Suddenly I felt myself drop down onto the sofa. A sharp pain was burning my legs. It felt as if I was on fire. The sense of trepidation gripped my heart.
I scratched once, then again. I couldn't stop.
When I did eventually in order to breathe in the cool air, the feeling was numb.
But as if lava was rising,ready to erupt from a volcano the pain increased again.

I screamed but nothing came out. I fiercely squeeze my throat as if it would help. I look in horror at my legs. My blood was pouring out of them. I clawed the black air as if trying to reach out and touch something but there was just emptiness. I knew I was vanishing into void.

Someone must have seen as when I opened my eyes I was being carried onto a wheelchair.
I wondered in fear if I had clawed my scarlet legs away.
Reluctantly, I stared in awe my legs which were covered in colored stripes.

I realised there was a blanket covering me. It was made from plastic.

Soon I was in the bottom ward in a hospital.This must be an ermergency I thought desperately - beacause I was in the wrong ward.

Some nurses undressed me and put me in a bath of warm water. The bath was paper-white and oily. I flinched as they carefully laid me down in the creamy water which felt like a blanket of warm snow.
When they finished bathing me I watched them with a heavy heart as they slowly applied some watery cream on my sore legs. I stared at the label on the container. It read:

Eczema
Use for only extreme damage

I seemed to breathe more faster as they bandanged my legs.I closed my eyes because I could feel my lava rising-ready to erupt. But it didn't. Relief helped me drift into a deep sleep. It felt so good to feel weightless, to I know I was safe in a caring place where not only just I, but others too were like me. They were also sick.

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