Friday Fictioneers – Locked-in

~ neilmacdon
myna-bird
Photo Prompt © Douglas M McIlroy

Nothing. Whiteness. And the hum of a motor. I can see and hear, but when I try to move, nothing. Not restrained, just no muscles. Not even to call out. Without larynx and tongue, the shout remains trapped within me. Am I dead?

Shadows move across the ceiling. People in the room.

Helen’s voice. “How is he doctor?”

“A vegetative state. He may come out of it, he may not.”

The scream inside me has nowhere to go. It may live in me for ever.

 

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82 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Locked-in”

  20. I remember feeling that way during the surgery to reconstruct my face. I could see them doing the surgery, feel the pain, and couldn’t scream. I was attached to a respirator and in what they call a “twilight” sleep. Sleep, my ass! I still wake up screaming sometimes, especially in the winter when pain is high.

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