This is what came out from the second prompt:
“Tip, tip, tip.” A drip. Was that water dripping? I open my eyes. Darkness. Jesus. I close my eyes and open them again. No help. Then I notice the sound again. “Tip, tip, tip.” It was to my left. I reach out. Nothing. Was I sleeping. Do you know if you are dreaming when you are dreaming?
I sit up. This wasn’t a dream. I wasn’t sleeping. Where the hell was I? “Tip, tip, tip.” There, the noise again, still on my left.
I swing my legs off the? Off the what? What am I on? It feels like a table. A doctor’s examining table? A hard bed?
My feet touch the concrete floor or is it tile? It’s hard and smooth and cool. Why can’t I see anything. Jesus. This isn’t good. Where am I? Why can’t I see?
I stand.
“Tip, tip, tip.” The noise is still there, more insistent now. I turn slowly, my eyes wide open. I think they are wide open. They feel, I don’t know, they feel what?. Why can’t I see?
There’s something on my arm, my right arm. It’s in my right arm. Oh Jesus. I sit back down. I touch my arm again with my left hand. It’s a tube. It’s an intravenous tube. I can feel where it’s taped. I touch my face. There are bandages. Oh God, am I blind? Where am I? What happened?
I sit back on the bed. I listen. It’s not a drip. It’s a monitor. It’s beeping. Why am I here?
“Hello!” I say, “hello?” Fuck.
No answer. I don’t hear anything but the beep. That’s what it is, a beep. A soft beep, not a drip. “Beep, beep, beep.”