The Saving Timbre
She was lying there, she was just lying there. Nothing else she could. There was no sign of life in it anymore. No movement, no movement. At least not limbs. Her legs were tight next to each other. Her arms limp along her body. Her eyes were open, they were staring into nowhere. They didn't blink. No trembling muscle. Nothing.
She was lying there, she was just lying there.
Inside and on her were infusions, tubes and devices. The pump next to her bed went up and down in a whisper. Her chest proportional. The probe bag fed her. Fluid dripped through the drip. The devices brought movement. Well, that one. But she was lying there, she was just lying there.
What no one could know was that there was more than enough zest for life in her. Her thoughts were constantly busy. A bustle of interest it was in her head. The constant battle took place there, but the outside world did not notice it. Only herself. What no one knew about was that she could catch every sound, she could hear and understand everything that was said about her. Only she couldn't make it clear to the outside in any way. Not a single reflex. Not a single look of recognition. She was just lying there.
