My Insomnia Is Killing You 2 Open Sesame

He could hear distant footsteps on a hard surface and the noise of something spinning and rhythmically squeezing and wheezing air.

Soft moans could also be heard intermittently from nearby with some low beeping noises here and there in between.

The air smelled of antiseptics and bodily fluids so he got a clue from that.

'I am in a hospital.' He thought.

He tried moving his mouth then his hands and it was the same experience as with his eyes. He could feel them but they were locked in place by an invisible force and now matter how he tried just stayed still.

He could feel what seemed something like a plastic tube pressing on his tongue which was going into his throat.

He still didn't have the vaguest idea who he is and how got here.

'What the he'll happened to me!?' He yelled on the inside angrily and try to move every muscle in his body with no success.

The only muscle that showed any reaction was his heart which sped up which the machines he was hooked up to monitored and sent an alarm to the nurses station.

A minute later the clonking footsteps came close a with a whooshing sound a door was opened. As they got nearer another set of footsteps was coming closer with another whooshing sound following.

"Doctor." A female voice was heard.

"What is going on? I saw you rushing here. Nurse Finkle was it?" A male voice replied.

"The cardiac monitoring machine sent of an alarm as it detected a sudden rise of blood pressure and heart rate so I came to check on him if there was any needing trough the gauzes.", the nurse replied.

The nurse replied and there was a rustling of the blanket being uncovered and soft touches on his body were felt.

"Everything seems fine. Good work, although we have to do something about the blood pressure. Push him with 1 mg of lorazepam in the IV and we will see how it goes." The male voice said.

As the nurse was preparing the medicine she suddenly asked nervously, "What happened to him? Is he a criminal?"

"As far as I know he was swatted and I don't think he is a criminal." Doctor replied.

"Swatted?" Nurse Finkle asked in bewilderment as she was not familiar with the term used on anything but insects.

"Oh. Sorry. Someone called the SWAT team on him. It happened a few times in the past but not in our state and the media made a new name for it swatting." Doctor replied.

"SWAT team? You mean someone reported him to the special police force unit? Did they shoot him?", nurse asked in amazement.

"Yeah. I heard he is quite famous in the e-sports scene. He must have rubbed someone the wrong way and they took out their compet.i.tion this way. The SWAT team rushed his place on a report he was building bombs and held hostages in his bas.e.m.e.nt. They turned of the power grid to his house and busted inside his house only to find him holding a fake machine gun in the living room with a VR set on his head and pointing it at them. They didn't figure he would have his equipment hooked up on backup power source and was still playing in a first person shooter tournament. They opened fire and shot him full of holes. It's a wonder he is still alive. The worst part is the bullet that hit him in his head trough the VR headset. Even if he survives he may never be anything more than a vegetable. We usually would not even bother saving him if not the prea.s.sure from the police department since it's a PR disaster.", the doctor explained in detail stunning the nurse.

"How do you know all this?", nurse Finkle asked.

"I have a friend on the SWAT team. We go to the gym together sometimes. He came to see me after the incident since he was one of the guys who shot him he begged me to take extra care of him. Honestly though we should just let him go. He is just like the guy in Metallica's One video. I don't even want to imagine myself being in his shoes.", the doctor said with a sigh.

"The prea.s.sure is not going down. Do you think he heard us?, nurse Finkle asked.

"Give him an extra milligram to be sure. I highly doubt even if he can hear us that he can understands us.", doctor replied.

But he did hear them and he would have cursed and yelled at them if he could at that moment. The drugs not working was him hearing what they said.

"Lorazepam seems to start having an effect. What now?", the nurse said.

"Let's wait a minute or two until it goes down to normal and grab a coffee after?", the doctor replied.

"Ok.", the nurse nervously replied.

"How did they mistake the fake gun with a real one?, she suddenly said switching the topic back to the incident.

"I guess it looks like a real on except the weight and functionality.I once saw these VR harnesses at an exhibit and they had all sorts of weapon accessories. I guess the more accurate the model is in real life the better effect in virtual reality it shows when using it as a prop. I would have bought it if not for the d.a.m.n 30.000 dollars price tag.", doctor replied.

"30.000? That is half my annual!", the nurse said in shock.

"Yeah. E-sports came a long way and this stuff is only used by pros. You need to have it if you want to play in the Diamond League but before that you need to climb through, bronze, silver, gold and platinum. To the ones who make it that far 30k is chump change. To them this is lile buying the Play Station 7 for 300 bucks.", doctor said.

"Thank you for explaining doctor Nash.", the nurse said.

"I hope the media don't focus on this for too long and we can let him go as soon as possible. It seems like the prea.s.sure is back to normal. Let's go grab that coffee.", doctor said and started walking towards the door which made a whooshing sound.

The nurse started walking away too but stopped midway and turned around.

"I hope he is wrong.", she said and left.

As he was hearing all this all sorts of emotions overwhelmed him. Anger, unwillingness, fear, anxiety but soon lorazepam washed them away. They faded like snow on a hot day and soon the sound of his breathing and his heartbeat was all he heard. The rhythm reminded him of a song called Teardrop from Ma.s.sive attack and he imagined it before he drifted into oblivion.