Don't Sleep In Room 13

Chapter 11: How Did I Get Here Part 1

Randall was gaining back his consciousness, his eyes still foggy but clearing up, and his body, slowly allowing him to move again. Things seemed different, and not a good different. He started to panic. The walls looked like that of a hospital, there were intravenous tubes stuck inside him and he was wearing a patients blouse — the kind that open up at the back when you go in for surgery, exposing your bare ass, or need I say, your secrets, your dignity.
When the feeling came back into Randalls body, without hesitation he ripped those intravenous tubes out.
"I don't need these. Who brought me here?" Randall tried to yell but no luck because his throat was dry from the tube he just yanked out of there.  The machines were beeping uncontrollably because they were no longer getting any read outs, as far as the hospital could tell he just flatlined.

With all of his strength he shimmied himself to the edge of the bed —which rolled a bit every time he tried to thrust himself closer. His legs got far enough off the bed to try and lift himself up and the moment a tiny bit of weight put pressure on his numb tingly legs, they gave out and Randall met face with the marble floor that smelt of bleach and ammonia and once again phased out for a moment.
The sounds of high heels clacking on the marble floor seemingly got closer to Randall  as he helplessly laid on the cold hard floor. In his view was the steel feet of the bed frame and the reflection of the glossed over floor — must of been freshly polished as they do their daily routine in these types of places.

A pair of black Louboutin high heels clacked their way toward Randalls face — though he couldn't make out who it was, as the glossy floor only reflected up the woman's skirt. He saw everything under there as expected and he had a good long view. He was on the floor for quite a while, trying to press the emergency help button with no luck at all. His body was no better than paralyzed from the amount of sedatives that were in his system by now.
Every sound in the room was muffled as if his ears were severely plugged, it was almost as if Randall were dreaming.

The woman standing over Randall called for backup, though she didn't look like a nurse at all. She was dressed in sexy business attire — all black, skirt and blazer.

"Mr. Kane is awake and on the floor, all hands on deck in room thirteen." A nurse said down the hallway.

"Three of us are on our way." Another nurse said.

Four nurses rushed into the room, each one grabbing a limb and on the count of three, they lifted Randall back onto his bed.

"Where am I? Where am I?" Randall said frantically trying to make them lose grip of him.

Two of the nurses held down each arm and another nurse administered a needle. "This should help him stay calm and make him feel comfortable without being too much in space." A nurse said.

"Thanks you so much, I'll try and keep him under control." The woman in black said.

"If you have any issues don't hesitate to page us over the intercom right above his bed there." The nurse said as she and the others left the room.

Randalls nervous system settles after the drugs were administered and he began to feel himself, things seemed more clear and his faded memory started to come back.

"I know you, where do I know you from?" Said Randall

"Keep trying, you know me very well, it'l come to you eventually." Said the Woman in black
"I don't remember you dressing like this, you.. you're the girl."
"The girl?"
"Yeah, you're the girl from bookstore." Randall checked his pockets and the only belongings he could reach on his end table. "I have you're card somewhere."
"Okay who am I than?"
"I met you at the bookstore, you came for the book signing in fleet, your Junebug. How could I forget that beautiful smile."
"How did I get here Junebug, What happened to me? You sent me to the Motel Rouge, said it was the most haunted place in Fleet and would make a hell of a good story."
"Randall, that day at the bookstore was thirty years ago, you brought me there, I was 8 years old"
"That's impossible"
"Looks, I wanted to get a book signed like everyone else, so you let me pretend to be fan, I handed you the book and you signed it, the card I gave you said —Love you, your biggest fan Junebug— That's all it had on it. You wreaked of booze, you were half in the bag before we got to the bookstore, it's no wonder you didn't remember it. I don't think you remember much of those days. I'm your daughter Randall. I'm just all grown up now."