Dead and Grey *dark*

A You Problem

I don't think anyone's been able to silence me in my whole life.

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The first thing I feel as my eyes flutter open is a small hand resting around my wrist. Small, dainty fingers twitch in their sleep. I follow the appendage to its owner and see Sam slumped over in a hospital chair. Her hair creates a barrier between her and I; a few strands of her blonde locks float away from her relaxed face with every heavy breath she takes. I don't want to interrupt her sleep.

Slight flashes of puking and passing out makes me cringe. Especially knowing other people saw me like that.

The only light in my room is a small lamp on the right side of me. It emits a dim, yellow light, casting a shadow of my figure to my left side. The large wooden door to my left is cracked slightly, quiet lights send a thin stream of white through the yellow glow.

A repetitive beeping draws my attention and I realize they have me set up to a heart monitor.

Why?

I take this moment to observe myself. Several wires sprout from my gown, little sticky circles are attached to my chest, taking notes of my heart rate and breathing.

With my free hand I reach under my shirt to detach them. The feeling of being hooked up to a machine makes me claustrophobic. I quickly stop however; a small, sharp pain sticks into my forearm. When I look down I notice an IV has been placed, distributing a clear liquid into my veins.

"This is so extra," I mumble to myself and remove the tape and needle from my skin before continuing with the wires on my chest.

"That's what I said, but they insisted." The deep, calm voice startles me, causing me to rip off the last sticker. I wince slightly at the unexpected tear of skin, but quickly still myself so I don't wake Sam. Theo's voice is beginning to sound familiar, I don't have to look up to know it's him.

"I would have thought you left already," I reply back at a shy volume, "also, maybe announce yourself next time." I roll my eyes up at him. He stands tall, leaning against the frame of the now half-opened door. The light cascades around him, leaving his face in darkness. I can only make out the prominent features of him like his jaw, and the bridge of his nose. His eyes seem to shine like always though, piercing right through me.

His arms cross over his chest, the lighting making his toned forearms much more noticeable.

"Wanted to make sure you were fine first," he begins and looks to his right. The notion causes a chuckle to escape me. My nimble fingers find the seam of the thick hospital blanket and I play with a loose thread.

"I don't know why. I was just exhausted. I'm fine." I give him a small smile when his eyes reconnect with mine. Every time he looks at me I feel trapped in that moment, his eyes are so cold, it's like I freeze as soon as I look at them.

"Yeah, I figured you were tired after the thirteenth hour of you being knocked out," he states, causing my eyes to flicker wider.

Thirteen hours?

"How long have I been out?" I slowly slide my hand from Sams grasp, careful not to disturb her.

"I think it's nearing the fifteen hour mark." He checks an old, silver watch on his wrist. At his response I swing my legs over the left edge of the bed and quickly begin to stand up. Too quickly, I find, as I lose my balance. My right arm is fast to catch my weight as my body threatens to crash down onto the bed. My gown sways slightly. It's too big for my body. Im just lucky it's one of the ones that button all the way down. I don't need Theo seeing my goods.