(TW:  Hospital)

I wasn't able to physically move. Or, actually I was. I lifted my hand about ten centimetres above the hospital sheets and it already was exhausting. I let my hand sink and continued to stare at the plain white ceiling. If only I could do anything. The only person with me in this room was Nessi. At least she was called that from the people visiting her. Her full surname was Vanessa and I couldn't fully understand why somebody would name their own blood after the monster of Loch Ness, but I guess that was none of my business. Also I would've loved to talk to Nessi, but I wasn't really able to speak more than one sentence at once and I can understand that she didn't want to hold a monologue for the dreary creature in the bed opposite her. Anyways, there was something interesting in my day consisting of surgeons stinging syringes into my skin and fixating bottles of nutritional water above my head. It was the time of the night that my arbitrary roommate was awake, sobbing. I'm sure she thought I was asleep at the unusual time, but how could I even get tired, while laying there, not able to even lift my head. And then, everyday at the same time like a clockwork, she was listening to music so quietly I had to strain my ears to hear. I knew the time from the emergency lightning above the door and it really was always at two am forty.

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So this was an attempt for the writing contest I mentioned previously. It never made it though, so this is the only place where I'll share it. I don't even think it's that good. Leave your opinion in the comments pls xxx

Also the picture is from Panic! At The Discos "This is Gospel" music Video.