Bright.
Bright is all I can think right now. It's bright and it's cold. My eyes feel as if they have weights tied to my lashes as I try the open them. The light is just bright. There's no use to fight this heavy burden anymore. Just no use.
"Fay?.." A soft voice spoke while I drifted into nothingness. Is that my name? Are they calling for me?
"Fay..." the voice called again making me want to search for this voice and where it's coming from.
The weights on my eyes have been more or less lifted now the heavy ones are replaced with a much lighter one.
There are people surrounding me as my eyes slowly begin to open.
Who are they all I have no memory of anything right now and it's beginning to frustrate me. I realize I'm in a hospital after taking a moment to look around. While everyone is so busy asking me if I'm okay, I slide my fingers to where the remote control for the bed I'm laying on is. I take a quick glance to where my hand is so no one knows what I am doing, this way they won't be able to stop me.
I press the button. Several seconds after a nurse comes in the room and looks at me. All it took for her to realize what my problem was was for her to see my eyes.
"I need room here to take her blood for testing everyone please exit the room. Thank you!" She speaks in a soft but demanding tone.
I look at her mortified knowing that what she said was going to probably hurt. I'm not very fond of pain. She saw the look I gave her and after everyone was out she started shaking her head.
"I'm not going to hurt you I couldn't think of anything else to say without them arguing," she spoke then she started to laugh "they're a rowdy bunch".
"How come I can't remember anything?" I asked, my voice came out raspy slightly startling myself a bit.
"Well hun there's really no easy way to put this" I motioned for her to go on, "you have been in a plane accident and I guess something, we don't know what, hit your head at some point on the way down but now you have amnesia, and you have a broken arm and leg, plus some minor fractures in other bones. "
I look away from her and let all of this sink in and then I don't know why but my chest starts going up and down. In fast quick motions my chest keeps rising and falling. Out of the corner of my eye I see the nurse run out of the room realizing something is wrong.
Maybe she forgot to give another patient their medicine? I brush that thought out of my mind as soon as I see her rush back into the room with a few other nurses. One is injecting my arm with a clear liquid, another is holding my free arm rubbing it to sooth me. The last nurse is helping the first one by connecting the clear liquid to a water bag and setting it up with my heart monitor. Everything is moving so quickly but at the same time so very slowly and I just want it to end.
After a couple seconds my breathing comes to a slower pace than before and I can feel my eye lids become heavy once again.
The vast darkness is so demanding wanting me to go one way and then another. I don't know what to think anymore it's like I can't control it but I know at any second I can stop this and I can take control, that's the thing, I don't want to.
The strange feeling of something or someone being in control for me is oddly comforting. Can I lay here forever and feel like this everyday? Sadly that's not how things work all things must come to and end some time.
Creaking my eyes open slowly letting the light pour in little by little. I had forgotten how long this process actually takes. Finally my eyes are adjusted to bright light in the room. I look around to find nobody in my room.
This is my chance to get out of this Lysol infested place. Looking around I saw my IV and ripped it out. Feeling it slide out of my vein and the tip of the needle breach my outer layer of skin I let out a scream but muffled it by closing my mouth and biting my tongue. The monitor for my heart started release one long continuously beep hurrying up I find some kind of off button and press it. I stand up from my sitting position and lean on my non broken leg. I weakly limp over to the cabinet in the corner of the room. Opening it and finding what I need, "finally" I whisper, I balance myself on the pair of crutches.
The crutches I'm using creak with every move they make meaning they haven't been broken in yet. Also gathering what appears to be my clothes I slip them on over my casts and taking off my hospital gown. When I'm at the door of my room I crack it open and see if any one is looking as I make a break for it. Finally reaching the stairs I screech out to no one "this sucks!" Taking one step at a time, I carefully make my way down the stairs, but going down the last flight of stairs my legs, well leg, decides it needs a quick break but not telling my brain that.
I struggle to hold my screams of pain in as I tumble down the stairs. The hard cold unforgiving cement hits my back and in a quick motion I clench my teeth and arch my back in agony.
I lie there for a couple of minutes before attempting to get up. I turn over onto my stomach and place both of my palms on the ground leaning mostly on my okay arm. I lift my good leg where I'm now in crawling position while keeping my broken one extended. The breaths I breath are startled and filled with sobs almost choking on my own tears. Pushing off of the ground I grab the crutches and use them for support. Finally making it out of that stupid hospital I find the nearest pay phone, and call the number that my brain has been yelling at me to dial since I walked out of the doors.
