Troubled Times [Bi-Sexual Story]

Chapter 10: Who are you?

I had woken up to my throat feeling like a desert and I couldn’t even swallow my own spit and my eyes felt very heavy like there were big great weights there. I was in a hospital bed and the first thing I heard was the life machine beeping, telling everyone I was ok and still alive, and that’s all I could hear. No one was there at my side, no Chloe and no Ken and well mum was still in a coma- to my knowledge at the time. I lay there in shock; did no one really care about me? If they cared they would be here at my side but then horror came over me as I remembered that after about a month of my mum being in a coma we decided not to go to the hospital every day, as the pain of seeing her in that state hurt us even more as she just lay there looking almost lifeless and the only thing telling us she was alive was the life machine making a slow beep every second or so. Had I really been here that long that Ken and friends- actually I haven’t got any friends now- had stopped seeing me as it would make it easier for them to just try and forget about me and but me at the back of their mind. I thought Ken wouldn’t do that; he loved me and he looked after Chloe and he treated like we were his own but later I discovered-, actually if you really want to know what Ken did just read on.

After these horrible and unconceivable thoughts had past, it came to me, Marcus? What happened to Marcus? I thought, I wouldn’t be able to find out these answer until someone came over such as doctor or someone medical but no one was here yet, no one at all. After thinking what could have happened to Marcus, my lovely, sweet and beautiful Marcus, I wanted to cry and shout but all I could feel was pain as I tried to start talking but the soreness and dryness of my throat was preventing me from speech. All these thoughts were rushing through my head in the first two minutes, around about, of being awake then I looked round into my room, my own hospital room away from everyone else.

Then I thought mum had been in a big massive room with everyone else first but when they knew she wasn’t going to wake due to the extent of the brain damage so they shoved her in a private room away from everyone else so the public couldn’t see her in that state and upset them.

I looked round and checked out my surroundings; I was in quite a petite room which had a small little table; as I could just manage to turn my head ever so slightly to be able to see it. The small minuscule table had nothing on it, no pictures, no flowers and no “Get Well Soon” cards. Why? Was the thought dominating my mind; at the same time other thoughts came in and had made my mind go into overdrive and it was I could start to feel bringing on a migraine.

I wanted to cry, cry so badly. I don’t believe I was there I thought at the time, maybe it was a dream? A Nightmare? Then out of nowhere finally came a doctor.

“Tom?” he says.

I forced myself to speak even though it caused too much pain for my liking, so I replied back with.

“Yes” I groaned.

“Brilliant, welcome back Tom”

Welcome back? It’s not like I went on a holiday and back, I was in a coma prick.

“What-”

“Just hold on a second, we need to perform a few tests on you first and the police will be here soon to speak to you but only if your well enough”

He called for some nurses and he asked me what I could recall and asked if I knew why I was there. The nurse came in and took some blood tests for what? I didn’t know straight away as they explained it to me as if I were a child, almost infant. What they told me would show the shit out of me, as I-. Just wait because I had to so you should as well.

After the blood tests, other tests and some stupid questions I said.

“So have you called my uncle to come and see me?” I tried to smile and hoped his answer would be “Yeah of course he’s on his way now and he’s so happy!” with a smile back but-, just read on.