Automatic double doors thrashed open.
Fluorescent lights blinded me,
Leaving a lucent film over my eyes.

I took a few steps further,
Towards a desk with “Information” draped across the front.
Rushed to an office that smelt like questions,
My wrist was constricted by a thick orange band.

Suddenly, I felt myself fall into a chair,
And was being wheeled down a bitter, bleak hallway.
Once I entered Room Two,
I was ridded of my clothes and thrown into a cold gown.

A sense of panic rushed in,
As a sharp pain surged through my body.
IV’s hung from the inner corner of my elbow,
And tubes of O- were raced out.

All there was to see was an old television,
And curtains that were ominous and dark
Even in the loud lights.

Infinite beeping noises
Came from the machines to my left--
The dull roar of talking to my right.

I tried to disappear profusely,
Closed my eyes only to awaken
In that barren, off-white room
With pale blue linoleum tiles.

Helplessness overpowered my lungs;
It gradually put me to sleep.
Just to wake up again,
In that same off-white-Room-Two bed.