"We are going to the hospital."
Random Sentence Memes (Sickness Edition)
The syllables tumbling from the boy’s mouth could have been considered words at one point in time, but its train of thought derails somewhere between the brain’s signal to the tongue and the physical attempt to form each proper word, and what emits is little more than garbage.
His vocal chords may have malfunctioned, but the remainder of his body appears intact and lively. It scrambles - up from the park bench, away the stranger tugging at his rag of a sweatshirt, chest wheedling air into his lungs as if through a strainer - and the boy with deathly pale skin and hair like a wildfire stands disjointed and defensive, parked in defense of the expected attack to come. Though new to the streets, it didn't take long to learn no soul could be trusted.
His tongue, dry like sawdust, detaches from the roof of his mouth; his throat cracks as if he has just swallowed a cupful of peanut butter but it works, and he wheezes the two words out like squawk of untuned bagpipes.
— “I’m not.”
His eyes, glittering and reflective like glass in sunlight, rove from one target to the next, yet they are ice. Fierce brows and dark lids widened to reveal too much of the red-veined sclera only intensify this piercing effect, which comes only to a climax as his glower locks on the one who dares challenge him.
How long had he been unconscious? How long had the man been attempting to wake him - more importantly, why?
There are nails in his skull, pins and needles in his foot, and he stumbles backward on the sodden grass.
— “I don't want your help.” His jaw juts. A curling lip reveals gritted, grinding teeth. “Get away from me."
