Frequencies [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]

June 1st

The first thing that actually filtered through was this god awful Taylor Swift song playing on a bad stereo. I didn't even know what song it was, I just knew that it was terrible and sappy and that I definitely, definitely wasn't in heaven. There was no way that my heaven would consist of bad qualtiy music and horrible songs. 

With some difficulty, I managed to blink my eyes. It was half dark out, so it didn't quite hurt, but the crusts that had gathered did fall in, and so I reached up to wipe them away. My head felt weird, out of balance almost, as if something was missing.

I lightly shook my head, feeling my hair fall over my right shoulder. Only my right shoulder. I lifted my hand to touch the left side if my head, just above my ear. My fingers bristled short strands, and fabric, ragged and pulled tight around my head.

What the...

I yelped as a short, sharp pain stabbed into my skin, right where I'd pressed my fingers to the fabric. Instantly, something stirred on the left side of the room, a dark blur moving towards me. I couldn't quite see clearly, some sleepy haze in the way, so I couldn't be sure who or what it was.

"Bec, you're up!"

It was Luke. Wait, how could it be Luke? I was dead, wasn't I? I swear, if he had done something stupid and got himself killed too, I'd murder him myself. In the afterlife. I'd kill him so he would be dead in the afterlife.

"Luke, what?" My voice was barely a whisper, sounding and feeling painful in my throat.

"Shhh." He was close now, grabbing my hand. "I'll just call the nurse. Why don't you rest a bit more? You only just got out of surgery."

"Surgery?" I tried to sit up but Luke gently pushed me back. "What do you mean surgery?"

"Shhh," Luke said again. "Go to sleep Bec. I'll be still here when you wake up." He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

I didn't know whether it were the drugs running through my system or Luke's words, but I instantly drifted away, Luke still cradling my jaw.

***

When I woke up the second time, I felt much more awake. There was daylight filtering through the half closed curtains and I didn't feel quite as disoriented anymore. There was the soft, scratching sound of pages being turned. I slowly turned my head to find Luke confusedly looking down at his physics book.

"Do my eyes betray me or is Luke Ashton actually trying to study?"

Luke's head snapped up, a soft smile spreading over his face. "I do want to actually graduate, you know? How are you feeling?" He put the book away and got closer, softly stroking my jaw. It was much like last night, only now I could see him and, you know, understand that I had not died. Yet.

"Better than before." My voice was still a little rough. "What happened? You said something about surgery?" Luke's fingers were warm and solid cupping my face and I unconciously leant into it.

"Once you passed out," Luke smiled and sat down on the edge of my bed, his hand staying in place. "Sophine legally got a say over the procedures of your treatment and she gave the the go ahead on the surgery, even though it seemed hopeless." His eyes became a little distant.

Normally, I would've gotten angry over such a decision made over my life, but for some reason, it didn't come and so I just smiled, taking Luke's hand from my jaw and holding it between two of mine in my lap. "Alright. But I didn't think there was any chance of me surviving?"

Luke sighed. "There wasn't, or at least, there shouldn't have been. It took twenty-three hours and your heart stopped seven bloody times, but you made it. It was a miracle."