A Flash of Red and White

His hell, her life

He was greeted with a flash of red and white followed by a searing pain as he struggled to open his eyelids, he wondered how harsh the initial pain would've been if the adrenaline didn't kick in. He turned his head slowly just to avoid attention of any nurses and saw before him his belongings. He reached to grab his phone but was surprised because of how easy it was to get. He saw the miss calls he has been getting but ignored all of them and continued to search through the lists of contacts to find one name. His brownish-black hair was long enough to touch the bed frame giving him pain as every strand brushed the bed frame. His brown eyes gave him difficulty to see clearly but he know had a rough idea of how bad his injuries were.

His ears were bombarded with a loud ringing noise causing him to drop his phone and causing him to use his gravely voice to scream in agony. In the time that this searing pain dug into his skull slowly turning him mad, he saw a silhouette of a figure that stood out in the crowd of people he saw a glimpse of. The silhouette seemed as of he/she/it knew that he was looking at it, it seemed like a foreign shape yet so familiar. He was distracted by the pain and screamed for help.

All at the same time, he felt drowsy but so energised as if he needed to use it on something but was unable to. He felt as if was betrayed by his own body as they kept him down. 

He was on the brink of falling asleep when he was reminded by an idea, a thought that haunted him as he acted as if everything was fine in his everyday life. She was never there when he needed her...