Part II
Mary opened her eyes to dark clouds peeking through the blinds in her room. The sun was completely hidden, and rain was drizzling down her window. Mary couldn’t move her hands, and her arms were tied down with fabric bands and Velcro. The claw marks over her eyes were scabbed with dried blood, and her broken fingernails were beginning to heal.
Sedatives were keeping Mary still. Even as thunder clapped and roared repeatedly overhead, Mary didn’t budge. For three days the world outside was wet and wild with storms, but Mary hardly recognized as she drifted in and out of consciousness.
Mary’s eyes sprang open when a hand suddenly grabbed her head, bending her neck to near breakage.
“Let’s watch cartoons, huh?”
The room opened to a myriad of blurry hues as Mary tried to regain consciousness. The hand slipped from her head to the remote that sat beside her bed, and the television popped on with a fuzz, buzzing her ears and goosing her skin. As Mary’s field of vision steadied, she saw channel after channel wobble in and out of focus, until the surfing finally stopped on a cartoon. Mary watched as two men waged war with carrots, fighting over who would get the bunny rabbit that was living in the grassy field. When she saw the carrot cake, she felt a jab in her stomach--a tinge of hunger from days with only fluids through an IV drip. When the giant carrot appeared, Mary wanted to smile, but the sedation was like paralysis for her. As sleep began to call, Mary’s head tilted to the side, and her eyes locked with his.
Sedatives were keeping Mary still. Even as thunder clapped and roared repeatedly overhead, Mary didn’t budge. For three days the world outside was wet and wild with storms, but Mary hardly recognized as she drifted in and out of consciousness.
Mary’s eyes sprang open when a hand suddenly grabbed her head, bending her neck to near breakage.
“Let’s watch cartoons, huh?”
The room opened to a myriad of blurry hues as Mary tried to regain consciousness. The hand slipped from her head to the remote that sat beside her bed, and the television popped on with a fuzz, buzzing her ears and goosing her skin. As Mary’s field of vision steadied, she saw channel after channel wobble in and out of focus, until the surfing finally stopped on a cartoon. Mary watched as two men waged war with carrots, fighting over who would get the bunny rabbit that was living in the grassy field. When she saw the carrot cake, she felt a jab in her stomach--a tinge of hunger from days with only fluids through an IV drip. When the giant carrot appeared, Mary wanted to smile, but the sedation was like paralysis for her. As sleep began to call, Mary’s head tilted to the side, and her eyes locked with his.