Sweet Oblivion

I struggled to open my eyes through the waves of pain coursing through my body. Blinking through the glare of bright lights, I saw many doctors and nurses working feverishly on my battered and abused body. “What happened to me?” I croaked through cracked bloody lips. 

“You were found tossed in a dumpster, abandoned for dead, covered in blood and unconscious. Can you tell us what happened? The police are outside waiting for you to be able to talk.”

I screamed in overwhelming pain as they examined my injuries. “I don’t remember anything. Can‘t you give me anything for the pain?” At that point I passed out into a sweet oblivion, a relief from the overriding wounds.

”

Vaguely, I heard the doctor’s voices deciding whether to put me into an induced coma. “It’ll give her time to heal both her body and her mind so she can recover from her nightmare,” said someone in a sympathetic voice. Even though I was now comatose, I could hear their voices discussing me in the distance. “She doesn’t have her purse, check her jean pockets. Look, there’s a folded scrap of paper with a name and phone number on it. Call that person and see if they are a relative or loved one.”

A jolt of awareness speared my body like a bolt of lightning. “No, no,” I cried silently, “don’t call him. I didn’t know the phone number was in my pocket. Now I remember what happened!” No one could hear my voice because it had no sound. I fell into a deeper coma only to be jarred awake by the knowledge that he was now in my room. But I could not speak.

“I thought you were dead,” he snarled in his threatening voice. “No one dumps me and gets away with it.”

Through my closed eyelids, I was very aware of his presence, feeling my insides trembling so violently that I thought my bones would break into pieces. Surely, the technicians monitoring my equipment would realize I was in distress.

He reached over to the wall socket and maliciously pulled the plug. Alarms blared as I heard fading calls of “code blue, code blue.” I summoned my strength as I valiantly hung on to my life, hoping I would be saved.

He turned on his heels, ready to stomp out of the room when he tripped on my long cord, smashing his head against the wall, causing a brain hemorrhage that robbed him of his life blood.

Unfortunately, the doctors and nurses were unable to rescue me in time and I succumbed to my injuries and my loss of oxygen. He did not make it either but I no longer have to worry about his threat.

We reside in different places, now, and I am at peace, at last. I am cradled in the warmth of comforting arms while he is being roasted like a marshmallow on a stick for eternity.