[ It is absolutely, genuinely, one hundred percent terrifying to wake up and not know where you are. Your legs will cramp, your throat will go thick, your eyes will fly open and no matter how loud you’ll want to scream, you’ll fail. Not a single sound will come out, and that’s the scary part. You can’t do anything.
Julius’ arms are hooked to thin tubes, and he can’t turn his head. It’s not like he doesn’t want to, but if he moves the nurse that’s standing over him will see that he’s awake. Julius can’t stop staring though. In the bright room she looks like a ghost as she gently pulls on the tubes that’s filling his body with transparent liquid. His throat tightens the moment he realizes that all of his limbs are wrapped in white bandages.
So, of course, he is absolutely terrifed. There’s no screams. There’s no echoes of bombings. He’s not in the battle field anymore. When the nurse has left the silence that follows makes him stiffly sit up to stare out of the large window. It’s night and the clouds outside clearly show signs of rain. High houses shine against the slight mist. He’s never seen such houses. That’s all there is, high houses with large blinking letters, glaring him straight in the face. When he looks down on the white sheet that’s covering him he sees the pale blue glow they paint him in. It’s beautiful, but he needs to get out of here.
Julius doesn’t know how he does it, but he rips the tubes straight out of his arms (followed by a high beep sound) and darts for the door with the slight limp he’s forced to deal with. His wound hasn’t healed, and it feels like it’s slowly opening up the faster he runs down the corridors, not having a single idea of where he’s going. Nurses and doctors yell after him as he scurries. The bandages around his legs unfolds and drags after him as he jumps down stairs with small cries of pain after each step he takes.
People are gasping at him when he finally comes into a larger room with couches and plants and a large glass door on the opposite side. It’s crazy, he’s crazy, but he flies out the door and down the stairs and tumbles down and groans, and crawls until he can pull himself up to his feet.
But it’s rude, it’s so rude, how a doctor slams his shoes down on the bandages that are collecting dirty behind him and grips him by the shoulder, and finally Julius can scream, so he does.
It feels like the whole town is crumbling when he screams until his throat grows raspy, and he kicks as good as he can, warm blood running down his naked thighs under his hospital gown. ]
“You have to let me go, I don’t know where I am!”
[ Julius’ body gets forced back and once again he desperately kicks, but he’s so small, he’s always been small, so he feels more like a grumpy kid in a candy store than someone that feels like he’s fighting for his life. He takes a deep breath and gets close to the doctor’s face, having his eyes squeezed shut. ]
“Let me go!”
[ But he’s not listening, and the panic just grows in Julius’ stomach as he’s getting lifted up the stairs at least a meter above the hard stone steps. He kicks even more, maybe even cries, staring down at the red droplets that are marking his tracks, and he sobs. ]