A Crash in a Singular Space

She felt that familiar sensation.

Her brain was becoming foggy, cold sweat rising.

She rubbed her forehead; a clammy sensation spread from skin to skin.

She couldn’t think,

someone was talking,

she was nodding.

 

It was going to happen now and she couldn’t stop it.

“Would you like a glass of water?”

A nod and she shut her eyes

trying to block out the sensations

spreading rapidly from top to toe.

Eyes open,

a sickly sensation rose up in her stomach.

 

Her hand shook as she sipped the water but she had to lie down.

Why didn’t they understand?

“Do you need to lie down?”

Finally.

Quick, sharp breaths getting shallower and quicker,

shallower and quicker, shallower and quicker, shallower and quicker.

A sensation like that of plunging into ice now rose inside her replacing that

nauseous sensation from before.

Colour was draining from her face– flushed pink, yellow, grey, white,

(with a tinge of green).

 

Everything coming then rushing….

 

Coming then rushing forwards at alarming pace,

she was going to crash. Was she in her car? Was she going to die?

This was it, the end.

Voices overhead made no sense, speaking an alien language she couldn’t tune into.

Where was she? Was she going to crash? Was she in her car? Was she going to die?

She had crashed.

 

Nightmares swarmed her thoughts like bees to honey,

coming and rushing, coming and rushing,

in out, in out.

No!!!

She didn’t want to think those thoughts.

She was on a rollercoaster, no a hospital trolley.

Was she going to die?

This was it, the end.

 

 

A strange sort of peace came to her then,

a stillness, a calm.

 

She couldn’t open her eyes, didn’t want to open her eyes.

She was starting to feel like something terrible had truly happened.

Would she be able to move?

Who was there?

Had they watched this happen?

She was ashamed.

But they were calling her name,

she must try to come back to the land of the living.

 

A blank white light.

Hospital, surely.

And then faces asking if she was okay.

She tried to sit up.

She was pushed back down.

A gradual dawning swept slowly over her.

 

“Would you like a glass of water?”

She hadn’t been in a car crash and she wasn’t going to die.

She had been here before.

She had fainted.

 

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