It hurt severely – it came as soon as it went. Like the waves breaking on the shore, the ebb and flow continued to mess her mind. It slowly scattered her to pieces. Her body lost the war first. Her tears flowed as if they did not belong to her. Breaths came in quick succession. She was trapped. The pain unbearable, she wondered how her brain was still intact. Hands tied, legs tired and immovable, she awaited her fate…
The room of pain has no colour. The sick yellow walls; pale and haunting, have tales of horror etched on them. If only they could speak, they would narrate volumes. No one is spared in here. Screams are standard, followed by torture, torment, and despair. No respite. Figures in white come and go. The ones in black wait outside, occasionally peeking in. They take mental notes as if ticking off names on their list.
There is not one such room but many. The nurse's wheel in and out people. Some leave with a smile that comes after hours of agony. Some leave but only phys…
The room of pain has no colour. The sick yellow walls; pale and haunting, have tales of horror etched on them. If only they could speak, they would narrate volumes. No one is spared in here. Screams are standard, followed by torture, torment, and despair. No respite. Figures in white come and go. The ones in black wait outside, occasionally peeking in. They take mental notes as if ticking off names on their list.
There is not one such room but many. The nurse's wheel in and out people. Some leave with a smile that comes after hours of agony. Some leave but only phys…