Human After All. (Motionless In White Fan-Fic)

August 2nd, 2013/ Chapter 9

My eyelids felt heavy, as if I was asleep for a long time. Although it wasn't like I was actually aware of how much time had passed since I blacked out. For all I knew I could have been out cold for as long as a week and not have realized it, or it could have been as little as five minutes.

But as my senses slowly came back, I realized I was laying on something soft. So it was definitely longer than my five minute theory. I blinked open my eyes and immediately regretted it.

I was inside an ambulance. Fan-fucking-tastic. "Can we not go to the hospital?" I muttered, my lips and throat felt dry.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sheppard, but we're just pulling up and it would be best to have a doctor look at you." A young looking paramedic was over me. Fuck me. I groaned inwardly. I thought at least they would keep me at the medical tent, away from the bloody hospital. I groaned and closed my eyes again, unconsciousness taking over again.

"Do you think he's going to be okay?"

"Yes, he should be fine. He's pretty dehydrated, and he's going to have a very bad headache when he wakes up again."

"Is there a chance of a concussion?" Michelle? I thought.

"Minimal at best. He should be fine, just needs to take it easy for the next couple of days."

"Thank you, Doctor."

"No problem, I'll check back later when he wakes up." I heard the shuffling of two pairs of feet, and the opening and closing of a door.

Was I alone? I wondered briefly. I was scared too open my eyes, I hated hospitals with a passion. My head gave a dull throb, as if reminding me why I was here in the first place.

I heard clamoring outside and a few raised voices. I really hope thats not here for me. The door opened, and I opened my eyes slightly and it got louder.

Fuck, that is here for me. I felt myself deflate, closing my eyes yet again.

"Now, you guys have to behave if you're going to be here." I heard Michelles voice again. I heard several voices, only two of them I recognized through the clamor of 'yes ma'ams' they all gave Michelle. One was Andy, only because he likes to talk a little too loud sometimes. And the other was Chris.

"Brodie, call me when he wakes up. So I can come here and tell him that either Roy or myself will be driving his RV to New York tomorrow." I heard Brodie mumble a yes.

Shuffling was clamoring my ears, while I assumed everyone was finding a place to sit down or stand, the door opened and shut again, leaving me to believe that Michelle had gone. I did not want any part in opening my eyes now, knowing that I had an audience. So I laid back and listened.

Everyone was quiet for the first little while, and I was about to speak, hoping to scare the shit out of them. It's not like I was dying, just dehydrated, sheesh. But then I heard Andy speak up, his voice slightly echoing in the quiet room.

"So, does anyone want to fill in how he got so messed up?" There was accusation in his voice. "Because I overheard the doctor saying he was extremely dehydrated, and possibly could have a concussion, oh and along with the fact he was close to having a heat stroke. And that Michelle just figured out that he didn't take any kind of break today."

I heard 'hmm's and coughs, as if this was an actual topic of conversation they had before they got in here.

"I saw him start swaying a little, before that guy threw the bottle at his head. It looks like he didn't stop even after David told him too go too the medical tent after the bottle too the head." I heard Brodies input.