Kaukolastan
27-10-2003, 08:11
The hospital room was stark white and sterile. A single bed sat in the center, and a single man lay on the bed. Tubes pumped life into his body. He had lain in this bed, unmoving, for five years. He never changed position, simply lay flat, the machines monitoring his movement. His never came to see him, for they believed him dead. He had died in a car wreck five years ago, the body charred in the fire. But car wrecks didn't leave a man riddled with bullets. The operation files on him were locked almost as soon as they were written, and he was simply John Doe, a nameless man from a battle that never happened.
As every day, a Nurse came in to change his sheets and equipment. She pressed a button to raise his inert form, yawned as the body was lifted from the plain bed. He was held in the air and she flipped the old sheets off, drew the new ones (still white) across, and triggered the lower button. The man was settled back into position, and she turned the light off again, walking from the room. Behind her, a heartbeat monitor sped up, and cool eyes opened to a light they hadn't seen in years. The man gasped, his mind returning to his body.
As every day, a Nurse came in to change his sheets and equipment. She pressed a button to raise his inert form, yawned as the body was lifted from the plain bed. He was held in the air and she flipped the old sheets off, drew the new ones (still white) across, and triggered the lower button. The man was settled back into position, and she turned the light off again, walking from the room. Behind her, a heartbeat monitor sped up, and cool eyes opened to a light they hadn't seen in years. The man gasped, his mind returning to his body.