Rehydration: Science Fiction

She craved the rehydration fluid desperately, and it tasted--icky. Like drinking fruit juice mixed with sweat. She focused on her annoyance over the flavor of the rehydration fluid so that she wouldn't think of the other things going on. Like the missing limbs that she was assured she wouldn't miss...given time. Like the sluggish way her brain moved, with thoughts tunneling through like giant worms underground, running into obstacles and veering around them off into unexpected directions. It took her five minutes to be able to come up with that metaphor, and once she had it, she wasn't comforted. There were strange things in her brain,obstacles that her thoughts were not accustomed to. There was the pain, both physical and emotional, of her missing legs. Most of all, there was her disbelief that she had willingly volunteered for the process. She had done this to herself. What on earth had she been thinking?


Inspiration: Guess what I'm drinking today? Yeah, stomach flu, not so fun.
Story potential: High.
Notes: I like this perspective on it, at least.