"Ed please.."
" You're tearing this family apart..."
"I don't know if I can go on like this.."
"It's been weeks since The Accident.."
"Ed. Wake up. Please...
please."
*muffled sobs, white noise, murmuring, beeping*
what?
what.. what happened to me?
I feel so sore... I can't move...
I try to groan but my throat closes up and my lips, sealed shut by my own saliva, don't even twitch.
I can feel the familiar pull of gravity telling me that I am lying horizontal, however my brain is too foggy to feel the soft comfort of a duvet beneath me.
Everything hurts.
My memories of the past 24 hours - how long was I asleep for? has it been days? weeks? - come back slowly, like jigsaw pieces falling into place, however the expanse of fog clings to my mind stubbornly. There was a car - my car? - driving along going fast ( too fast), the sound of beer bottles rattling together a noise playing in the back of my head over and over again, a record player stuck in one spot.. an unheeded warning forever protesting my mistakes.
I start out of my thoughts as something warm brushes my shoulder, sending sparks down my spine. A hand? Within minutes the gentle, almost soothing touch has become a harsh shake, sending waves of numbed agony through my body and breaking my tranquility like a glass shatter in the silence of the night.
I try to open my eyes, yet to do so feels as though a thousand hot sharp needles are stabbing my mind, and it was as if my very eyelids were replaced with heavy steel.
With more effort than what such a simple task should require, I finally squinted my eyes open and white light immediately flooding my vision, drowning out every other sense as I mentally reared back like a spooked horse and felt the stabbing sensation grow into daggers. The shaking paused however i didn't even register it, too caught up in the light flooding all corners of my thoughts.
It felt like hours, but was probably only a few seconds, until the pain subsided back into a low throb and my vision cleared enough for me to be able to see the silhouette of a man's head blocking the harsh overhead white ceiling lights (where am I?).
Staring straight into the man's chocolate brown eyes, a shiver of electricity runs through me and I part my swollen lips in a silent gasp, memories and recognition hitting me like a freight train with such force that black spots embellished my vision
that night... the alcohol... the partying... the driving... the speedometer ticking up.. up... up... the car appearing in front of me too soon... too late... lying spread on the bonnet of my no doubt cracked and broken car... staring into the eyes of my assumed soon to be murderer... those cold.. unfeeling eyes...
Dwayne "the rock" Johnson.
