Let It Die

Let It Die - Chapter 2

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The annoying sound filled her ears. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

The overwhelming smell of antiseptics and medicine hit her and made her nose wrinkle.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

She felt her senses slowly coming back. She tried to open her eyes, but her head was spinning and her brain was seemingly numb.

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

Finally, after about fifteen minutes of painful anticipation and counting the ear-piercing beeps, she fluttered her eyelids and tried to make sense of her surroundings. First, the black dots clouded her vision. Then, she gradually started taking in the world around her.

 The room was bright, too bright. The walls around her were all white, with nothing, not even a poster, hanging on them. There was a small drawer pressed on the wall opposite her, a tray filled with multiple medicine and drugs lying on top of it.  A brown, single door was situated next to the drawer, it was closed. The room didn't have a window, creating a dark, depressive aura. She looked down on herself and realized she was on a bed, wrapped in white sheets like a butterfly in its cocoon. 

There was a thin, transparent tube connected to her inner arm, and a dark, red liquid was flowing through it. The tube was linked to a packet filled with the same fluid. Blood, she thought. The packet was hanging on a tall, metal pole. 

Next to the pole, there was a monitor. It was showing a crooked line, sometimes the line went up relatively higher, but most of the time it was dangerously low. This monitor was responsible for the beeps. 

Suddenly, the door opened and a man in a white doctor's coat walked in. 

"You're up," He sounded surprised, "We were all very worried about you."

Worried about me? Why? She thought. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

"What happened?" She asked, apprehension laced in her tone, "Why am I here?"

The doctor looked disappointed. Now that she looked at him better, she realized he wasn't bad looking, quite on the contrary, actually. He was taller than average, with short brown hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing a typical doctor's attire: black pants, light blue shirt and a white coat over it. He looked young to be a doctor.

"We're going to do a check up on you and then we'll tell you what we know." He answered.

She didn't understand what was going on, though she vaguely recalled dancing on the bench while the rain was pouring down on her. She remembered everything before, but nothing after. 

After numerous check-ups and blood tests, done by the doctor and a nurse in a blue uniform, they were finally done. 

The doctor went out of the room to get some papers for her to sign, so she was left alone with the nurse.

"Are you feeling alright?" The nurse asked, whose name turned out to be Melanie. 

"I'm fine, just a little bit tired," She said "Can you tell me what happened?"

Melanie gave her a half-smile.

"Sure," She said, "You were brought in unconscious yesterday night at about 3 A.M by a young man, who claimed you have been drinking pills and drowning them with Vodka. We did some check-ups and discovered Sominex sleeping pills in your blood. We did a blood transfusion and cleaned it from any type of drugs. You've slept through the night and only woke up now."

The nurse waited patiently as the girl tried to take in the information.

A young man? She thought. What the hell? But then she remembered a voice that told her not to fall asleep and someone trying to get her up form the ground. Had he been spying on me? How did he know I was drinking pills?

"Who was the guy that brought me here? She asked. 

"I don't know, he just told us what he knew and left soon after." Melanie replied. 

"We wanted to contact your parents or relatives but since no one knew your name and you didn't have your ID with you, we couldn't do it." Came the guilty voice of the doctor from the direction of the door. 

"It's okay, I'm eighteen." The girl answered. 

"Great, so you don't need anyone to sign these for you." He said, handing the girl various papers that were stapled together and a pen. "Just sign here" He told her, indicating the place where she had to sign. 

The girl took the pen and signed the paper. "Don't I have to pay anything?" She questioned to no one in particular.

"No," The doctor answered, "Don't worry about it, it's already covered."

"What do you mean? Who paid for me?" Her eyebrows were furrowed with confusion. 

"The man who brought you here, although he preferred to stay anonymous, so we don't know his name.   He covered all expenses for the next two days, because we weren't sure when you'd wake up." 

"Oh." She didn't know what else to say. Why would a total stranger pay for her hospital bill? "When can I go?" She asked.

"Right now if you're ready." Answered Melanie. "Do you want to make a phone call?"

"Yes, please."

Melanie handed her the phone. The girl started dialing an all too familiar number that she'd grown to remember over the years. 

"'Lo?" Came a chirpy voice from the other line. "Blaze speaking."

"Blaze? It's me. I'm at the Lebanon Hospital. Can you pick me up?"

 "I'm on it," That's what she liked about Blaze. She didn't question everything and was always there to help her. Just like she was always there to help Blaze. "Be there in ten." The line went dead.