UNTITLED || chapter - 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.
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