My father, to say goodbye. No.
I open my eyes suddenly. The light hurts me.
"Don't worry, miss," says a female voice.
No. Not calm.
I sit up abruptly, the wires tugging at my arm.
"Where's my phone?"
My voice sounds strange. Acute. Uncontrolled.
"You must calm down."
"My phone!"
I try to rip out the sensors attached to my chest.
"Miss, you can't get up yet."
"I have to go!"
The tears begin to fall without me being able to stop them.
"My father..." my voice breaks, "my father..."
I feel short of breath. My heart beats too fast.
I can't think, I can't breathe. I want to take everything off.
Unplug the machines.
Run away.
"I have to go!"
My body trembles. Two nurses try to hold me up.
"Miss, if you don't calm down we'll have to sedate you."
"Don't touch me!"
Panic consum
