Back Talk

Ch9: Blackout x2

My eyes fluttered open to the smell of anestheptics and AXE. Beck was leaning over me and waving his hand in front of my face, his deep brown eyes were filled with worry and fear. I was laying on a cot again and my head hurt like none other. I sat up and started coughing and wheezing.

"Am I in the hospital- again?" I asked

"I'm afraid so." He smile as he ran circles into back with his muscular hand.

"So this makes 2 times I've passed out in front of you." I said holding up 2 fingers

"Yeah, that sounds about right," he chuckled

"Oh God! Thank goodness your up!" Iris ran over from behind her fancy white table that had assortment of -what can only be described as instruments of torture- and rushed over by my side.

 I made a low grunt as she tried to search my head for bruises. "Sorry," she mumbled

"How long have I been out?" I asked

"3 years, and boy have got something to tell you! Donald Trump is the new president and now everyone is forced to shave their head so his toupee doesn't look that bad." Beck said trying very hard to stay serious

"Oh, and Wales rule all of Africa now." Iris added.

"That's rediculous!" I smiled playfully pumching Beck's shoulder "-Donald Trup would never be elected president"

"True." Beck laughed

"Seriously though what happened?" Iris asked "When I came back you were on the floor and Beck was kneeling over you."

I held my head as a sharp lighting-bolt of pain surged through my fourhead. "I guess I must've just passed out. Am I gunna have brain damage? Because I don't think I can take another day of this."

Beck kept rubbing my back and Iris wheeled over a chair that had been next to her desk earlier. She sat down in it and faced me.

This couldn't be good.

"I believe your brain may be trying to shut down, all the physical and emotional depression you endured while you were living with Chet and Shannon." Iris said, her brown eyes filled with sadness.

"My brain is trying to commit suicide?" I asked confused.

She smiled a little then returned to normal "In a sence yes."

"Ok so then what?" I asked suddenly afraid for my life. I ran my fingers through my deep brown hair I wasn't sure I would ever get used to as my pulsed rised.

"Well first we have to give you a cat scan..."

"Woa! Woa, woa. I don't do good with small places I already told you that remember?"

"Yeah but I'm afraid it's unavoiable. And we need to do this now," She stood from her chair and held out her hand for me to take.

I looked up at her warrily, I don't think I can do this. I shook my head 'no'. Beck stood with her to and took me by the arm and forced me up.

"Do you want to die right after you escape?" He asked harshley taking my hand and handing it off to Iris.

I shook my head 'no' again and stared at my bare feet that felt cool and refreshed against the cool white tile. It reminded me of Walmart. I felt the moment that I escaped from Chet come rushing at me. I remembered how satisfactory it was when I rushed out through those sliding glass doors, the wind rushing through my hair.

I could do this.

I nodded my head at her as she led me to a room that was just as white and pearly as the other one. It was like taking a tour of the inside of Emma Stone's teeth.

There weren't very many other patients here but I could tell this place meant buisness. The long hallways were filled with doors that lead to other rooms, some operating rooms and others purely meant for check-ups

I spotted the giant circular tube thing and froze in my tracks. Beck, who was walking beside me, stopped too and took my hand. I know this was suppost to make me feel better but really it just made me more nervous. Did Beck like me? Like- as in the stuff we read about in Romeo and Juliet in 8th grade?

"You can do this." He whispered into my ear. His breath was warm and made me shudder from the minty smell that escaped with it.

He let go of my hand and Iris led me to the tube. My hand felt cold and naked without the warmth of his.

This is so weird.

I laid down on the bed that Iris helped me to. She patted me on the knee and pressed a big red button that started counting down from ten.

"What? Am I going to Mars?" I asked sarcastically, but I was so shaky I don't think it sounded quite that way.

Iris and Beck walked behind a wall with a huge window and she clicked off the lights. I watched as she clicked away at a computer and a creepy blue glow eminated over her and Beck's faces. The bed whirred to life and I was wheeled into the tube until only my feet poked out on the other side. I broke out into a cold sweat and I whished I could be anywhere but here.

I big red light clicked on and it circled around my head. I wondered it that was my brain trying to kill me, or if it was part of the scan.

I really wished it was the second one.

I laid in there for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was probably only around 10 minutes.

The lights clicked back on and the bed started to wheel me back out. It was like escaping all over again. When I got out Beck and Iris were waiting outside for me. I sat up and gave Iris a big hug.

"Am I gunna be OK Doc?" I asked close to tears.

"Yeah," she pulled away and looked at me "It's just a small abraision and should heal over a couple of monthes."

"Oh thank God." I felt myself felling my mothers presence like I always did when I felt safe.

"Your going to be OK." Beck told me, snatching me away from Iris and wrapped me in a big hug. He was warm and comfy, like I always though guys felt when you hugged them. I though to myself that this was probably the first time a guy ever hugged me- ever.

It was nice.

((GAAAAAAH! I'm back!!! after taking an (unannounced) break all summer, im ready to start this back up again! to everyone who has kept with this story and is as exited as i am to start this up again!!!

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I would also suggest re-reading the story, I added a couple important changes... Ive coupled together some chapters so now instead of 15 there's 9.

Oh! and also ive never really had a cat-scan and i dont really know what all the mumbo jumbo in the medical feild so im pretty sure im WAAAAY off on the whole head injury thing, but hey, you want fiction here it is))