Insomnia

Chapter 41

Cal's heart was beating fast. Everything was blurry and everything was muffled.

There were people all around him. Nurses running in and out of Rory's room. Cal didn't know what was going on. He was certain that nurses were talking to him, but he couldn't understand.

Cal suddenly realized what was going on. He tried to get out of the wheelchair, but nurses were holding him down. He started to get angry and tried to push them away. He felt more and more hands on him as they tried to hold him down.

The muffled voices were louder, but Cal's till couldn't understand. He cried out Rory's name, but he couldn't even hear himself.

Then Cal was sleepy. He looked around, but his vision was even blurrier than before, and it was getting darker. He didn't stop calling out his name, but his voice got drowsier and drowsier. He relaxed in his seat even though he didn't want to. His head suddenly felt so much heavier than before.

"Stop," he tried to tell somebody. No one was listening. Cal was being rolled somewhere, but he didn't know where. He tried to speak, but it was too hard to. He tried to move, but he was too tired. He eventually gave up and let his head roll back. He couldn't stay awake.

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Cal woke up in his own hospital room. His head hurt more than it's ever hurt. He clutched it and let out a groan. He could tell it was morning, because the sunlight was shining brightly in through his window. It took a while before actually opened his eyes.

He saw Nick. Nick was sleeping on the bench seat underneath the window. He looked just as tired as he was. Cal wondered if he left Trinity and Briar at home.

Cal then remembered what had happened the night before. He immediately jerked up in panic. His hand shot out to the white button, but he couldn't reach it. It hurt to much to stretch. He ended up knocking some things off of his table. This caused Nick to wake up.

"Cal?" Nick rubbed his eyes and stretched. Cal could hear multiple pops and cracks coming from his body.

"Nick?!" Cal called out. He looked for his wheelchair, but it was sitting away from him in the other side of the room. Damned nurses.

"Cal? You should really go back to sleep," Nick spoke in a drowsy tone. Cal got angry.

"Where Rory? What happened to him?" Nick quickly realized his friends distress.

"He's in surgery, Cal." Cal's stomach dropped.

"What?"

"He woke up. They called Bill since he's paying for him now, and they sent him straight into surgery." Cal threw his legs over the bed.

"For what? What are they doing?" Nick stopped Cal from standing up.

"Sit down, you don't need to injure yourself even more before getting your cast taken off." Cal knew Nick was right and pouted. "Everything is going to be fine, Cal. You just need to sit back and wait till they're out of surgery."

"What's the survival rate?" Cal whispered a

"Excuse me?"

"What's the survival rate?" Cal said a bit louder. Nick let out a huff of air through his nose.

"Cal..."

"Nick."

"30%." Cal felt his stomach drop once again. "But there are many factors that go into that. Calm down."

"This is so unfair." Cal rested his forehead on his hands. "He finally wakes up but has to go back under to actually survive? Why couldn't they have left him alone."