"Wh-" My statement was quickly interrupted by the certain person's grip only getting tighter.
I fought away from their grip the best that I could, when I felt something penetrate inside of my next. Long, claw like fingernails went up and into the skin and tissue in my neck. This led to it quickly filling up with blood and the figure releasing me to the ground. I coughed harshly, only bringing immense pain to my entire esophagus. I had to get up and go to a hospital. I wasn't going to survive long like this and that was simply basic knowledge, with that I raced from my place of which I was standing currently.
I ran around looking as I ran, I was actually unsure for once of all the things around in my very own hometown. It all seemed unfamiliar to me with no explanation. I shook my head, things going fuzzy in front of my eyes and I couldn't find it in my power to focus on anything. I saw a small rectangularly fat building painted extremely bright white, which my mind quickly came together like puzzle pieces that it made the most sense to be a hospital building. I ran up to the door and forced them open with all my might.
I sprinted up to the front desk when the lady looked up at me and yelled for help immediately. People started flooding out and rushing me onto a hospital cart and running me into the nearest emergency help room to solve the issue with my neck. I can't very well remember what happened next, however. I was on some kind of hospital drugs to make sure I was knocked out the whole time, for all I know they could've changed my gender and I wouldn't have known at the time.
Until I woke up, I could hear the heart monitor next to me recording my heartbeat which sped up when I woke up, and I tried to sit up. A nurse at my bedside quickly ushered me back to lay down in which I obliged. I looked around my surroundings, not feeling anything around my throat area. I could hear the nurse mention something about visiting hour starting soon, but I don't imagine who would visit if they didn't have any of my personal numbers to notify that I was in the hospital right now.
Then I realized, I do think I was carrying my phone on me so they must've just gotten it out of my pocket so that nothing would happen to it or so that it wouldn't get lost. I think most of it was because I would probably try to play silly phone games and rage, that probably wouldn't be too good for my heartbeat I would imagine. I heaved a sigh and looked over to the clock, thinking over all of the contacts that I had listed on my phone. I had of course my mother and father's cell phone numbers but only my dad's home phone.
I had no other contacts that I had currently stored on my phone at the time. I didn't have any friends that I considered close enough to go onto my contacts list, neither did I have a significant other at the moment to put in my contacts either. I glanced to the door, to see Jenna walk in through the door. My heart monitor actually stopped for a few seconds because I was awestruck. I was definitely dreaming, wasn't I. I took in a big breath of air through my nose to find nothing meet it. I was dreaming.
I reached up to my neck, going to poke it to see if the pain from that would wake me. Then a nurse quickly approached and swatted my hand away, she smelled of strawberry air freshener. I tilted my head, blinking a few times in Jenna's direction, watching him slowly turn into my dad. It must've been the stupid hospital drugs messing with me, or something was messing with me again. At this point I wasn't too sure if anything was actually real or not, but when was that not common for me at this point?
I attempted to move, heeding yet another warning from the nurse that stood nearby my hospital bed. I licked my lips, wondering how the heck they treated my neck. I could've sworn I was dead, maybe I already was. If I was actually dead, how long I been dead? Are all these people that I've been seeing dead? I don't know why I was thinking about this but somehow it slowly started to make sense. Barely seeing any people around town, but why in the world were my parents here then, if that was the case? Last time I remembered, yesterday; they weren't dead.
Maybe I wasn't dead and I was jumping to conclusions. Yes, I was simply paranoid on weird hospital drugs that would cost my parents a fortune and my operation probably costed a pretty penny too. It hit me just how much this all would cost for them just because I so happened to be attacked in an alleyway. I think that's where I was attacked at least, my memory of recent happenings are getting quite blurry so I wouldn't credit myself on that. Why was I in that alley way again, did I think it would just be an awesome idea?
Hopefully my neck will heal quickly so that no one will have to pay for my medicines and healing time for too long. I could hear the nurse and my father murmuring for a while when I could hear mentions of time periods. I think she might've dead for a full on recovery of my neck, it would take at least a full year or two years as the best estimate. Over that time I would have to be constantly taking medicine to keep my throat from not collapsing on itself and making an effort not to work too hard.
"You're so lucky I'm your parent." My father said to me while filling out a check for the hospital.
