Song: Sad Song by We the Kings (feat. Elena Coats)
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Hurt He didn't speak to me As he took my vitals, Monitored my stats throughout the day And inserted experimental medicines Into my bloodstream.
Everything was hazy As I lay there Motionless and freezing On a wide metal table, He in a plastic suit And I in a paper gown.
Everything hurt. My heart felt as if it had given up And my stamina as if it could never be roused again.
I was separated from you And it felt as if someone had reached Deep down into the depths of me And jerked out my heart. I was separated from The love of my life And it hurt Oh, how it hurt.
I was trapped there, Drugged as he experimented on my mind, My body, The concept of my immunity, And I felt utterly powerless.
"How are you still alive? You've been exposed to the plague for so long, and so many times...you should be dead."
He asked me a question That I honestly didn't know the answer to At least, Not at first. I didn't respond; I was too weak, Too exhausted.
But he simply stood there, As if he were waiting for an answer.
After a long few moments of silence, I finally got up the strength to whisper
"Hope."
His face fell at the mention of your name, And he took a shaky step back In disbelief.
