P.O.V Pete
The moment I tried to open my eyes I was blinded by way too many bright lights. I could hear a slow beeping noise, that sounded like it was really far away. My eyesight was too blurry for me to make out where the hell I was. I really felt like shit, but somehow I felt less bad than before.
After a while my vision became normal again. I noticed that I was laying on what looked like a hospital bed, completely white and very sterile. My arm was in a cast and I was wearing different clothes than I had been wearing before. My dirty sweatpants and tank top had been exchanged for a pair of pyjama pants and a warm, cozy sweater. I wasn't happy with the fact that my clothes had been changed while I was asleep, but I finally felt warm for the first time in a week, so I let it slide this once.
A type of wire, what I assumed was an IV drip, was sticking out of my arm. The wire was attached to a bag, hanging from a pole next to me. The rest of the room also looked very sterile. Only a bed, a dresser and a TV were present in the room, all white. The darker grey walls were the only thing that made the room where I was currently in, not completely look like a hospital.
On the dresser next to me stood a bottle of water. I desperately wanted to have a drink, but there was no way for me to open it. My left arm hurt way too much to even lift, let alone twist a bottle cap. I would have to wait until someone would enter the room. Don't get me wrong, I still want to get out of here, but currently I felt quite drowsy, like my body had been pumped full with the heaviest type of painkillers. Maybe that even was the case, because I had not been chained to the bed. The person responsible for this, assumably Vegas, must have been very certain that I would not be able to leave the bed.
After a while I finally felt the strength to sit upright in the bed, my arm stinging in the process. My head spun, but it wasn't as bad as it has been the week before. All in all, I felt better than I could have imagined after I woke up. I felt scared though, as for what Vegas would do when he found out I was awake.
After a while someone who looked like a doctor entered the room. He looked quite shocked to see me awake. 'Oh! You're awake! How are feeling? Do you want a drink? Something to eat? You have been out for two full days, I was starting to get worried! Oh, I am so happy you woke up! I need to tell this to sir Vegas, or Nop, or both. You know, Nop has been checking up on you for the last two days. And even sir Vegas came to visit. Can you imagine that?! Vegas himself came here! It is such an honour to he-'
The man came to a stop abruptly, cutting off his rant. I had no idea what to respond to this. Why, just why was this man so hyper. He quickly walked my way and touched my forehead. 'Sorry for that. My name is Chan and I have been taking care of you. I am very relieved that you have awoken. How are you feeling? And please drink something.' He opened the bottle and gave it to me. I happily drank almost the full bottle in a matter of seconds. 'I think I feel okay. I am tired though.'
He nodded to me. 'That is very normal, Pete. You fainted because your body shut itself down. You are very lucky that we got you to the infirmary as fast as we did. I am not trying to be mean when I say this, but you have to eat more. You are severely malnourished. If you keep this up you will surely faint again. It is dangerous, you know?'
Chan looked at me with a lot a pity in his eyes. Suddenly I felt guilty. My eating habits were the reason that I had fainted. That Chan was worried for me, even if he didn't know me. The reason that Nop had been looking after me for the last two days. Before I could wallow in self-pity the door shot open, slamming against the wall next to it. Standing in the opening, was a tired looking Nop. 'Pete! Thank God you are awake!'
Nop almost ran to me and the next thing I know, he was sitting on a chair next to the bed I was in. I was a little bit afraid he was going to get angry with me, but I could only see relief in his eyes, not anger. He wouldn't hurt me, I was sure of it. Even when I did hurt him, not even three days ago. My suspicions were confirmed when he spoke again. 'I was so worried you wouldn't wake up! After you fainted you looked so pale, it was almost like you were already dead...'
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Words to live by --VegasPete
Fanfic- What if Pete never went to work for the mafia as a bodyguard, but he chose to be a bartender instead. - One evening, on the way home from work, Pete witnesses a person being shot by a few men hidden away in an alleyway. He tries to run and hide...
