Chapter 6：Kill me!!! (1/2)
EARTH, SOLOMON ISLANDS, MAKIRA ISLAND, CITY OF KIRAKIRA.
Almost the entire island of Makira was uninhabited. The total population of this island was barely five thousand people, and most were natives. The island itself was a refuge to several rare bird species and had vast fauna and flora, with crystal clear sea and white beaches. An ideal place for a vacation.
Kirakira was a city in Makira with no more than 10 blocks of construction, and a long road that outlined several beaches and connected to small villages with no more than 10 houses each.
The houses in Kirakira were mostly made with wood, and the locals survived from fishing and being touristic guides.
Even so, being a touristic island and a remote place, it had a small airport and a hospital, along with the basic infrastructure of a small city.
Inside the hospital of Kirakira, a man was being dragged to the surgery room. Behind that man, a trail of blood, and in his neck, an improvised bandage was responsible to hold most of the blood inside the man.
This man was Mack and unknown to him, for his luck or not, he was in the same block as the hospital.
The kid's father, seeing both fall unconscious and all the blood, ran to the kid, then more people came to help Mack, one of them being a nurse that provided the first aid, later, bringing Mack to the hospital with other people helping her.
One could say that Mack's luck was so good as his bad luck.
Inside the surgery room of the hospital, the only doctor available at that moment, seeing the commotion, run to Mack and the other people and started the procedure immediately.
A few minutes later, the medic finally sutured the wound and applied saline on Mack's vein to compensate for the blood loss, but mack was still unconscious because of the excessive blood loss.
”I think he may enter in a short coma due to blood loss, keep monitoring and applying IV saline, and he may recover in a few days. I will come to check on him daily.” said the Medic to the nurses around.
Mack, for the second time in months, could finally sleep.
FIVE DAYS LATER
~ BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP ~
The noise made by the heart monitor could be heard by Mack but he was still laying on the bed with closed eyes and was finally regaining his consciousness.
”wher m?” he asked in a weak voice that no one could have heard.
He could feel his head pulsating. It was probably the worst headache he had in life. At each pulse, it was like something was squeezing his brain and the excruciating acute white noise he heard felt so good and so bad at the same time that Mack himself could not believe it.
Until…..
~sssssssssssssshalllbeliveonliveonformeon....aaaaaaaaaaandssssss...….comeeeeeeee...ssswaaaeee~
But for his misfortune, his hallucinations started again, not caring if he had a headache or was having a drink by a bar, or like now, in a bed of a hospital.
Mack almost forgot about those voices when he woke up, but here were them again, and those voices were only in his mind.
”ahhhhhhh! no, no, stop it!” urged Mack to himself, still in a weak voice.
”dammed book, I will burn you!” screamed Mack, but his voice sounded more like a febrile cat.
A few days after doing the tattoos, Mack heard some voices. At start was only one time a day, but then, each day it intensified, and now, Mack was hearing those damned voices all day long, for months.
He could only sleep if he passed out from exhaustion, or got drunk enough. Those voices interfered with his thoughts, even when he was hearing music at the highest volume possible, not giving him a single moment of peace.