Personal Narrative: A Short Story

I slowly wake up feeling groggy and a little nauseas. I attempt to sit up but find forward motion impossible. I stop and think, that’s weird? I’m stuck. What time is it, should it be so dark? Odd, I can’t seem to open my eyes. Without thinking I try to touch my face, but my arms won’t listen to me. I try again to sit up but that causes me pain. I try harder, it just hurts more. What the hell! I can’t move my arms, or seem get up. To my waking mind it is very strange that I can’t get up. I have to get up! I have to pee! With just a touch of panic I try once again to get up with no success. The effort to get up is making me pant. Okay, slow down, relax, breathe…. I take a deep breath. My now functioning brain has concluded that

Shhhh calm yourself, no screaming necessary - yet. Please relax, very soon you’ll have even more questions.” I feel a second object pulled from my right ear. “Better? I would imagine just being able to hear should improve your state of mind.” I try to speak but my throat is so dry all that comes out is a croak. “Did you say something? Perhaps a sip of water would help, hmmm? I’ll be right back.” I hear departing footsteps. It feels like an eternity passes when I hear approaching footsteps. “I’m going to set a straw to your lips” says the husky voice, “it’s just water.” I feel the straw on my lips, I grasp it and suck cool, fresh, amazingly wonderful tasting liquid into my parched mouth. I swallow several mouthfuls of the luscious elixir before the straw is retracted. The voice begins again “Now, where were we? Oh yes, you were going to say something.”
Should I beg? Or perhaps be witty or a smartass? I could be in grave danger here, I do not really know what to say, “May I know your name? I would like to know to whom I am speaking.”
With a slightly surprised snort, and I imagine a raised brow, the breathy voice said “Pat.”
I force a smile, “hey Pat, nice to make your acquaintance. Have we met before? I don’t think I know a Pat, and would that be short for Patrick or

I’ve heard that when you lose one sense the other becomes intensified. “well bully for me!” The need to pee has become near painful. “If I don’t go soon, I’m going to piss all over myself” I can hear a faint sound, it is muffled as though coming through a barrier. Then the click of a turning door handle. A door is opened and then shut. Familiar footsteps approach me. I can’t help but flinch a little as a cool hand touches my right foot.
“I recall you mentioning having to urinate? I cannot let you up, so I’m going to insert a straight catheter. Have you ever had a catheter?” Pat asks but does not wait for my reply. “A straight catheter is a onetime use, where as some others, such as a Foley catheter, are for long term use. It is not really that uncomfortable unless you fight. Are you going to fight me my dear?” Pats voice raises a slight octave as if she would like me to fight her thus making it painful.
I feel vibration beneath me as a drawer is pulled out. I hear plastic crinkle and tear, then something is placed between my thighs near my crotch. “A little pad in case you leak, we don’t want to soil the bed.” Pat continues bustling around the bed, humming some tuneless sound, doing something which I cannot