Cold Fury [DISCONTINUED]

7. I Hate Morphine

I woke up to a beeping sound. Everything else was quiet. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. My vision was slightly blurry, but it was clear enough. I looked around. It looked like I was in a hospital room. Everything was white, except for my blanket, which was green. I tried to lift my head up, but then I felt groggy. What had happened? I couldn't remember...

Oh yes! I fell, slipping on water which I didn't realise I had spilt. Classic Dan. I looked around again. I was alone in the room. There were some tubes sticking out of me, connected to some kind of machine. Was it that bad? Wow. Never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad to be alive. Ya. ME. I'M glad to ALIVE. Times have changed.

I felt something on my head. I reached up to feel it, careful as to not to pull any tubes. It felt like cloth. Based on the situation, it might be a bandage.

I stayed awake for a while, but soon got bored. My hands automatically went to the side of the bed, searching for my phone on the bedside table. But then I remembered that I'm not at home, and my phone isn't here, either. Great. I'm gonna die of boredom, and the doctors can't do anything.

Since there was nothing to do, I slept again. Like always.

-*******-

My eyes flew open, and this time I wasn't alone. There were two people talking...two men. I looked at the foot of my bed, and I saw Phil and a person in a white lab coat talking. Maybe the doctor.

"...how long?"
"We need him to be here for a couple more days."
"Alright."

The doctor walked out. Phil turned to look at me, and his eyes widened. He tumbled towards my bedside, and there was a huge smile on his bed.
"Dan, you're awake! I was so scared! How are you?" He asked me.
He looked really cute when he's worried. And I'm touched that he actually worries about me.

I thought about playing a prank on him. I looked at him with a confused look.
"Who're you?"
He was shocked. "It's me," said Phil. "It's me, Phil!"
"Who's Phil? Never hear of him."
His jaw hit the floor. I laughed.
"I'm just kidding, you spork. I don't have amnesia!"
He seemed to be really pissed, now. "I don't know about amnesia, but you almost gave me a heart attack!" I laughed more. And then, he joined me too.

"Really, though, how are you?" Phil asked.
"Fine...I guess."
"The doctor said you'll be here for another couple of days."
"Wow. It can't get more boring than that. I don't even have my phone. And who's gonna take care of your childish butt?"
"Hey!"
I smiled.
"How long have I been here?"
"Two days."

A phone started ringing. It was Phil's. He reached out to his pocket and answered it. "Hey...why?...I can't come now...I really can't...fine, but make it quick." He hung up. "Hey, Dan, I...uhh...I gotta go. I'll be back in a while," he said, rushing to the door.
"Wait!" I shouted, as loud as I could with my condition. He stopped and turned around.
"Who was it?"
Wh...where?"
"On the phone."
"It was...just a friend," he said, with a dreamy smile on my face. "I'll be back, Dan, don't worry."

But I did worry. He's suddenly off to go meet a 'friend' he never mentioned, didn't even tell his/her name. He didn't even tell me where he's going. How am I supposed to not worry? And that reminded me of you guys. Did Phil tell everyone what happened? I hope he did. I don't want people to think that I've vanished from the face of this planet and settled in Mars or something.

After a while of waiting for Phil to come back (he didn't come back), a doctor came in saying it's time to rest. What? Again? But he gave me morphine before I could protest. At first, I didn't feel anything, but later, my head started paining violently, then I started feeling tired, and I once again went to sleep.