Hospital of Dreams
by Soyvolon | Score: 4650
Usually, a place like this should be busy. Not necessarily loud, not if everything is running smoothly, but busy all the same. The lights still work, which is fortunate, but there is no one here now. I limp forward on my bad leg I got from years of working on roofing installation. The white corridors of the building I'm in seem to stretch forever onward. The red light over the emergency surgery room is still lit, but I know there is no one in that room. There is no one left but me, I fear.
The elevators don't work, even if the lights are on. The vending machine right between the two doors clicks and groans every once in a while, as if trying to deliver one of the soda cans inside itself to a customer that no longer exists. It starts making its racket while I'm sitting next to it, so I smack the damn thing. Surprisingly, it stops is struggle and deposits a can of soda to the ground. I've never seen the type of drink that came out.
I was craving something sweet when I decided to drink it anyways. It was delicious, beyond anything I had drank before. Granted, taste isn't the only thing you consider when you have a drink. The fact that I was curled up in another hospital bed some few minutes later showed that my stomach did not agree with whatever was in that can.
I laid there in that bed for a long time, I think. I never threw up from my mild case of food poisoning, or drink poisoning in this case, but it was not pretty. I decided to get back up after no further stomach cramps occurred for a while. I had turned and faced the mirror in the room at that point and froze in shock. There were lines of luminescent ink curling around my face; a swirling pattern that wrapped around my nose and eyes then back to my ears.
I kept walking ami
The elevators don't work, even if the lights are on. The vending machine right between the two doors clicks and groans every once in a while, as if trying to deliver one of the soda cans inside itself to a customer that no longer exists. It starts making its racket while I'm sitting next to it, so I smack the damn thing. Surprisingly, it stops is struggle and deposits a can of soda to the ground. I've never seen the type of drink that came out.
I was craving something sweet when I decided to drink it anyways. It was delicious, beyond anything I had drank before. Granted, taste isn't the only thing you consider when you have a drink. The fact that I was curled up in another hospital bed some few minutes later showed that my stomach did not agree with whatever was in that can.
I laid there in that bed for a long time, I think. I never threw up from my mild case of food poisoning, or drink poisoning in this case, but it was not pretty. I decided to get back up after no further stomach cramps occurred for a while. I had turned and faced the mirror in the room at that point and froze in shock. There were lines of luminescent ink curling around my face; a swirling pattern that wrapped around my nose and eyes then back to my ears.
I kept walking ami