Seven Days

DAY SIX MORNING

DAY SIX MORNING

People were crowding me. But my eyesight was somehow distorted. I couldn't see them clearly. Shadows over shadows befell on me. I could hear them. Voices shouting and screaming. But I couldn't understand everything. They towered over me like I was some exhibition on display.

"Yes... send an ambulance...."

"... you catch them?"

"They run...there..."

"Hey, kid, are you okay?"

A voice came clearer than anyone else. I could see a person knelt down beside me. Maybe because he was so near that was why I could understand him. But still–his face looked blurry.

He raised a hand towards my face and waved. I frowned at him. He gave me a chuckle.

"You must find me bothersome but bear with me, okay?" he stated and my frown deepened. "It seems like you're still conscious enough. Can I touch you?"

I opened my mouth but no voice came out. Instead, a sharp pain flashed through my head at the action. I gasped, raising my hand instinctively to cup the hurting part.

Sticky warmth greeted my palm. With a shaking arm, I adjusted it so that I could see my hand. It was bloodied. My eyes widened as a sound left my mouth. But it was one I couldn't recognize.

"Hey, hey," the man calmly hushed. "It's okay. I have first aid knowledge and someone already called an ambulance. I'm touching you now, okay? Tell me if it hurts,"

I saw his hands reach for my wound. I winced in pain at his every touch. His eyes looked grim. But when he saw that I was staring at him he smiled as the dark look in his eyes vanished.

"You're going to be fine," he assured me. "But there are shards in your head and I'm not equipped to remove them. For now, I'll just make sure you are not hurt anywhere else,"

I nodded but I grimaced. He reminded me to stay still.

"Is any other part of you hurting?" he asked as he took my wrist and started checking my pulse, timing it with his watch.

"...no," I managed to croak out. "It's... Just... Just my head. But I... I feel sleepy..."

"No, don't," the kind man exclaimed before he caught himself and cleared his throat. "Don't sleep. Talk to me so that you don't fall asleep. So, do you know the ones who did this to you?"

I shook my head. "...no. But, uh, I think we... Go to the same school,"

He gave me a smile. "That's good information. Are you in any club then?"

I felt my eyelids getting heavier but a series of snapping sounds brought me back. I saw the man snapping his fingers right in front of me. I gave him a weak smile.

"I'm... in archery...," I drooled the answer out, finding it harder and harder to keep my focus.

Out of the whispering voices, I heard the sound of a siren coming in closer. New shadows surrounded me as the kind man who kept me company explained everything to them.

As they were loading me onto a stretcher, I felt everything fall into darkness.

I opened my eyes once more as I was being wheeled into the familiar white walls of the hospital.

"Good, she's conscious," a man wearing a lab coat stated. He took a pen light out of his pocket. "Can you follow the light, please?"

I did as he told and he seemed satisfied. They continued to talk. They continued to speak to me but my mind couldn't fully process what it was they were talking about. Soon, I fell unconscious once more.