Fractured Heartstrings

Ch. 27

William's POV

I slowly flutter my eyes open due to the crazy amount of pain rumbling in my Ming. It feels as if someone is rapidly banging a fist on my head, and boy this isn't a time where I can properly fight back. My ears are ringing from the sound of alarms, beeping, and mumbles of silent taking, slowly building up annoyance in me.

My eyesight is blurred and is slowly recovering. As soon as I completely open my eyes, I'm blinded from the bright set of lights. I sign and reason with the fact my eyes are agreeing with the sight of light.

"Good evening," a feminine voice says in an unfamiliar cheerful tone.

It wasn't only pain swirling in my mind but additional ingredients of confusion now, too. I felt my emotions stir with frustration as I was not quite capable to open my eyes due to the burning light. Similarly, it's like when I wake and decide to turn on the television, waiting for ten minutes to pass until my eyes adjust.

"May I ask what time it is, or what day, at least?" I ponder a handful of questions, only reasoning to ask the major ones.

"It's Tuesday, hun," she answers instantly.

I crease my forehead and shut my eyes closed, tossing my head back onto the bed. Too many thoughts ran in my mind as I searched for answers, I was left in the dark and cornered in a dead end.

"Sorry but where am I, and who are you?" I speak aloud with my eyes remaining closed.

I hear her giggle, "the hospital, silly. I'm Karen, I've been watching you since you were rushed here by an elderly couple. "

My body flinches upward and eyes finally shoot open. I must look crazy - and if it wasn't for the pounding headache, I would've suspected I was in a mental hospital. I rub my forehead and exhale a deep sign while mumbling, "why am I here?"

My heart beat races and I assume my blood turns cold. There's blurs of memories replaying in my mind, everything is too fast for me to catch up on. I jerk my head upward and plainly stare up at the dotted ceiling. The bright lights burn my adjusting eyes and an image of a truck's headlights flash through my mind.

"You were in an awful car accident, dear. You were extremely intoxicated, it was shocking how your body kept up with you. Eventually your body failed - and for some time we thought it would remain that way. It wasn't just this though, you were having odd hallucinations," Karen explained. As the words passed through me, I simply watched her hand curve and smoothly glide as she marked down things on the clipboard in her hand.

How she knew of this shocked me, but what I was capable did not. I recall being presently acknowledged that I shouldn't have been going out, let alone driving.

"W-was she there?-please tell me she was the hallucination," I cry. She must know who it is I am referring to, otherwise she wouldn't have peeked her eyes up from her clipboard with a sympathetic shimmer.

The room becomes silent until I'm able to hear Karen sign. I catch a glimpse of her bow then shake her head. "Sweetheart, she's in horrible condition," she says barely above a whisper.

"Stay here William," she tells me before running off to another patient. I notice she left her clipboard on the counter - risky move Karen, I think to myself. With that clipboard, I felt if I could get my hands on it - I could rule the world and solve many of my mysteries.

With everything running through my mind - either being bits and pieces of memory, assumptions of Alyssa, or even every question that follows, I needed to do something. I was willing to act against Karen's orders and snatch her Dora clipboard too.