking to another nurse, I think. 

"The patient went to coma 2 days back and suddenly showed some signs of improvement. Doctor says he has seen nothing like this before." She went deep into the medical terms which I couldn't make out. 

"I am in coma", I exclaimed to myself, "Impossible, but how..."

My flow of thought were disrupted as the other person started speaking.

"How did he get into coma, in the first place", the other nurse asked.

"You haven't seen the news? He was in the spotlight for rescuing a woman who was being robbed and molested. He sprung into action as that woman says and saved her life by taking two bullets. It is a miracle that he survived, you know!", the nurse replied with a bit of enthusiasm and continued, " I am actually lucky to get this case and also this is my first patient who I am administering. And now the doctor says that he might get well and walk within no time". 

And the conversation between the two nurses faded as they went away after checking on me. My thought train again departed from the station. All thoughts led me into thinking, "I wish I were dead! At least I would have done one good deed by saving the lady for all the grudge and hatred I had on God!"  What did god give me after all? A troubled childhood, dead parents, a lousy bastard uncle and a low pay job. "Is this life all about?". I went to church every Sunday, with a pint of hope that some day, some how, A Miracle would happen to me and I would be free from all my troubles of my life. But that never happened. "Why God? Why me? Why not cut me some slack" ! " Is it so hard to give me some peace of mind, something I could live for!" I got all hyper on God. I started cursing. I never swore before, never to God. But now, I am Lost. "I am in a damn COMA, for God's sake! "Why?".  "What evil did I do?" . "I was never loved, nor did I find any love". "And again What is love? ". "God! You should have left me there to die for good rather than keeping me alive in a coma". I thought, "What greater good could I do by staying alive?" . I can't even afford the medicines and now who was going to pay for my expenses as I lay lifelessly in a coma.

As I lay helplessly in my bed cursing and pitying myself for being alive in such unstable state, something went through my spine, like a shock. It forced me to open my eyes. It was dark like. I think it was midnight, for it was silence everywhere. I could feel my legs and a moment later, I could feel my hands too. It must have been windy outside. The wind was gushing though the hospital window. A cool breeze swept my lifeless body which gave me some strength and like a dead battery coming alive, I sprung up. I sat down and observed my surroundings. I was adapted to darkness, for I was in coma for so long. I saw a flower bouquet by the table with a card on it which read, " Thanks for saving me and for all the trouble" and at the back of it a number, her phone number. My legs and hands were still numb and it took me a lot of time to get them to work. Finally, I tried standing up, but stumbled. I was still wired,  connected to an ECG and other monitoring devices. I freed myself from all those. 

There was a cupboard besides my bed. It contained my belongings. I unpacked it. I found a lighter, a wallet with no visible cash and my clothes. I took out the blue grown which I was wearing and got myself into my clothes. I snapped the door open and went out in the corridor. The light in the corridor blurred my vision. I could barely see anything. It was a dim light as it was night but it still made my eyes flutter for freedom. It was painful as it hurt like hell. I managed to get to the main entrance of the Hospital and went outside. 

I could feel the calmness of the night sky, the cold breeze. I smell of the grass and the dust made me realize I was still alive and no more in a coma. The wind was mushy and fierce as if tornado broke out loose. I stopped as the wind became harder and stronger. Suddenly, some voices rose from behind. The sky was covered in clouds, dark fiery clouds. The voices became clearer by second. The sky was roaring as if a volcano is ready to explode in mid air.

"Sir, step away from the edge!", the voice from behind shouted. I was at the edge of the building at the Hospital top. But in my perception what lay ahead of me was a large empty space with a beautiful garden outside the Hospital. It might have been the morphine or something the nurse had administered some while back. May be I was hallucinating. It was the tallest building and the wind was gushing through the empty spaces of the air and filled it with noises which made it harder to listen what the people behind me tried to tell. I turned back to get the clear idea of what the voice said as I couldn't understand in the first go. I saw two female nurses and 3 male. They looked horrified. They seemed mumbling, but they were shouting at the pitch of their voice. 

" Sa..rrrr stte-ppp .... we .. roo mm.. daaa geee" !
"Saaar Sstepp... way rummm daa edgee"!
"Sirrr, Step away from the edgee"!

Thw wind carried the voices away but I could understood what they were trying to tell in the third time. I looked behind me. It was very steep and a very tall building indeed. 

"Sir stay calm and slowly move forward and don't look back". 

I turned towards them in a shock and with a confused mind. It was then a bright light flashed in front of me. A large thunderous sound which could make one hearing-impaired. It might have struck me; for I was at the worst place ever and at a impeding height. I felt the vast discharge of energy through me. I must have been burnt to death within a flicker of second. I then found myself in the air suspended freely at the height of nearly over seventy floors. Every thought I ever had flashed in front of my eyes. Everything. May be I was going to die again, I concluded and my head smashed the glass of a sedan car. 

The hospital authorities rushed down to the rescue. But I was no where to be seen. The car was broken and the glass pieces lay shattered on the road. There was blood. But there was no trail of it besides the broken car on the road. "Where did he go?", they all exclaimed. 

( To be Continued...)

P.S. : So, tell me ! Should I stop? Or shall I continue. So be frank. Because it might get totally unreal and would start sucking even more.