Frequencies [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

May 27th '2

You know that cliché chapter opening where the main character wakes up with no recollection of where he or she is, but all these machines are beeping and then suddenly, they see a loved one sitting in a chair or something and they realise they're in a hospital? As much as I hated to say this, when I woke up, it was exactly like that.

There was this vague moment where I  remembered opening my eyes in the ambulance, three men doing all sorts of things, pressing all sorts of meters to the inside of my arm, working six different machines, the bumps beneath the wheels of the van and Sophine, holding my hand and chanting, 'It'll be alright, it'll be okay." When I woke up after that though, it was fairly quiet. Sure, there were some beeps and swishes here and there, but compared to the bumpy ride I barely remembered, it was amazing.

I didn't feel as amazing when I tried to sit up.

My head was spinning like crazy and I could feel these short little stabs of pain hitting behind my left eye. Raising my hand - bloody hell, why were they working now and not before? - I could feel a big band aid on the side of my forehead, but I couldn't see or feel any other clear signs of bandage or casts.

In the corner of the room, Luke stirred in his chair. He was covered in both his own leather jacket and some kind of weird blanket, seemingly fast asleep. It really wasn't as weird, seeing as the clock on the wall and the light outside told me that it was only 6 AM. Bloody hell, had I been out all day and night?

There was a half-eaten sandwich on a mobile table an arm length away and, ignoring the pain in my head, I reached over and pulled it closer, tearing it to pieces and starting to throw them at Luke's face.

Soon enough, one hit him hard enough and he slowly blinked awake. It took a second, but as soon as he took sight of my sitting form, he was up and standing by the side of my bed, eyes full of relief. "Bec, you're awake."

I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm sitting here moving and talking but actually, I'm still unconcious."

"Please don't make fun of it." He said, voice soft, reaching out to grip my chin to study both sides of my face. "How's your head feeling? You hit it pretty hard."

"It hurts, duh." I replied defensively, batting his hand away. I didn't like him looking at me like that, like I was some pitiful wounded puppy. "I just... what exactly happened, Luke? It was so weird."

Luke frowned. "You fell. You stumbled and hit your head."

I shook my head slowly, ignoring the pain it caused. "No, I didn't just stumble, it was more than that. I couldn't move, it was like my whole body blocked-"

The door opened with a sweep, a man with a long white coat walking in, eyes trained on the clipboard in his hands. When he looked up, he gently smiled. "Miss Fray, good to see you awake. I believe I just past your sister by the cafeteria."

Luke absentmindedly nodded. "She was getting coffee."

The doctor stepped up next to my bed. "Let me introduce myself first; my name is Dr. Stephen Johnson, but you may call me whatever you like. I've been assigned to your case because I'm a researching doctor and the hospital believes due to certain bodily reactions that there might be more to what happened yesterday than just a bad fall."

I cast Luke a look that said 'I told you so," but felt my heart sink at the same time. It wouldn't be something serious, would it? I voiced that thought. "What do you think it is then? Is it bad."

"We can't say that with any certainty yet. We have our ideas, but we would like to do a CT and an MRI scan first, if you're fine with that?" He didn't look worried or something, but from all I'd heard about doctors, that wasn't really something you could rely on.