by Angel Wolf
A furry story for a friend that's mute.
|Natalie stared mindlessly at her computer monitor. She kept clicking the mouse hastily, checking her messages over and over. Nothing. She sighed, laid her head on the back of her office chair, exhausted. She made a few spins in the chair, as if she was in some kind of carousel. She thought back to the day of the operation when she lost her vocal cords. She still loathed the doctor who performed the surgery. But, it was to save her, and what's done is done.|
Natalie glanced at the clock. 1:00 A.M. in the morning. Time seemed to crawl on by slower than normal, but it was mostly due to Natalie's insomnia. She hadn't slept in days. All she wanted was to get a good rest. But, no, she had to write a week-long report over parakeets. She pulled out a medical book and tried to read it. As she set her groggy gaze on the pages, the words seemed to blur together. Out of her exhaustion, she dropped the book on her foot. There was pain, but she was too tired to feel it.
She glanced back at the clock again. 2:10 A.M. "At least another hour and 10 minutes went by..." she thought to herself. She paced back and forth for what seemed hours- but when she was done, she looked at the clock again. Only 20 minutes went by. Natalie was struggling to keep her eyes open. She sat back down at her computer and opened a blank document. She hastily typed a few paragraphs, trying her best to be aware of what she was typing, as the words continued to blur together as they did with the book.
She kept typing for what seemed like an eternity until her clock sounded its alarm. It was 7:00 A.M., finally. She turned the alarm off and threw herself in the bed, hoping nobody would interrupt her. About 4 hours later, a guy shyly poked his head through the doorway. He saw Natalie, and carefully stepped in. The man was tall and frail. He held a clipboard close to his chest in one hand, as if it was a teddy bear. In the other, a pen was tightly gripped.
"Hey, Natalie. Wake up. It's lunchtime..." the man said, with a soft voice. Natalie waved her paw at him and turned over, her tail curling around her tightly, as if her tail was hugging her. The man stood back up, then walked back to the door with a limp. He stared at Natalie for a good minute. Natalie twitched one of her ears and pulled the blanket up above her head. The man then limped out, quietly shut the door, and walked down the hall.
Natalie tried to shake the guards off of her as they seized her. She knew what was going to happen, she was going to be tested on. The guards shoved her into the testing chamber, and then... Natalie dreamt. She then quickly sat up, breathing heavily. She shoved the thought into the vault of her brain and sealed it shut. She remembered what had happened at H&M Labs. She just decided to lay down and go back to sleep.
The doctor leaned over her curiously, shining a flashlight in her eyes to see if she was awake.. Natalie watched groggily as the surgeon slowly and carefully removed something from her throat, then administered an anesthetic to Natalie, making her fall asleep. Soon, she was in her apartment, and when she woke up, she gently put a paw to her throat. She felt a scar, and stitches. She opened her mouth to speak, but... she dreamt again. She jumped out of bed and smacked her head against the desk, knocking herself out.
Natalie woke up slowly in the emergency room, 5 hours later. She was laying uncomfortably on a hospital bed, with an IV beside her. A tube ran from the IV to her wrist, where a needle was inserted. The doctor came in and notified Natalie that she was in intensive care. As the doctor left, Natalie's vision began to slowly blur. She became dizzy. It was like being in a merry-go-round spinning at 50 mph for too long, but then again, it wasn't, either. She just laid her head back softly, her eyes fluttering shut. She dozed off.
The next thing she knew, she was in her bed, right in the same room she had been stuck in for 6 and a half days. Thank God she could escape this nightmare at 12 P.M. sharp. All she had to do was wait. And wait. And wait... and wait... the time seemed to move slower than ever. It was 7:00 A.M. currently. She then decided to try something. She got up, wobbled over to the clock, and smacked it like a monkey smacking a coconut on a rock. Sure enough, it jumped to 12:00 P.M., and she was free to go.