Memory... "Bloody Christmas"

I have to imagine I'd wet myself as a child, but I don't have a specific memory of it so I can't be sure. The only time I ever remember feeling cold and wet in bed was some years back during the holidays. I was probably... I somewhere between seven and 10 years of age. I don't remember feeling particularly sick during the days leading up to Christmas of that year, so it came as quite a surprise when I was hit with the weirdest illness on Christmas Day. I was a wee lad, so after everything went down I never really got around to getting the full details about what had befallen me. I'm sure if I were to ask about it now, no one would have a definitive answer. It would be a jumbled mess of supposed truth. Given the choice between misinformation and ignorance, I'd go for the latter in a heart beat. :P

All I remember was being at our relatives' home that evening, just as we were about to open presents. Then the vomiting began; vomiting like crazy. I'd think everything was fine and then I'd feel nauseous again. I wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop. It didn't take long to realize something was wrong. So I was taken to the hospital.

I remember my brothers being there. My Mom and Dad of course. I remember them bringing the toys I received that night. But more than anything I remember the IV. I've always hated needles, and come to think of it... maybe it stems from this experience? The timelines are blurry, so I don't know if I had the same deathly fear of needles before this night or not. I remember hating the IV going in. Then I remember sleep. Then consciousness in the middle of the night. Then I remember feeling wet. Then I remember seeing the sheets pulled back. Then the sight of my body drenched in my own blood. I remember the stark contrast of the vibrant red against the cold white of the sheets. There wasn't a shock and I don't remember crying. All I remember is being lost in the trance of that sight. I remember I was cold. So very cold.


DS333, entranced.