Coincidences

Act XXX

The lights flared my eyes with blinding brightness. A lightly burnt smell ambulated past my nose. I couldn't move easily; a much more sharper pain shot through my body. My eyes managed to open a bit more, and I saw shades of white across a square room.

The room itself looked familiar. I don't think it's a room at home. We don't have a room with fully white walls and machinery scattered around. Machinery. Wait, I finally remember.

It was the hospital room I was sent to, when I got into that car accident.

Desperately looking around for clues to why I am here, I surveyed the area. A hospital bed was next to me, in it was a delicate person I'd recognize almost immediately.

Zoey was lying on the bed, covered from the waist down with a blanket. Her hair stood in various directions, and her skin had signs of burns. Her head was wrapped with gauze, for I don't know what reason.

I looked at myself, finding the same effects. I was tingling, and my hands couldn't stop trembling. I had a severe burn on my palm, slightly brown and covered in bandages. Moving it was a mistake, for it welcomed me with a stinging sensation, and it was not a pleasant one.

A burst of air flew by, as Mr. Reed, or should I say, Dr. Reed, since he had that iconic coat on, entered the room.

He spoke out loudly, almost comically, "Oh, what the heck, Thor. Have you no mercy?"

At first, I didn't understand a word he said. Is he that big of a Marvel fan, or something? He came toward me with his flip-flops on his feet, noticing my awakening. And he gave me a slap.

"Ow, what was that for?!"

"Okay," he approved to himself. "You're in 'good' condition. And, second, what is it with you, Martin? You really are giving me a hard time."

"It's not like I want to," I objected.

He walked his way to Zoey. He pointed, "And you had to bring her with you, huh?" He shook his head, grinning.

"I said, it's not like I want to."

"Well, let's see," he finally stopped shuffling across the room and sat down. "I'm serious now. Do you remember anything?"

Unfortunately, it happen too quickly, and I was unable to register anything in my head. I shook my head, saying, "Nope, I don't."

"Just as I thought. Ok, let's get started. Um, so, you were by the lighthouse, right? And, as I suspect, with that brutal burn you got in your hand, you had this cellphone at hand." He waved my phone at me, and, although it wasn't obvious, it looked like it was roasted from the inside. "In my conclusion, you were zapped by lightning, she held on to you while it happened, and now, imagine yourselves portrayed like a cartoon when electrocuted." He added emphasis on the word "zapped".

Woah. That was too much. And graphic, let's not forget that. Zoey and I got zapped by lightning, although the chance of getting hit was super low. Well, if it wasn't for the phone, which happened to buzz right at the time. I couldn't explain it to Dr. Reed, since my muscles felt slothful and sluggish.

"Oh, yeah," he forgot to mention. "Some people want to see you two, including your parents. I think they did not look happy when I saw them earlier."

I watched him head for the door and call out for them. My dad, Mrs. Linda, and the Rimson brothers swarmed inside, and I felt a sense of panic. Explaining to my dad would be like confessing a crime, while being with the two guys meant trouble.

"What exactly happened?" asked Dad, angrily. "These two said you ran away and got hit by lightning."

With my brain not functioning properly, I careless put the blame on Tyrone. "It was his fault for calling me. If he hadn't called me, my phone wouldn't have attracted the electricity."

Rocky nudged his brother. "Hey," I heard him whisper to him. "He says it's your fault, douchebag."

"It is not Tyrone's fault," yelled Dad. "Why did you take off, anyways?"

"It's nothing," I said.

"It's nothing? You always say it's nothing," mocked Ty.

"Shut up, for once, Tyrone," I called.

"Sheesh," snickered Rocky, holding his laughter.

"What the heck are two talking about?" asked my father.

"He started it," I pointed out, the pain grower stronger as I moved.

"What?" Tyrone continued to argue. "You liar."

"Shh!" shushed Linda. "Zoey's waking up. Keep quiet and stop fighting."

It's true. Zoey opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. She tried to sit up, but I guess she felt the same feeling as I felt earlier. She asked, putting her hand on her hand to ease the pain, "What's going on?"

"Lightning," Ty and I cried out at the same time.

"I was supposed to say that," I shouted.

"No, I was, you idiot," Ty raised his voice. As we argued and fought verbally and physically, she chuckled to herself. We all gave her glance, and said, laughing, "Stop it, you two."

We all exchanged each other looks and stopped what we were doing. She continued to laugh at our presence, and we too began to join her.

From that day on, everything changed, from a downfall full of emotions to an impressive amount of ecstasy. And that's when our relationship grew stronger.

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