Conscious Alcohol V

Part V
The Reality

The room is cold and silent
Flushed white laid out bare
The sound of people walk on by
Whilst a constant sonic blared

A door it swung on open
While outside stood a man
Dressed up in a uniform, a notebook in one hand
“So take your time, describe them”
“How many would you say?”
A lady lent against the glass
As fear coursed through her veins
Her hands where shaking, slightly moist
Her voice it quivered strained
A memory flashed before her eyes for she had witnessed pain
A memory forged not long ago, a casualty of blame
For the man whom lay there still, within the I.C.U
In trying to defend a life instead he copped abuse

A figure crossed between them
And entered in the room
She made her way towards a bed, where he lay battered and bruised
A doctor checked his vitals and jotted down some stats
The nurse she seemed to comfort him as if she'd formed his past

Then alarm bells rang commotion, his vitals start to peak
The ringing cause the ones outside to fluster, not to flee
The nurse she holds composure as the doctor he assumes
“50mls of adrenalin stat and give this man some room”

A powerful force erupted as the pads are laid on chest
A flash of blue it strikes a cord a moment that is blessed
The girl whom wrote the number, inscribed along his arm
Was wailing indiscriminately aiding the alarm

The lady he'd encountered whom nursed his life so sweet
Selena read the name tag so to personalise each greet
She comforted and helped him through the time in which we speak
The time in which we question now, had not gone quite as sweet

For when the guys had jumped his bones, in casualty he did land
And not in a realm where he had dreamt of loving life's demands
But dormant within his minds eye, for in a coma he did sleep
And yet again he fights on more, for his life so for to keep.

“IT'S NOW TIME FOR YOU TO WAKE UP!”