Anarchy - Phan

Chapter 6

My eyelids ache as I strain to open them. I realise I'm subconsciously looking for Phil but I don't see him. Instead I see unfamiliar faces and panic rises within me as I slip into darkness once more.

I hear voices talking and I hear someone saying, "slowly, Dan. You don't want to strain your eyes too much." I follow suit and open my eyes slowly, getting used to the brightness. I realise I'm in a hospital room and everything looks bland and bare and... unfamiliar. I look around trying to find anything that I can recognise and I find nothing.

The doctor comes over, checking over me. "Well, Dan we'll let you wake up a bit before talking." And he leaves.

I sit there just thinking about everything that has happened. I remember everything clearly and my mind goes to Phil. What happened to him? Is he here too? How long have I been here? I notice my breath quickening and make an effort to breathe and calm down.

The doctor walks back in and sits down next to me. "So, Dan, do you remember what happened?"

"Yes. I do." I reply, my voice shaking as I remember. The doctor stares at me, clearly waiting for me to elaborate. "I was in a car accident." I say slowly. "With Phil. Is he okay?"

"He's okay, much better actually. But Dan, luckily the damage isn't too bad considering how Phil described the accident. You've come out lucky. You have a few broken ribs, your leg will be in a cast for a while because it's broken and your head suffered some mild injuries but don't worry, those will heal and should, hopefully, leave no permanent damage and you will be free to go home in about a week while we just do some testing." The doctor says with a smile. "And don't worry. Phil is fine and he's doing well. He'll be free to go home very soon. We've contacted your mother and she should be here soon." He looks confused as to why she isn't here already but I don't expect anything else from mum. A forced smile appears on my face, something I'm very used to doing.

The doctor leaves after a while and suddenly I'm aware of how thirsty I am. I turn to the table beside me where there is a glass of water; my phone, the screen slightly cracked and my flower crown. After practically inhaling the water down, I decide to browse tumblr for a bit. Soon I start getting hungry and, as if she can read my mind, my nurse brings me some food. It's a light meal of soup and some bread with water to go along and I'm disappointed but then again, what was I expecting.

Luckily my charger is here and so I don't get too bored. The doctor comes in several times in the day and talks to me about mum. I tell him she's away for work and that she is probably too busy to check her phone. I wonder when it became so easy for me to continuously lie, a trait that I can't help but be slightly proud of. I feel tired and decide to go to sleep quite early that night, the medication leaving me exhausted.

I wake up and the light inside the room is blinding. The fact that I've never been a morning person is very well expressed when nurses and the doctor come to talk to me about how I'm feeling. I reply with the usual. Yes, I'm okay. Yes, I'm sure it was an accident. But then the doctor says something and I feel a lump in my throat as I try to come up with an answer, my thoughts suddenly failing me.

"In the reports that came back, it showed some older injuries. Is there anything that happened before the accident that wasn't properly taken care of?"

My mind buzzed with nerves and I could feel the doctor's eyes boring into me. This wasn't a question. It was a fact. He already knew that something had happened and it was no use trying to convince him otherwise.