Senses

She unwraps the bandages to place over the wounds. When she feels the rough texture of the adhesive she just takes a minute and touches it. She runs her fingers over the divits and examines the changes as she follows the pattern left to right. The package says royal and she wonders what makes these so much better than the rest. She can smell the latex on the band aid when she puts it to her nose. She can see the interlacing pattern of the fibers that make it up. She hears the tear when she rips it open to place over her heart. She can tase the blood dripping into her throat. Then suddenly her sight parishes. Her sense of touch depleats, her tongue goes limp and he nose is to stuffed to smell. She falls to the ground with olnly her hearing and she listens to the silence.