When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Sixty

will

I opened my eyes, and immediately I was blinded by the white room in which I was laying.

I looked to my left to see multiple machines with many wires and buttons.

All connected to me.

To my right was a sleeping boy with a tear stained face, "J-Jordan?" I stuttered out breathlessly, barely audible.

He was asleep sitting in a hard chair with his head on my hospital bed. His hand was clutching mine.

I cleared my throat and got ready to try again, "Jordan?" I asked again, this time louder.

He stirred awake and locked eyes with me. He blinked a few times to try and focus and to see if he was dreaming. When he realised he wasn't dreaming, he sprung up. "WILL!" he exclaimed, tears trickling down his face.

He ran into the hall to tell the doctor I was awake, "DOC!" he screamed, "DOC, IT'S WILL! HE'S AWAKE!" he started crying tears of joy, "HE'S FINALLY AWAKE!"

An old lady looked as though she might cry as she watched Jordan run excitedly through the halls. "Congratulations!" she cried as a tear made its way down her cheek.

"THANK YOU!" he yelled and gave her a hug, "THANK YOU SO MUCH!"

Jordan returned a few moments later and immediately grabbed my hand again, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

I smiled weakly at him, "Hey, Jor." I mumbled happily. I tried to sit up a little bit, but when I tried to move I was met with excruciating pain in my back and stomach. I winced and I slumped back down. Not today, I suppose.

"Can I ask you a question?" I sighed as he sat back down, still holding my hand.

He nodded, "Anything."

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back before meeting his gaze once again. I took a deep breath, "What happened to me?" I whispered.