I awoke ridged and under a light layer of sweat. Hair clung to my damp face as I swiped it from my field of vision. Looking around I saw I was in the same hospital room from before. But, I looked back to my night stand to see another playing card resting there, seemingly staring at me...
"Knock knock knock, room service" a raspy voice called from behind the shut door.
I hurriedly wiped my self down and got covered in my blankets again to hide the evidence of my nightmare before sweetly calling out, "come in".
The door slowly swept open, my eyes latched onto the familiar rugged hair atop a smirking face I'd become so well acquainted with.
"Not sorry to barge in, but you left something in my pocket when I carried you heroically back to your room." His smirk widened. "I never saw you as being much of the voodoo type."
In his hand was a card with a single star centered with strange symbols around it.
It was one from the old woman who read my fortune.
"Uh, where exactly did you find it?" I asked, slightly trembling.
"Like I said, it fell out of your pocket..." And with that he slipped the card on my night stand. I just barely noticed the lingering of his eyes on the card already there. Straightening himself, he moved towards the door in a strange, almost floating fashion. And then he was gone... And everything stood still.
Maybe it was just my mind but time seemed to stop, my eyes grew dull and I couldn't hear the ticking of any of the clocks or machines inside the room with me.
I reached out and grabbed the card that was apparently from the woman I saw only a few nights before. It seemed like years ago, and as I was staring down the commodity my gaze shifted ever so slightly to find my clothes from the accident ripped, but folded neatly on the chair across the room.
I laid back and felt a small knot behind my neck. Looking down I saw a hospital gown enveloping my body.
Mortified I realized I hadn't been wearing actual clothes the night I had been carried to my room.
I frantically searched to find any holes or bare flesh and fortunately found nothing.
My mind spun as I looked down and saw no pockets either. What he had said before he left played back in my mind...
"Like I said, It fell out of your pocket"
How could this card have fallen out of a pocket I didn't have? Why did he have a card from that old woman?
Without being able to put the pieces together my eyes slowly swam to meet my eyelids and I fell asleep.
