Rtc Chatfic-ish (nischa)

Chapter 48

It was all a blur at first.

the voices surrounding him; it was blackness with traces of red occasionally sneaking through when he managed to bring himself to squint through his tired eyes.

He can only vaguely remember the rushes around the room and the silence as the heart rate monitor made its first beep.

he was alive?

he couldn't move.

Noel was stuck in his body, his subconscious screaming at him to move or get help, but his body simply refused to comply.

"He's alive!" Someone, presumably a doctor, shouted rushing over, as their footsteps echoed across the hard sounding floor.

there was a rustle of hushed voices crowding him and he felt their presence lingering over him; as if they were trying to wait for a reaction. he still looked unconscious, but they were still unaware to his current hypersensitivity. he felt all of the hot air in the room stick to his skin as it pressed the drapes he had been forced into against his will.

shit, if he was in hospital, he was screwed. how would he pay the bills for it? oh my god, his mum was gonna kill him.

The room went silent suddenly.

Did he just die?

The doctors frantically rustled again, seeming to be grabbing a concoction of machines and pinning them all to his body. He internally winced at the feeling of the needle piercing his skin.

his wrists were lifted by his side as they were wrapped in a soft bandage which felt soothing to the bloody skin.

he felt the pain from his old scars shoot back through him as his arms were coated in bandages and plasters of all sorts. The doors were heard shutting as noel took out a shaky, light breath of relief at the realisation that the doctors left.

It went silent, the only noise heard was the occasional beep from the many monitors attached to him.

his face looked blank as he clenched the muscles in his eyes tight, carefully then opening them. He stared blankly at the grey, concrete wall infront of him, not that he had many options when it came to looking.

his stare was meaningless, looking as if not a single thought ran behind his eyes.

but the thoughts running through his mind? they were ones of panic; despair. ones begging for him to try it again, others claiming its a miracle of him surviving.

he should have expected it. he never did anything right; not even fucking dying.

Noel Gruber; the worst boy in town.