on fire

It took me a while to fall asleep. I was exhausted, but my brain was still in third gear. There were a lot of dreams. About my dead gramma. About a tall robot (its thighs were at cloud level) who stomps on homes and captures residents. I was in the toilet when the community alarm went off. I peeked through the door and saw the robot's feet at a distance. I switched off the lights. And crouched lower when I saw it heading towards my direction. But it's never come close to this area before, I thought. The next thing I know, the walls around me crashed and crumbled, and I was shivering in the middle like a peeled banana. The robot picked me up with his fingers and strode to another direction. Would there be more like this one? Is there a robot community just like ours somewhere? My brain was screaming out questions even though I was scared shitless. Suddenly, my throat caught fire.

I sat up in a jerk. Wiped saliva off my face and swallowed. And my eyes bugged. My throat was really on fire. Hurt like a bitch, it did. My head was pounding. Wha...? Why is this happening all of a sudden? I was perfectly fine when I went to sleep. Okay, maybe my gums were slightly inflamed, but that could be fixed if I drink more water. No biggie.

I was practically voiceless when I went into the doctor's room. He said he hasn't seen any inflammation as bad as this for months. Yea it's gotta be bad, my saliva feels like lava swooshing around and I saw how chilli-red my throat was. What super breed of virus could do this in a few hours? Sigh.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but you'll be in pain for 2 more days. There's no point for me to prescribe antibiotics for you now, they won't work. I'm gonna give you painkillers, alright?"

Fuck.