The Boy with Emerald Eyes #Wattys2016

Chapter One

Red and blue lights were blurred and swirling around like a tornado. Muffled sounds of sirens coming from the distance. My vision tried to focus, but I kept closing my eyes due to the pain in my body. The pain was irritating, it felt like someone slashed me with a knife. The roaring of the engine was loud, my ears rang annoyingly. The crying of a woman was devastating, who was she? I feel someone's hand rubbing up my neck feeling for a pulse, "she's alive," as he shout in content. "We're going to saw off the door to get her out. It's okay, she's gonna be fine! Jim, get the saw!" A memory of bird; small strokes of a pencil on paper made me feel at ease. A piece of metal hitting a stretched string, the notes sounded familiar as if I recently listened to it.

Moments later, the sound of machinery striking metal interrupted the vision. Seconds later or I thought, bright lights were flashing rapidly. People were fiddling with my body, sticking IVs into my arm, and placing a mask over my face. They were blabbing medical terminology to each other, I couldn't understand to what they were saying. My heart started to race like a thoroughbred on the Kentucky Derby track. My vision blurred again as I start to lose consciousness. A continuous beep played on the machine, the nurse grabbed a defibrillator, he cut off my shirt and bra. He placed the defibrillator on my chest, the defibrillator charged, then sent a wave of electricity through my body. The machine started to beep a rhythm; finally stabilizing me.

My mother sobbed as she brushed my hair back behind my ear. She kissed my forehead then my dad held her. Jackie, my little sister, looked at me blankly. "Is she going to be okay?" She said to mom. Mom wiped her tears off her face and blew her nose into a napkin. "Yes...she's fine..she's going to be okay." She wrapped her arm around Jackie, hugging her. My dad grabbed my lifeless hand and held on to it tightly. The doctor walked in with a folder in his hands. "Mr. and Mrs. Joseph, her tests came back, she might lose her memory due to the head injury, she's in a light coma right now, shell possibly wake up in a couple of hours. We'll call you when she wakes up." My parents looked at him and nodded. "Okay, that'll be okay. Is it okay we leave?" My father asked. "Uh..yes that's fine," the doctor said as he flipped through the file.

And I was alone in the cold room. Nurses came to check on my vitals from time to time. They stick an IV into my arm filling me up with fluids. It was late, I wake up from my coma, thinking that I was just taking a nap. I pull the IV out of my arm, and detach the wires from my body. I throw my legs slowly over the edge of the bed, place my feet on the floor and stand up. It was all sudden, I fell to the ground hurting my elbow. Pulling myself from the ground, I grab nearby objects to hold. It's been awhile since I walked.

Making my way down the corridor, I see a nurse sitting at the desk. I walk up to the desk and asked where I was. She gasped, "I'll take you back to your room, I'll call the doctor." The nurse took me back to my room, and laid me in my hospital bed, raised up the bed, and turned on the television. She then proceeded to leave the room. How long have I been here? Flowers on the nightstand to my left were fresh. On the television was on a Freeform airing some talk show. I looked outside the window, it was dark, I could tell I was on the higher stories of the hospital because I could see the street being lit up by lights. Some cars would stop at the light until it changed. Moments later, a man with a clipboard, "Hello, Ms. Joseph, I'm Dr. Smith, and I'm the midnight doctor at Versailles Hospital and Rehabilitation Center. Do you remember your name?" I hesitated at his question.  

"I don't remember my name?" I asked Dr. Smith. "Your name is Allie Joseph, you go to college as a sophomore at Greenwood University. You're nineteen years old, your mother is Winnie Joseph and father is Ron Joseph, also you have a little sister named Jackie Joseph. I think they mentioned a boyfriend, Leiden, Brandon, something like that. He hasn't visited you yet. I will call your parents in the morning that you've woken up." He paused for a moment, checking his clipboard. "And the nurse is going to check on your vitals. And I'll be back later. Goodnight Ms. Joseph." As he stood for a moment, I answered him back calmly, "Thank you, goodnight." 

A few minutes later, a nurse walked in, it was different one, not the same one from the same desk. She was pulling a cart with a computer on it and medical supplies. "Hi Allie, finally awake I see. You've only been in a coma for about five days now." Five days? It feels longer than that. Being inside my head for long time, not knowing I was unconscious. I kept quiet, and thought longer to myself. "Allie? I asked you question," the nurse said after interrupting my thoughts. "Oh, I'm sorry, I got lost in my thoughts," I reply softly. "I asked, how you're doing? Most people that wake up from being coma are usually freaking out because they don't remember what happened," she paused. "Some patients tell me that they heard voices before they woke up.  Telling them that it's okay to let go, or to keep fighting, and it's not their time. Did you have any experiences from that?" All I remember that it was dark, no voices, no out of body sequences. Nothing. "No, I don't remember, it was just blank," I responded to her question. "Hold let me take your blood pressure. Breathe in and out regular then take big breaths for me to check your heart and lungs." She placed wrap around my arm, with a press of a button. The wrap tighten, then loosen, then tight again. After that she told me to left my shirt so she can place the stethoscope on my chest and back and not be weird out. "All good, you can go back to sleep, and I'll be back later or another nurse will," she said after putting her hands into her jacket. "Thank you," I said causally. "Alright goodnight," she said cheerfully and left the room. The room was vacant and cold again. I turned over on my left side and stared out the window. The roads were still lit by the street lamps. I could see the moon from here. Tonight it was bright, and big, it shined light into my room, and in the flower vase. I was thinking to myself for about 10 minutes now, I yawned for an extended moment of time. I slowly closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep.