The first thing I remember is the sound of the machines.
(Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.)
Then, a rustle and a whisper.
“Carrie, page Dr. Allen. I think Liv’s waking up. Her color is much better.”
The door closed softly.
I opened my eyes, and immediately scrunched them closed again against the light. I tried again, a little more slowly, and squinted.
“Hello, there. My name’s Sarah. Can you tell me your name?” I looked up at a tiny blonde in pink scrubs covered with teddy bears.
“I…” (Cough, cough.) “Sorry, I… I’m not sure.” She patted my leg.
“That’s alright. Just rest. The doctor will be here soon.” She scribbled on a clipboard (scratch, scratch), and I scanned the room and took a mental recap: I’m in a hospital. She must be a nurse and the doctor will be here soon. How is this all I know? I don’t feel hurt or ill. Why am I here? How did I get here? And, maybe most importantly, who am I?
The door opened and my heart monitor skipped a beep.
This 180-word flash fiction piece was written for Trifecta Writing Challenge Week 73. Write 33-333 words using the third definition of the word “color”:
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