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Jack's POV
Darkness, I am engulfed. I feel light, I feel free, I feel safe, I feel...good. I'm submerged in ink black water. I want to sink. Deeper. Deeper still.
Suddenly, I'm pushed forth, toward the surface of this pool of bliss. I gasp, inhaling the darkness. As I emerge, I cough the black liquid from my lungs. No. No! I want to go back under! I continue to rise, up out of the water, farther and farther upward in this black abyss. Is my time not up? Am I meant to return? I have a feeling this is how it must be. I cease squirming and gracefully let what ever happens happen.
"He's waking up!" A nurse gasped. I pay no attention to her. As soon as my eyes are in focus I begin to remember what happened with Mark and how I got in a car accident. I groan, my throat is so dry. I can't speak. "Don't strain yourself hon. Here, some water." The sweet looking woman gently handed me a little plastic cup of water. I chugged the whole thing.
"More." I managed a word,
"Right away." The nurse disappears behind the curtain that surrounded my bed. I decide to close my eyes while I wait.
I awaken to a needle being stuck in my arm by a large woman. My eyes wide. Immediate confusion. I forgot where I was,
"Woah! Hey! Whatcha doin there?" I ask, giggling nervously. She looks at me with a bored expression,
"Uh, drawing blood?" She asks, sarcastically. I look away and roll my eyes. Okay, why so rude? A man with a stethoscope around his neck and a white gown on, waltzes into my curtain with a clipboard.
"Jack McLaughlin?" Doctor asks.
"That's me." I say hesitantly.
"Well nice to meet you Jack." He was a lot nicer than the nurse currently drawing my blood. "I'm Dr. Wilmot. I've been your main doctor during your stay." He grins. I smile sheepishly. The large woman who was drawing my blood begins packing up her stuff and removing the needle from my thin arm. I sigh in relief. The doctor snickers,
"She can be kind of mean, huh?" I laugh,
"Hah, yeah. I figured I was the only one who noticed since she... still works here." I scratch the back of my neck. "Anyways, how bad were my injuries? When can I discharge?" I ask picking at the dead skin on my thumbs. The doctor looks back down at his clipboard,
"Hmmm... Well considering you were hit by a car, you were pretty heavily injured..." He flips around his clipboard, "You should be able to leave in about a week." He said, looking at me apologetically. I sighed. Great I have to stay here a week. I'll be totally trapped...
"W-what about my parents? Were they notified about this?" I asked, expecting an upsetting answer.
"Yes they have, but um..." Dr. Wilmot seems to zone out for a second, "Um, they haven't visited yet." I just nodded. I knew it....
A few days later...
It had been three days since I was admitted to this hospital. My parents had visited me a couple times between work. It was surprising since they rarely even talk to me at home. Mark still hadn't visited which confused me. Maybe only family is allowed? Maybe he doesn't want to be suspicious or found out? Or maybe his precious wife-to-be is keeping him occupied... These thoughts aren't helping.
Last day
It was my last day at the hospital and Mark still hadn't visited. I was surprisingly disappointed... even though he hurt me so bad.
"W-Where's my boyfriend?" I asked with a deep morning voice. The nurse attending to me looked at me confused,
"What are you talking about sweetie?" She tilted her head to the side like a confused puppy.
"Well he must have taken me in..." I whisper to myself.
"Pardon?" She asks, not hearing me.
"U-um, who took me in after the accident?" I ask sitting up. I'm immediately struck by dizziness. The nurse helps me up right.
"Sir, a man at the crime scene brought you in." I smiled. Wait... what? I need to assess the situation. How long have I been out..?
"Excuse me ma'am," I called to the nurse again, "What's the date?" She looks at me surprised,
"Oh um," She checks her clipboard, "Its September 1st, 2019." I gasp,
"WHAT?!" My thoughts were moving a mile a minute, "H-how is that possible? Is she messing with me? I cant possibly be back seven years ago? It's 2026!" I'm arguing with myself when I'm snapped out of it by the nurse,
"Honey, what are you on about?" She grabs my shoulder gently and looks into my eyes, concerned.
"Oh u-uh nothing..." This is so bazaar what is going on? I decide to figure this out later. It is my last day after all... "Excuse me, today is my discharge right?" I double check. The nurse smiles brightly,
"Yup! Are you excited to go home?" She asks excitedly. Uhh. I look at her a moment, caught off guard by her weird demeanor,
"Yes, I am. It's been nice knowing you guys but no offense," I move closer to her to whisper, "your food is garbage." I lean back in bed again. She just laughs,
"I know right? Anyways, I wish you the best of luck. This is my last shift so I wont see you again before discharge. I wish you the best Jack. Don't get hit by anymore cars." She says, trying to keep a straight face. I grin wildly at her.
Its about 4:30pm now. Discharge time. My parents waltz into my room to gather me and take me home finally. My mom looks at me guiltily,
"Hey Jacky... How are you feeling, love?" She asks looking back at be from the passenger seat of my dads Toyota. I smile. I'm not used to this treatment but I like it...
"I'm feeling a lot better mom, thank you. Um, H-how are you guys doing?" I ask nervously not knowing really how to talk to them. My mother giggles awkwardly,
"We're doing alright baby. Just worry about yourself alright? Oh, that reminds me. Dr. Wilmot prescribed you some pain killers." She handed me a prescription back with a bottle inside. I smile,
"Thanks mama." I see her look down at her lap,
"Of course sweets. I'm your mother after all." She laughs with a sad expression. My eyebrows cross in worry. She probably feels guilty... She sniffles and wipes her nose with her sleeve, "Anyways, Doc says to take them every morning before class." I nod. I feel nice inside. Like they care, or at least my mother does. My dad is so focused on the road. I think I can do it right this time...
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