It All Passed in a Blur

All I can remember are the sounds of the busy hospital. Bustling, shoving, sobbing, screaming silently, the sounds of myself stumbling away from the room. Even in the cramped halls, I was given room to walk, I know that, because I never hit into anything, even though I wished I would. Just to feel the pain. To try to get rid of the pain killers that made my numbed brain disoriented.

It all passed in a blur of tears.