Prompt: Write the inner monologue of a character who can’t speak.
She’s going to say it. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…
“Ready for your sponge bath, Mr. Keller?”
No, what would you do if I actually said no? I bet you’d scream and drop that basin of ereeeeegh incredibly cold water. What is it about my persistent vegetative state that makes you people think I can’t feel, yet every day you yammer on and on and on about you’re personal life. I really don’t want to hear any more about your new boy friend Devon (who I’m going to guess is actually gay) and I could have gone my whole life without ever hearing about your diet. Seriously.
Oh, it’s 9:45, time for the incredibly hot OCD chick to walk by. And there she goes, right on cue. Why couldn’t it be her giving me the sponge bath and not you? She would at least be through and not miss my left arm for the third time this week. You going to get that? Nope, well then….
“See you tomorrow!”
Woo… And now I get to sit here and enjoy my coma in peace until that doctor comes in to change out my bag. I hope it’s strawberry flavored this time… Shit, now I miss the taste of strawberries. Or really any other kind of food. Think of something else, think of something else. Wait, what was that novel idea I had the other day? It was about this guy, he was going to the moon, only that wasn’t really a big deal anymore? There was this part about finding a city under the surface maybe? It’ll come back to me soon enough.
Oh shit, someone’s flat lining. Sucker. I may be a potato, but this spud is still on the right side of the dirt. Wait, that metaphor sucked. Oh well, they can’t all be winners. Hey, spunky little intern, you ever lost someone before? Aww, wooks wike yurr gunna cry like a baby. I’ve been stuck in this bed for five years now, if I had a dime for every little puke that got drummed out after their first kill I’d be the richest vegetable besides Mr. Peanut. That one sucked too… I’m so glad no one can hear me.
Oh shit, Molly?
“I know this must be hard for you.”
Molly, you never come here during the week. My god you’re still so beautiful.
“This kind of thing is never easy, doctor.”
What’s not easy?
“But it is the right thing to do.”
I’m so sorry my sweet. Being married to someone like this must be an ordeal, but it is the sweetest thing on the planet that you’ve stuck it out. Hold my hand please?
“How long were the two of you married before he went under?”
5 years, 3 months, and 12 days.
“A long time and in that time I loved him more than I can express.”
And she’s a poet. She does words for a living doc, boyah! Wait- loved?
“Which is why I’ve made the choice.”
No. No. No No No.
“As long as you’re sure…”
I love you.
I LOVE you.
“End his pain.”
I love you I love you I lo- beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep