Cold Hearted

Cold Hearted (page five)

i see.. a bright light. everything is over. i didn't think i would go out this way, but here i am. laying on the floor of my office. no wonder edson didn't want to work on damien. he's to dangerous at the moment. i hold my chest, my grip getting weaker and weaker as i start to faint. its all over. maybe i deserved this.. 

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i suddenly JOLT out of my sleep, wheezing and looking around the room. my vison was blurry and it was hard to tell where i was. hearing the sound of a heart monitor i'm guessing i am in a hospital room of sorts. "dear?! oh my god you're okay!" my wife's voice was heard after i had looked around slightly. i couldn't see her, though i felt her hug me softly. i hadn't spoken yet, still a bit confused and shocked. my voice was a bit scratchy but i said in a soft tone "y-yeah I'm; I'm fine." she started to cry, holding me tighter. i hesitate but hug her back, slowly running my hand through her hair. "could.. you get my glasses please? i'm afraid i don't know exactly where i am right now." she perked up, almost like she had forgotten i wear glasses. "oh, of course" i sit up a bit more comfortably as she grabs my glasses off of the nightstand, handing them to me. i put them on and blink a couple times, letting my eyes focus. i was in a hospital bed.. this must be the medical room connected to the building i work at. my legs were covered with a light blue sheet, and the room was quite empty. i looked at the window to see the sun setting, the sky was a dark shade of pink and orange, fading into a deep blue. i pause for a second. it, was early morning when i headed to work. "how long have i been out?"i asked as i looked at my wife with a confused but worried expression. "uhm.. i would say a couple hours. why?" i sigh in distress, putting my hands on my face. i didn't get to work on damien as much as i wanted to. damn it cant i do one thing right. "are you alright hun?" she put her hand on my shoulder as i look up at her. "yes, yes of course, just a bit frustrated." i say in a dim tone. she nods and smiles at me.. she looked really happy to see me, but also so sad. i don't get it, but still i smile back. as i inhale i feel the bandages tighten around my chest. the ice. that's what happened. my smile slightly faded thinking about what had occurred this morning. my wife softly puts her hand on the side of my face and kisses me. a bit surprised but i wasn't complaining. i kissed her back, placing one of my hands on the back of her head gently. after a moment we pulled away a bit. she smiled, her eyes staring into mine. her light green eyes shimmered in the light, like precious jewels under the sun.  i smiled back at her pulling away fully. i pull the sheets off and sit up straight, moving my legs off the bed. she held my arm and squeezed slightly. "don't. you are not able to stand right now dear." she sounded worried, but i brushed it off. it couldn't be, i was only asleep for a small period. i glance at her before sighing and brushing her hand off my arm, setting my hands on the rails "miles! stop. you're going to fall!" i shake my head and place my feet on the ground. my legs shake and tremble beneath me as i begin to walk, but immediately stop in my tracks realizing there was a bandage on my leg. did i fall and hurt my leg somehow?? i only remember having a wound on my upper body. i look at alisa concerned. she was staring down at her hands as she softly sat back down in her chair. "i told you not to get up." she mumbled. she sounded quite irritated at the fact i did not listen to her. "what happened..?"