New Medicine: A Narrative Fiction

The light was as bright as the sun and I could feel my retinas burning. In the back i could hear a slight beeping sound almost like it was graphing my heart beat. I heard voices, “Scalpel.” “I’m going to make the first incision now....” And then nothing, the voices stopped and i was back in my own head. I was startled by a falling sensation, as i was thrown into an even colder room. The light in here was dimmer, but it was still blinding. I crawled over to giant metal door and punched it and screamed for them to let me out. I needed to finish my work, my whole reputation depended on it. In a few

I awoke with the sound of beeps in the distance. My eyes fluttered, eyelashes blocking my small spot of a view. In the corner, I could see my mom, her head in her hands, shaking slowly from tears. I gradually moved my head to the left. The room was bright, with white floors and bleached walls. There were multiple carts full of medical supplies right next to me. While scanning the room, I could hear my mother gasp and run out of the door. Moments later, a tall lanky guy walked into in the room. He was wearing scrubs with little stars and a light blue stethoscope was dangling from

I could feel a thin sheet of fabric on top of my weak body. As I regain my conscious, I could hear repetitive beeps next to me. I turn to my left to see a heart monitor. I could see each vibrant green line waving up and down. I was in a room of white. A white blanket, white furnishings, white walls, and white marble floors. When the realization that I was in a hospital, I begin to panic. Where is my family? Where am I? How long have I been out? Just as I was going to try to move out of the bed, an outburst of doors flew open and a nurse in white walked

I found myself in another room too small for the amount of people in it. The stale smell that clung to the latex of medical equipment offered a resurfacing of bitter inconclusive memories. White coats with clipboards shined lights in my eyes and prodded at my body. They rattled off the questions that had become all too familiar to me and I recited the same lines I have been for the past 13 years...

I never thought walking into the light would be so painful. Most of its energy was focused on my eyes, and it couldn't decide it it wanted to be over my left or right eye. Then when I thought I was going to go peacefully the angels were just so loud and wouldn't stop talking. They also made the most absurd remarks. "I don't think she's going to survive," one of them said. Well duh, I'm already dead. What's there to survive? "If this keeps up she might go into cardiac arrest." Who's arresting cardiac? Why can't I just walk into the light peacefully? OMG! What if they meant I wasn't going to make it into heaven. I've been a really good girl, most of the time. Beep, beep, beeeeeep.

Slowly I attempted to focus above me, I detected footsteps all around s towards and away from me, the ceiling lights progressed past rapidly only letting me for second focus on them I saw them go, one, two, three.... I'm moving? I look around me and see two women in blue walking beside me speaking inaudible words, one looks down at me panicked and then looks away and says something. I look to the other side of me a man and woman in blue as well. I start to realize, the smell of anesthetic with in the air, the panicked woman next to me. It all felt uneasy and to familiar .... I'm on a trolley bed.... I'm in a hospital.

Adie giggled, “Since you’ve been living in segregation for these past few months, here’s a news flash for you. It’s not the first time a clown making an appearance in New Morram City recently.” Adia handed him her phone, which displayed an open internet browser with the news about the clowns’ sighting in New Morram city. “There been sighting of them in the cemetery, in Glace Bay port, even at the financial district. Everyone who saw them said they didn’t do anything. They just stood there and smiling, they even gave flowers to the passerby.”

While standing in the laundry room, I watched my mother pace back and forth from the living room to the kitchen in a panic, waiting for a phone call which she knew may never come. Mom bolts to her bedroom to look in the hiding spot where all of the lethal medications my father was taking were hidden. The Medications powerful enough, if I took even one, my heart would stop within an hour. Mother and I knew exactly what he was going to try to do. He was going to try to kill himself.

Small fuzzy black dots burst in front of my vision and I realize I’m about to have a panic attack. Dr. Jones office seems far away and foggy like a lighthouse on a stormy night, and my mind felt lost at sea. I started to scream frantically, throwing my arms up in exasperation. The walls seem to be cracking by my endless screaming, and the ceiling is coming down towards me like a prowling spider from its web.

My mother and father sat downstairs and talked, Bella sitting with them, while I folded my clothes and put them into my chipped white wooden dresser. I could hear them murmuring between themselves, but I couldn’t hear specific words. My mother came up the stairs about ten minutes later as I was putting the last of my clothes into my dresser. Her five feet two-inch frame stood just inside my door with a Mona Lisa smile. Her eyes were sad and I could tell she was trying to hold back tears. I was confused as to why, and I was going to ask what was wrong, but she told me that my father had something he wanted to talk to me about.

The heavy clear doors slammed open one by one; big bright lights pierced my eyes above with little images of ceiling tile surrounding me that I could barely make out. People in navy blue uniforms huddled around me appearing to be in a hurry somewhere based on they’re bright red faces and the drops of sweat that were slowly dripping and collecting down they’re flushed faces, that eventually fell and exploded on my cold skin. All the commotion around me came to an abrupt halt. Now I was starring at the ceiling once again that now portrayed a blurring metal reflection of my broken and beaten down body that was bound to keep destructing and destroying. I could vaguely hear footsteps that seemed to be in the distance, but became louder and clearer with each step closer towards me. A sudden mask like object appeared directly over my face slowly easing its way down to grasp onto my pale face. Darkness now was the only thing left in sight and would stay this way for hours.

"You're so sweet." She let him go and moved past him to open the medicine cabinet, pulling out a packet of pills. Half of them were gone, and she popped another pill out of the package and into her mouth, swallowing it without water.

It was a rainy day in Arizona. Marie and her friend Sarah went hiking in the woods and then out of no where they came across an abandoned hospital. They thought it would be cool to explore inside so they walked up the crumbling cement stairs. Sarah had a weird feeling walking up to the hospital like someone was watching her every move. Marie pushed the door open. It made a loud creek. Sarah and Marie walked inside and looked around. They saw that the wallpaper was coming off, there was graffiti everywhere on the walls, on the floor, on everything in sight, the ceiling had fallen apart, there were bricks, and mold in every corner of the room. When they came to a large area there were chairs stacked on top of each other in a corner, there

With the rapid development of science and technology, it also push the development of the field of medical. High technology treatment improved the patient 's health, prolonged the life, improved the quality of life. xenotransplantationis the most interesting of modern medicine, and their hopes of a major issue. This research will discuss the some new treatment like xenotransplantation and heart stent ,and also discuss the new technology bring some social and individual benefits.Almost people accept the new treatment, but there still have some voice to against it. The new treatment become an international problem for human being , no doubt that it truly bring the hope to all the patients and raise the economy to the country.

“what's wrong” she gave me a gloomy look “it's just your father” . “what about him” I asked I saw the blood dripping from her hands but she had no cuts… what happened? She gave me a creepy look and her ear to ear smile as her blond hair glimmered in the light and blue eyes went black. I went from happiness to terror. She walked out the door and closed forgetting to lock it she went outside of the house I heard the upstairs door shut and lock.