Play Me That Song (The Emo Guy And The Guitar Girl)

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Blake's P.O.V.

            It's a funny feeling to wake up in a hospital.  Movies really do portray it right when the person has no idea where they are.  All I could sense at first was white walls, the faint beeping noise of some machine, and the smell of sterile sheets. 

            I didn't realize the tubes and wires and bandages attached to me until later, and then I was sore and tired beyond belief.  It felt as if all my energy was drained out of me and my head seemed to be hammering against my skull.

            I sat there with my eyes closed for a long time.  Everything seemed too bright.  I felt like I had an extreme hangover after some horrible night.  And that's the other thing too.  I felt horrible.  Not physically, but my heart seemed thick while it was beating and my mind couldn't stop racing with thoughts.  When I heard a door squeak open, that's when I finally decided to face the truth. 

            At first, I couldn't make out the figure that walked across the room.  It was a woman for sure, but no one I recognized.  My eyes followed her until she stopped at a slumped over lump.  Or lumps I should say being that there were two of them.

            My brother and Grace were out cold on some stiff-looking two person couch.  The woman, whom I'm guessing is a nurse, attentively shook them awake and pointed to me. 

            At first they both just stared at me, and then Grace was up on two feet and running towards me.  I didn't even get a chance to blink before her arms were wrapped around my neck with the rest of her body crashing into me. 

            I moaned a little in pain and she quickly pulled back and looked at me with tears in her eyes, "Sorry," she whispered.

            I shook my head, "It's okay."  My voice sounded horrible.  I cleared my throat and started coughing.  Grace looked at the nurse who quickly got me a glass of water.  "Thank you," I murmured as I took the glass from her.

            I gingerly took a couple sips and let the liquid run through my body.  It felt nice and cool.  I felt like I hadn't eaten or drank anything in days.  I looked over at Grace, "How many days have I been here?"  My voice was better now.

            Her eyes were still teary and bloodshot.  I could tell she's been crying for awhile and from the bags under her eyes, I'm guessing she didn't get much sleep either.  "Two days," she told me, "You lost so much blood..."

            Her eyes began to pool over, so she looked away.  That killed me.  If I wasn't in enough pain as it is, seeing her so upset and broken made it ten times worse.

            Blood...My breath caught.  I had a sudden flashback of everything: Lisa, to the knife, to that awful dream I had.  "Oh God..." I whispered.  I looked down at my wrists and stared at the thick bandages. 

            I started to take one off when Grace's hand shot out and stopped me.  "Don't," she said.  Her voice was quiet, but hard.  "I don't want to see them again."  She looked at me, "I can't do it, Blake."

            I took my hand off my wrist and put it in hers, "Okay," I said softly, "I won't, I'm sorry."

            She let out a small laugh, but it didn't contain any humor.  It was bitter and almost mocking.  I swallowed, "So, uh..."

            "Jake and all them got suspended," she said.  She sat on the edge of the bed and her eyes were focused on the wall.  "The cops came to investigate and Adam and I told them everything that happened.  Lisa even came through..."