Dramatic Monologue

The vile odour of disinfectant permeates the air around me. My heart is racing and my trembling, sweaty hands cling onto my mother’s like a sloth to its branch. Gradually, more doctors begin to crowd around me, resembling vultures hovering over their prey, preparing to strike. The clanging of metal instruments and beeps of various machines distract me momentarily. Looking over to my left, I see a stout, middle-aged man donned in a green surgical gown. He is wearing a big, red foam nose and a multi-coloured cap, with a peculiar propeller-like object perched on top of it. I almost burst out laughing, but fear latches onto me. My eyes pan down from his cap to the sharp object in his hand. Who even is this man? What is he going to do with that?
I tilt my head to find an amiable-looking nurse. However, her words are as comforting as an electric blanket on a hot summer’s night. A sturdy hand grips my shaking forearm. It is strangely calming, making my tensed arm go limp. An ANT BITE? More like a scorpion’s sting! Like Snow White, I’ve just taken a bite from the poisoned apple. The needle is Aurora’s spindle, sending me off into a deep sleep… Well at least that is what’s meant to happen. Why am I still awake?

After a while, the first trickles of a frozen stream, melting in the spring sun, creep up my left arm. This trickle develops into a wave, as my thoughts begin to cloud and my mind starts fading in and out of conscious. A mask is placed over the lower part of my face, feeding my lungs with strawberry scented chemicals. I’m fighting a losing battle with my eyelids; eventually, I succumb. The once distinct, monotone beeps and baritone voices in the room begin to drown out. My hearing can be likened to that of a scuba diver, slowly submerging into the deep abyss.

Beep. Beep Beep.