Ammo

The buzzing fluorescent lights were the first or many indications I was not in the proverbial Kansas anymore. The overly firm bed, the sterile scent of the air, the beeping of monitors and such...

A hospital.

My first thought was that I was in a padded room; all this had been a dream. It wasn't, the appearance of a nurse hovering over an unrestrained, un-medicated me meant that I was in a regular, come here to die, hospital. The doc came in and did his usual do you feel alright routine and my parents moseyed on in. well not quite moseyed, more like scurried, and my father recounted the tale of finding me bleeding out of both mouth nose, quite profusely. My Mother was distressed; I on the other hand was not.

I felt amazing.

My muscles absolutely held no tension and my brain was absolutely clear (aside from a pang in the back of my head). Everything was perfect. I felt like a whole new me, at as young as I was.

The normal battery of tests began and ended. The docs had some real ammo now, my brain wave patterns were highly abnormal, and I showed signs of exhaustion but without the telltale physical exertion, and without the hard work and long hours that blackout exhaustion would merit. Besides all that the CAT and PET showed rapidly increasing use of brainpower and frontal lobe activity was nearly seventy times a normal person. They kept me four days; I did nothing mental while in the hospitals care and despite several doctors' pleas, I was released.