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two
I woke up to blinding lights, my sight and
senses rushing into me all at once. I blinked for a moment,
willing my eyes to refocus. I was staring at a blank wall, as
white as the lights that had imprinted a gash deep into my eyes a
second ago. Something dug into my wrist and I lifted it, seeing a
hospital band roped around it. I stared down at the bed sheets
and the gown that replaced my clothes. The room smelled of
something sterile and from the distant ringing of telephones,
realization that I was in a hospital hit me across the face.
White, white, white. Everything was painted like the color of
snow in my room. I lifted my hands and made contact with the
plastic cannula that ran along my nose, almost shocked to feel it
there. I sat up abruptly and was greeted by a painful piercing in
my chest, causing me to sink back into the hospital bed like a
wounded dog.
“Oh, she’s awake,” a voice from the doorway
broke me away from my daydream-like state and I glanced up. A man
in a long white coat and a stethoscope slung around his neck
smiled at me. He pushed up his glasses as he stepped aside,
allowing room for my father to enter in.
He looked the same as always, with his chestnut brown hair
highlighted slightly by a little gray to his dark eyes that were
now creased with worry. He rushed over and I could see the slight
stubble that lined his cheeks.
“Erin, honey, are you alright?” His tone was
exchanged for something soft, and his hand touched mine. I wanted
to rip away from his grasp but I was too weak to move.
“I…” My voice was strained and raspy from the
lack of use. It hurt to even speak.
“She’s doing a lot better than when she
arrived,” the doctor noted, tugging at his stethoscope.
“W-what happened?” Where am I?” I hated how I
sounded so helpless, so confused. I sounded like your typical
soap opera character who just woke up from a twenty year
coma.
“Your flight crashed on the way to Oregon. You were carried
off by a huge storm—you guys landed in the Pacific
Ocean!” My dad sounded hysterical. If I wasn’t so
shaken up still, I would’ve been right alongside him. It
just sounded so unreal. At one point I was just watching the
clouds, flying from Alberta, Canada to Oregon, and then suddenly
I’m sitting here in this hospital bed.
“You were rescued though, by a young man… the medics
reported that he carried you and himself to the shores of
California. That’s when a helicopter was sent in and flew
you over here.” The doctor folded his arms across his
chest. I perked up at the mentioning of a young man.
“Who?” I sat up again, wincing at the pain and
letting out a gasp and a choke. Hands were on me in an instant,
and they guided me back to the pillows.
“Please, take it easy, you’re recovering. You nearly
drowned, and you’re still marked for respiratory
issues.” The doctor’s voice was injected with concern
and my father almost shrieked in horror at the words
‘respiratory issues’.
“Who? Who helped me?” I pressed further, ignoring
them both of a second. “I-I don’t recall his name, as
he wasn’t my patient. I heard that he checked out earlier
though, if that helps—I… listen, Erin, I think you
just need some more rest.” I closed my mouth after that,
noticing how he was trying to juggle both my father and I.
I simply obeyed and laid back, resting my head against the bleach
smelling cushions. My doctor gave me a pat on the hand and I
received a kiss on the temple from my father. They left the room
without another word to me, instead throwing sentences rapidly
back and forth at each other. There was no use in pushing any
further, so I huddle down into my blanket and tried to convince
myself that I was tired.
Eventually it worked, and my eyelids drooped while my head began
to fill with that sudden cloudiness of sleep. In the few moments
of any consciousness, I saw a figure enter my room. It stood by
the door and slowly made its way towards my bed. Its hands
gripped on metal siding and I watched its knuckles turn white. I
squinted at its face, blinking, unable to withstand the weight
upon my eyes.
“Who?” I managed to slur my unanswered question
again, before going under the realm of sleep.
AUTHOR'S
NOTE:
hi guys. so a lot of you lovely people seemed to like my
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