A night at the hospital is peaceful, yet boring. Good thing there's TV to watch. With new bandage wrapped on my arm, the doctor doesn't know how many days this disease will spread rapidly, decaying my entire body.
The thought of it is making me anxious, my hands are shaking, I got to stop thinking about it and just stare at the TV, I'm sure there's comedy shows to lift my spirits, I hope. I switched through channels to find something, and stopped at one. What if I am to die tomorrow? What if this thing spreads over night? I'm scared...
I looked down at my arm and thought, what if I just take one quick look, it can't be that bad, but what if it is worse than I think? I shouldn't. If I don't like what I see, I'll go into shock.
It's so tempting, I can't. I just got to look at it.
Unclipping the bandage, I unwrapped. The door opened, I froze, "Ah! It seems like you're already tempted to look."
I sighed, "I'm not gonna live through this, am I?"
"No, don't say that."
"Why? I can see it on your face. You know I'm gonna die sometime. What if I go on a rampage like that boy, end up biting people, spreading the disease around before my time comes?"
The doctor sat, "The blood tests... they show that your blood is dying. We're doing the best we can to find a cure."
I shook my head, "What if this disease cannot be cured, what if I end up already gone before it's found?"
"We just have to think positive about this. Hope that we can find a way." He wrapped the bandage back on with the clip, "I suggest you not to look just yet." After the doctor left the room, switching off the light, I lied back into bed.
By the following morning, I saw the skin of my arm turn to a mouldy green colour. The nurse arrived with a tray of pancakes, toast, and orange juice.
My stomach's been cramping like I haven't been eating at all, and after shoving the food in, my body rejected it.
I spat out what I could, and then started vomiting onto the tray, green mixed with the chewed up breakfast. As I felt woozy in the head, everything went black.
I breathed suddenly. The blinds shut at the window, and the lights on in the room, did I sleep all through the day?
My stomach still cramped like nothing else, I needed something to eat so bad, but how can I possibly eat if I can't keep it down?
The vomit's cleaned up, and the tray's gone. The nurse arrived with dinner, "I see you're awake now. Feeling better I hope?"
I sat up, "Yeah... sorry about that..."
"I've seen worse."
The tray flew out of her hands with a bunch of food scattering to the floor. She screamed onto the floor as blood poured out with my teeth eating through her skull, and into her brain.
At last, the cramps settled. I sat back against the wall, chewing bits of her brain. I stopped for a second, realizing what I've done, "Oh my god!"
Jumping to my feet in panic, I paced the room, "Someone's gonna see I did this!" I looked to the window. I have to get out of here. I picked up a chair, smashing at it. Every slam cracking the glass until it finally shattered.
The alarm went off as I escaped out through the broken window, pushing out the blinds trying to step out until I finally dropped onto the ground, and getting up to run.
I jumped the fence and came in through the back door, replacing the robe with proper clothes. Mum worked nights, so I'm the only one home.
Packing my backpack with all I needed, I couldn't stay here. The doctors will call mum, even the police, and I'll be left as a diseased mental patient who just cannibalised on a nurse!
I arrived down the empty street of the cold night air. Footsteps came up from behind, and as I stepped into the ally way, they continued to follow. Trying not to look, police sirens whirled down the road. I stepped back and turned to the hooded stranger with their back against the wall.
I pulled the hood over my head and walked by. The footsteps followed again. I turned to the hooded stranger again, who appeared to be standing there, staring back at me.