All I could see was myself lying on the ground, with my blood pooled around me. I was paralyzed; numb. My senses were limited to very small things, and everything else was nothing to me. I couldn’t hear anything but silence; I couldn’t feel anything but emptiness, I couldn’t taste anything, all that I could smell was the stinging sense of nothing, the smell that made your noise hurt and yet painfully remember that smell, the smell you always recognize as that nothingness. I couldn’t tell if I was breathing or not, I couldn’t hold my thoughts still on one thing, they skipped out on me, wouldn’t listen to me when I tried begging them to stay still.
My body would twitch, but it wasn’t my doing. It was all its own reaction. I desperately wanted to be aware of everything around me, but it was all so overwhelming I’d completely forgotten who I was, where I was, and how I came to exist. Everything was lost to me in that moment. I didn’t even know what gender I was or how old I was. All of that information was gone; possibly lost forever.
The last thing I lost was my will power to keep my eyes open, and to try to focus on one thing. I just couldn’t fight it anymore, it hurt and didn’t hurt. I let myself slip away into a sleep or some sort of slumber on some level.
My eyes blurred open, one moment they were closed, the next they were blinded by a sharp bright light, making my eyes flinch on their own, to protect themselves. My ears heard a lot of sounds all mixed together into a senseless sound, something I couldn’t decipher through. That nothingness smell was long gone with an antiseptic smell, so clean, and so sickly. A new bitter taste filled my mouth, and dribbled over my cheeks and chin.
“Whoa, eww, the patient has vomited.” My ears picked out the voice, letting me understand. My mouth was suddenly clearing of the bitter taste, and I could feel something on my face. It donned on me that my senses were slowly returning to me, my control was slowly and steadily returning.