Beep.
Blackness. Pulling me under, slowly, slowly, deeper deeper.
Beep.
But I fight, I struggle. I push as hard as possible to get aboved the darkness, escape it. I won't let it take me.
Beep.
With every closing second, ticking away, breathing becomes more and more difficult. Time, slipping from my reach, everything slipping, falling. Out of my grasp.
Beep.
Jack. His face. His features; eyes, mouth, gorgeous hair. Jack, who I may be falling for, even though I have only known him for a couple of days. Dad, calm, happy, his trusting grin. Mum. Mum?
Beep.
No, not mum. Gran? Yes, Gran. Wait- why Gran?
Beep.
I started falling again. Jack, Dad, Gran- all a distant blurr now, slipping from me, escaping.
Beep.
I tried not to let go; I tried to scream. But I couldn't hold on. I was leaving, going far away.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I gasped, eyes open, wide awake. Bright lights blinded me, a continuous beep giving me a headache. I felt so drousy; so tired. My head felt all stuffed up and weird and- Jack? Dad? Dr Kopofa?
Then suddenly everything clicked in; it all came back to me in a rush. White as snow, dark ringed eyes, sleepy...
And then blackness.
"Oh god.." I muttered as I slowly sat up in bed, but only to be gently pushed down by Jack. I reluctantly gave in, and decided to enjoy the warmth the feel of his hand spread through me, making the cold hospital bed more comfortable. I blinked several times, still adjusting to the light, and squinting, I tried to make out my surroundings.
Yes, I was in a hospital bed, and the continuous beep that was giving me a headache was my own heart beat, wired up to the monitor. The thin bed was not at all comfortable, and it was hurting my back a little, but it was warm, and the least of my worries. There were big bouquets of flowers all over the room, and balloonss hung gracefully in every corner, all reading Get Well Soon. And Jack, Dr Kopofa, my dad and Gran, were all surrounding my bed, weary eyes on me.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," I said, putting on my best formal, English accent. "What up?" I then said in a less formal, more american rap star way. This earnt a laugh from Jack and Gran, who then got death stares from Dr Kopofa and Dad, who wore more concered looks on their faces. "No? Geez... tough crowd..." I muttered.
"What's up, is that this is no laughing matter," said Dan. This got a small smirk from Gran. Oh, I loved her so. She had a humor in even situations like this. What this situation was, I was yet to figure out though.
"Then what happened," I said in a more serious tone. I felt sort of scared, but also childish; the way Dan had spoken, annoyed me- as if I were some six year old.
"This was worse than a big one," he sighed, "It was way off the scale. Too far off to let it happen again. We nearly lost you, Stace," he actually looked worried, but there was still a hint of weariness too. There was more though, he was hiding it from me- I could tell.
"How long was I out?" I asked.
In return, they all exchanged nervous glances. "A week," Jack finally replied. I gasped. A whole week? No, impossible. This had never happened before. Never ever. Ever.
