Reconstruction

“Where was he? He wondered, as his eyes tried to focus the daze in front of him.

He fought to clear his mind, to drive out the wisps of amnesia from his mind, to make some sense of his surroundings. But he couldn’t move. His mind working furiously, he made out the following details, as his vision began to clear and his senses sharpened.

Two faces peered at him, silhouetted by the bright spotlight above him. The lights were bright, but not blinding, to the degree that he couldn’t make out the faces. His mouth was open, or so he felt. Yet he didn’t feel any pain, despite the flurry of activity. The anaesthetic was starting to wear off, and soon the pain would wrack his brains off. But now he could observe, calmly, investigating the mechanics going on inside.

No one was telling him, and he wasn’t allowed to ask. So he tried to make sense of the stimuli assaulting his senses.

The putrid taste of a bleaching agent. The smoke escaping from his mouth as he felt the doctor burn something inside, the material bubbling as it vaporized. The slurping of the suction tube as it sucked out the bloody saliva. The metallic instruments going in and out of his mouth.

Two humans, four hands worked feverishly to reconstruct the inside of his mouth. Their faces masked, yet their eyes vivid, alert. His thoughts wandered off, his mind chuckling to himself, as he reminisced on his wish of acquiring a full cyborg body.

Not long after, he felt it. The tingling of pain. The sedative was wearing off. Fast. His eyes widened in pain as he tried to communicate this fact to his attendants, who seemed lost in their own pace.

Now the ache seared up his skull, and he fought to keep his mouth open. Clenching his eyes shut, he hoped they would get the message.

Thankfully they did, and some murmuring followed. He squinted his eyes open, just a sliver, to see one of them twist the dial on the instrument panel, before the sedative lulled him back to oblivion.”

© Auro_29122015