Skulptur åk 1
Trying to suppress the image of an actual stab wound is one of many difficulties when you’re lying
in an emergency room. It’s a strange combination of boredom and the constant scream of an old
woman demanding the nurses attention. Me, I was just sitting there, no longer in pain. Only left
with a desire I hadn’t felt before, a desire to be more of a man.
I’ve always been comfortable in myself. I learned early on, I was never going to make it in any
sport, I was never strong, fast or dedicated enough. Instead, I was constantly being overrun by
emotions. Feeling embarrassed by every single thing. I was never going to be a masculine man, a
man who friends and family could trust in case of an emergency. Therefore I never aspired to be
one.
In all honesty, I had fainted before, once by watching a parody of a torture scene. Once by hearing
my teacher talk about a gruesome STD in sex ed-class. On several occasions, when what other
people would say is a moderate amount of physical pain. And I was okay with it. I was okay with
it. I was okay with it all.
But this time around it was different, even the most confident person around would start
questioning his masculinity after this. They kept me at the hospital for three days, new nurses and
new doctors constantly asking you to tell them what happened.
So I told them, over and over again, almost like a script I had planned out to reduce how
embarrassing it was.
I woke up
chugged down some sparkling water
Felt an extreme pain between my stomach and chest
Trying to walk it off but the pain kept increasing
Tried to find a bed to lay down on
Woke up on the floor
World was spinning
My whole body shaking
Bleeding from my head
Yes, I fainted drinking sparkling water too quickly. Water, the second most essential component of
human existence.
THE END.