2. Abandoned Doll (II) by Sarae

Chapter 9

Bill's P.O.V.

It was so brutal.

First, I felt a bothering shiver, so weak that I was barely aware it was my own body. It was like a quick shot of adrenaline after an intense emotion caused for some stimulus. Then, a shock that pierced my chest, leaving me breathless. A merciless jolt, so brutal that for a moment I thought I might have ended up in hell and this was just one of all the punishments I would get during the eternity. It wasn't that way, though.

Suddenly, I opened my eyes, feeling so much pain that tears escaped my eyes. My back arched weakly and even before being aware that my pupils were fixed on something I already knew―a flat and white surface that blocked my vision from the dark sky into which I had drowned seconds ago―several pairs of hands hurried over me, holding my body and pushing it back down.

Stunned and still feeling asphyxiated, I shook my head a little, a strong pain in my chest slaughtering me inside. When I lifted my gaze a little, I started to recognize some things: bodies that rushed around me, relieved and worried voices―some of them even desperate. The people were wearing white coats. A man, with a plastic card hanging from his clothes, pulled two metal paddles out of my sight, rubbing them together and placing them on top of a metallic surface near him. I leaned forward, trying to stand up, but some hands held me by the neck and put a mask on my face roughly, fitting it well. When I turned around, or rather tried to, I saw the hands of a woman carrying a dark-red bag in which I clearly read '0 negative'. She hung it from a bar beside me and I watched, absent-minded, how the reddish liquid flowed through a transparent tube which was connected to... my arm.

A needle was piercing it without mercy; it was attached to my arm by a piece of adhesive tape. Some disgusting pads were suck to my body, connected to cables which ends were tied to a machine where a strange yellow line moved up and down. An insistent whistle echoed in the whole room: beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep...

My eyes wandered around the place in confusion until they focused back on the needle piercing my arm... and then, beyond, on the place where I felt a slight strain due to the heavy bandage that another woman was wrapping around my wrist, squeezing tightly. I watched how the doctor that had held the metal paddles, tossed a bunch of worn-out and bloodstained sheets into a small bin and then turned to me, looking at me with curiosity.

"He's stable again, doctor." I heard a girl's feminine and soft voice at my left.

"I can see that. Oh my god, how much blood did he lose? His heart stopped for more than a minute."

"Yes, he was almost gone. Poor boy!"

"Who brought him here?"

"His father, or stepfather. It seems like he found him when he was still conscious, just after cutting himself, but he could do nothing to stop him. However, we should talk to him. His mother is outside too, with his cousins or friends, I don't know."

"We have to take him to the intensive care unit. What worries me the most is the time his brain spent without oxygen."

"He's conscious, doctor." The man in the white coat turned to see me. He leaned over a little, staring at me.

"What's his name?" He asked.

"Bill. Bill Kaulitz, doctor."

"Hi, Bill. How are you?" It was a bit difficult for me to realize the man was talking to me. "Can you talk? Do you understand what I say?"

"Uhm..." that was the only thing I could utter. My mouth felt numb. I couldn't feel my lips and my tongue moved awkwardly inside my mouth. "Ngh..."

"The lack of oxygen might have affected him enough to cause him some brain injury?"