"I'm In The Recovery Room, Please…" I Texted. "Don't Bother Me…" My Sister Replied. So I…

"I'm In The Recovery Room, Please…" I Texted. "Don't Bother Me…" My Sister Replied. So I… "The stories YouTube demonetized are now collected in one place" https://marykate00.gumroad.com/l/kmpdrk The anesthesia was still wearing off when I reached for my phone. My mouth was dry. The fluorescent lights above me were the particular pale yellow of hospital ceilings, the kind of light that exists in no other room on earth. There were monitors beside the bed. A nurse had checked on me twenty minutes ago, or maybe forty — time runs differently when your body has been chemically stopped and restarted. My left wrist had a hospital bracelet. My throat hurt from the intubation tube. I found my phone on the small tray beside the bed. My fingers were slow — there is a particular heaviness that comes after general anesthesia, a lag between the decision to move and the movement itself, like a signal traveling a longer distance than usual. But I knew what I was doing. I had been thinking, in the soft unfocused way you think when you are not quite all the way back, about who I wanted near me. #revenge #revengestories #familydramas