The Attack: Seashell Island

Chapter Sixteen

The soft beep of something... it echoed in my head and then slowly and softly the beep became clearer and louder.

"Okay I think he's coming to," a voice yelled, but it sounded so faint and soft.

My eyelids felt like lead as I slowly opened them and looked around. The room wasn't too small, but I felt claustrophobic. The walls were painted a dull grey and there were sand coloured curtains that hung by the windows. I was lying in a strange white bed, with metal bars surrounding it. That's when I noticed the beep. The machine was situated above my head and a cord ran from it to me, straight into my chest.

"Hello Seth," said a voice.

My eyes adjusted and a man in a white coat walked through the door.

"Where am I?" I asked my voice sounded scratched.

"How are you feeling?" the man ignored my question.

"Sore," I croaked.

"Do you remember a lot, or nothing," he questioned.

"Of what?" I rasped.

"Alright, I'll give you a few minutes only it might help bring back those memories," the man left the room.

Then it all came back to me, the spots then the swirl, less spots then dizziness, the gunpowder exploding underneath the water, the escape, the pirates and everything else. Though I don't know why I remembered it backwards.

Then I remembered Maddie, what happened and Monica was she okay?

I was over come with fear as I imagined their fate. Wait where was I?

Where was my mum? Would she be okay? As I started to become lost in a world of endless possibilities, the man who I had seen before walked back into the room.

"Seth, how are you feeling now?" he asked.

"Good, I think I've remembered everything, but I don't remember where I am and how I got here?" I say.

"After the rescue squad found you, Maddie and some other girl you called Monica in the life boat, you had already passed out with bad sunstroke," the man explained. The man had dark red almost brown hair, the hair was cut very short and her had brown eyes. He wasn't exactly what you would call thin, but he wasn't too overweight either. He wore a checked formal shirt and blue jeans, with the white doctors coat over the top.

"But where am I?" I asked my head was spinning desperately searching through my memories to find the answer.

"We can't tell you for your own protection," he frowned.

"Why?"

"Because there are pirates still on the island, they have everyone on extreme guard, we were just able to get you here, they can't know where you are." the man explained.

"And what about Monica and Madeline?" I cried out.

"Calm down, if you speak to loudly you'll pass out again from stress. You need to recover slowly," the man soothed.

"Then where are they?" I sobbed quietly giving in.

"We were able to get Monica, but she is badly injured," he said.

"And Maddie?" I gasped.

"She's better than Monica but worse than you were," the man sighed.

"Can I see her?" I asked.

"When you're feeling better," he answered.

"I'm feeling fine,"

"But you're not"