Quote from: Unicorn888 on July 10, 2020, 05:12:44 PMThough, to all you LLers out there who're suffering from complications or have been wronged, subjected to discrimination, unfair dismissals, judgements, criticisms, abandonment and ridicule from your circle of 'professional carers, friends, family and acquaintances'... this is a dream I most relish...
To find our perpetrators waking up in a very dark room, to the sound of IV drip, drip, dripping... into their arm. As they crane their necks and look around bewildered, they realize they're strapped to a hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown and not much else.
Their eyes slowly adjust to the darkness and come into focus. They realize they're lying in a dimly lit room alone, with just a rusty metal door at the far end, bolted shut and chains clanging away with the wind. And then, a dull ache starts to throb from their thighs...
Their heart starts to palpitate a little faster as they peek under their hospital gown and notice 3 fresh bandages where incisions might have been made. It's not clear to them yet what has happened but the locations of these 3 incisions do look familiar - one near the knee, one in the middle of the thigh and the last one, high on the hip.
It's slowly dawning on them now, what their current predicament stems from. Panic stricken, they start mumbling, "No, please no, this can't be real, please no! Let me wake up! This is just a nightmare..." And then, the pain intensifies... it's now flared from throbbing to burning. It feels like their legs are placed on a BBQ pit, lazily roasting away, combusting from the inside out.
Where are the damned painkillers? Why am I here? Where's the nurse? Where's the damned call button? Where is everybody? Someone, help!!! I can't move! Why is my bed rocking from left to right? And what's that howling noise outside my room?
Where am I???
If they could only see outside, but it won't be long before they figure out. If you ventured outside their 'room', it's actually a rusty old shipping container, no different from the thousands of containers stacked around them. And if you hopped down to the ship deck, you'll understand why the room was rocking with each wake. You're on a container ship hell bound to Angola.
The good news is by the time your friend gets there, he/she would be taller by 10cm...
Bruh I legit got goosebumps reading this. I love ur writing style! I hope you recover soon unicorn!