It was bright. Brighter than bright. It was a blinding white light. Where was it coming from?
It moved away. Okay?
"Good! She's awake." I heard someone mumble.
Where am I? I heard somebody pounding on something. I tried to turn so I could see who it was, but someone brought the light back.
I threw my arms over my eyes. "Stop! Hurts." I coughed.
The person nodded. He wrote down some words on a clipboard. Judging by his lab coat, he was either a doctor or a scientist. I'm going to say doctor. Its less scary, in a way.
There was more pounding now. On glass?
There was something in my arm. IV?
I was somewhere. Hospital?
I had no idea. Anything that happened in the past 24 hours, gone. Couldn't remeber a thing.
I do remember the fire. Being sent to the hospital in America. Having needles jabbed into me. And then there the dark. Nothing but dark. There's some noises too, but I couldn't never really pick them out.
The pounding continued.
"Would you tell that man to stop pounding on the glass! The patient is in distress." the doctor snapped.
I saw the nurse. She went out side to tell Brice- Brice! He was here?
"Let him in." I whispered.
"But your in-" the doctor began.
"Yeah, because of that stupid light. Let him in." I interrupted.
The man sighed, moved the light away, and signaled for the nurse to let Brice come in.
He was at my side almost immediately. He couldn't touch me. The doctor was even hesitant to let him speak. He though his voice would 'cause me harm' or something like that. I don't know. He was a strange man. With an oddly familiar accent. If I knew him I would be able to tell because his mask was covering most of his face.
Brice looked me up and down. He took in my burns, messy hair, missing hair, and pained eyes. The sight of me brought tears to his eyes.
"Whats wrong?" I asked. I was tempted to reach out and touch his face, but the doctor had the strict no touching rule. Psycho.
"You hurt! Your-" Brice choked up at the end, breaking of into quite sobs.
"Shh, shh. I'm fine." I tried.
"Fine? Your not fine! You almost died. You did die! For two minutes." he almost yelled.
I died? I was dead? Not now obviously. But dead? Why did the psycho doctor not tell me I was dead when I woke up. He's an idiot that's why.
"Okay, I think you need to go now." the doc declared.
Brice mad no protest. He stood solemnly and trudged out the door the nurse was holding open.
"I love y-" I called. The door slammed before I could finish.
"I was dead. Why was I not told that I was dead? Don't you think I should know that I was dead?" I snapped.
"I didn't want to cause you any stress." He answered simply.
I didn't want to cause you any stress?
What is it with this guy and not causing me stuff?
"Well, you caused me more stress in the end." I retorted.
He just stared at the window where Brice stood waiting. The nurse flicked the blinds closed.
Why did this psycho doctor seem so familiar?
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Fate
RomanceWhen 18 year old Jace Morgan decides to press her luck one dreadful Halloween night, her life takes a turn for the worse. She is chased by gangs, almost killed, and falls in love with her handsome savior, Brice Baylock. Together they try tirelessly...