Someone Else's Eyes

Chapter One

Chapter One

I wake up to nothing. I’m not even sure I am awake… its not like I know if I was sleeping before or not. I have no memory except for this moment.

            I can’t see anything. Just empty blackness, like when your eyes are closed. Maybe they are closed. Who knows? I can’t hear anything specific, just a steady beeping. I think. It’s hard to tell. Maybe I’m dead.

            I shift slightly, and realize I can feel. There is something soft beneath me, and something light on top of me. I wonder if I’m in bed. I would probably remember, though. Maybe I went to a party last night and got wasted. That would explain why I can’t remember anything.

            I move around a bit, and bang my leg hard into something plastic next to the bed. Ouch. That’s painful. I guess I’m not dead.

            I hear something shift near me, and I stiffen. I open my mouth, and figure out how to shape a word.

“… He- hello?”  I mumble.

I hear a slight bang next to me, and then a small gasp. “Tiffany? You’re awake?”

So I guess I was asleep. That’s one step in the right direction. Wait- that voice sounds familiar. I immediately associate it with the word ‘Mom’.

“Um… yeah. Where am I?” That’s the first thing to come to my head.

Mom comes close and takes my hand, which I feel through a layer of cloth. Bandages?

“Oh, darling… you’re in a hospital. You don’t remember anything? Anything at all?” I hear her voice break slightly.

Oh no. Please let this not be like one of those dramatic teen fiction books.

“No?” I say it as a question. “Why am I in a hospital?” I probably did get wasted, then got in a car accident on the way home. Ok. That makes sense.

Mom takes a breath, and then says, “I’m going to get the doctor, to make sure you’re ok enough for me to tell you. You haven’t been awake in a while, after all.”

Uh oh. How long have I been asleep?

I hear the door open and a few pairs of feet shuffle inside.

“Hello, Tiffany. I’m Doctor John Smith. How are you feeling today?”

He sounds pretty young for a Doctor, maybe in his late twenties. He is also British, apparently. He has the accent.

I turn towards his voice and say irritably, “Hi, Doctor John. I am feeling very confused right now, as I am apparently in the hospital and cannot see.”

Doctor John gives a slight chuckle and mutters under his breath, presumably to my mom, “She’s been awake for five minutes and already being snarky. Good progress.”

 I groan and touch my head. There’s a wide band of gauze wrapped around my head, covering my eyes and the side of my head. That must be why I can’t see.

“So? Why am I here? It happened to me, after all. I deserve to know.”

Doctor John doesn’t answer and just walks closer to me and adjusts something near my bed. I instantly feel a heavy weight of drowsiness fall on my mind.

“I hate you.”  I murmur as a fall into a medicine provoked slumber.