Bloody hell, what is that noise?
Beep...beep...beep...
Could someone please shut that off?
That noise.
So annoying.
Did something die inside of my mouth?
"Rebecca? Can you hear me?"
Of course I can hear you, idiot. Can you get me my toothbrush?
"Rebecca, wiggle your fingers if you can hear me!"
Why in god's name do I need to--
I can't move my fingers.
What the fuck?
"Anything?" a new voice chimed in.
"No. Nothing. I could swear I saw her move," the first idiot said.
"Okay, well there's someone down the hall that needs you that's not in a coma. Maybe you should just crack on."
A coma? Oh...my...god.
Her insides caught fire and she vibrated with rage, screaming at the top of her lungs that she was, in fact coherent and wanted to be heard. Her body, however, had other plans.
Move, Rebecca.
You must move.
Anything.
A finger. Move the finger.
Fire the synapses.
Elevate the heart rate.
Suddenly, the fibers of her hospital blanket felt like sandpaper rubbing her skin. The IV in her arm felt like a leech, sucking the life out of her and the pillow she rested on was surely made of cinder block, by her estimation.
Beep-beep-beep-beep
That's right, beat faster.
Synapses. Fire the synapses.
Rebecca, WAKE UP!
"WAKE UP!" she screamed aloud as she shot up from her cinder-block pillow like she'd been electrified. She flung the sandpaper blanket off of herself and jumped out of bed, immediately crumpling to the floor in a heap. She looked around, stunned to find that she was in a hospital room, all alone.
"Hello?!" she bellowed. "Anybody?"
Seconds later the two idiots returned, only they weren't idiots at all. They were ICU nurses, and she recognized them from a class they'd been in together way back when she started at Uni. They rushed to her aide, lifted her into bed and got her settled again.
"Do you know where you are?" the first nurse asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Uh. The hospital," Rebecca said, stunned.
"And do you know your name?"
"Rebecca Thomson. I work downstairs. Forensics."
"Great. Rebecca, do you know why you've been hospitalized?"
That question took a little more thinking. She tried her best to recall the last thing she remembered.
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Chemistry
FanfictionWhen Rebecca Thomson agrees to fill in at her brother's shop on a wet Friday night, she's completely unprepared for one of her favourite actors to show up, let alone ask her out for breakfast the next day. When he stands her up, she's hurt but deter...
