It Is Just The Beginning

Chapter 5 - My Entrance and Exit

Colette POV

I'm tired. Worn out. I feel like I'm on my death bed. Surprisingly, I feel... Relaxed. Like I'm ready to fall asleep and never wake up. It feels too good to be true.

"Why is her pulse going down?!" I faintly hear through my relaxation. This voice seems frantic and worried. But what is this voice talking about?

I turn to the left. I see Paris in another bed. Or gurney. Are we in an ambulance? I can barely focus. I use most of the energy I have left to focus on the people in the ambulance truck with me.

Two EMTs examine Paris's back. She lays dead on her stomach. According to the EMTs, her pulse is fine. So what was that voice talking about?

Well, whatever he was talking about, I don't have to worry about my friend dying. Now I can relax.

"Why is her pulse lowering!!??" The voice seems more scared than frantic. Why was he still on this subject? Paris is fine! I get sleepy. My eyes flutter and I can barely stay awake. I move my head to my right. Who is that? My vision is blurry. I can't quite make out who he is. I can barely remember why I'm in this ambulance.

I hear the piercing, beeping noise of the machine that is hooked up to me. "Jerry! Look at her pulse! It's too low!" One EMT screams to the other.

Are they talking about me? At the moment I don't care because I don't have enough energy to even lift my eyelids. I just want to sleep!

I can feel myself drift to sleep. At the very last second, I can feel his hand slide into mine just as I slip away.

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Why can I barely open my eyes? Where am I? I must be in the hospital. Cluelessly, I turn my head left and right. I try to look at every detail just in case I'm being held hostage or something. The room is huge. Before my bed is the door out of the room, which is like 10 feet away. Next to it is a bathroom door, I believe. To my left is a small coach, I guess for family to stay.

To my right is this guy. A guy? Why is he sleeping on my arm? Who is he? He soon becomes familiar. But I can't quite make out who he is.

I feel clueless. Maybe I need to stand up and get my blood flowing. I try to sit up. Something yanks me back. My heart starts thumping in my chest as I think of the worst possible scenario. I slowly look behind me and see that I'm hooked up to a bunch of machines.

I have tubes in my arms, hands, stomach and nose. What is this? What happened? I try so hard to remember. I keep getting glimpses of little things but I can't make it out. Whatever. I just need to get up. I feel horrible.

This boy is still sleeping on my arm. I slowly slip my arm away from under him, trying not to wake him. Even though it hurts, I pull out all of the tubes and needles.

I keep wondering, who is this boy? Why is he here? Why is he the only person coming to visit me? What about Paris? PARIS! WHERE IS PARIS!? Glimpses come into my head of her on the ground behind me with a big wound on her back. I yank out the rest of my tubes as I squeal in pain. I slowly pull out the one in my nose. I feel it coming up my throat. I almost gag on it.

I threw my blankets off of me, not caring to through it on Nash. Nash? Who's Nash? Why did I just... Whatever I need to find Paris. I sprint out of the room. I find myself in a hallway full of nurses. But I don't even care. "PARIS! PARIS!" I take the hallway to the left. I'm in the ICU. Why was I in a room in the ICU? What was my injury?

Running up and down hallways, running from out-of-shape nurses, I glance at every room trying to see if Paris is in any of them. I run through a hallway with nurses on my tail. The only turn is to the right for the next set of rooms. I pass a sign that says "Surgeries Up Ahead".

I am almost to the turn. Almost there. The nurses are coming. My adrenaline kicks in, like it hasn't kicked in already. Right as I'm about to turn the corner, doctors come out from that corner to catch me. I trapped!

I try to fight it. My body, for some reason, is telling me not to fight it. My legs starts hurting and I remember the gash in my leg from the fire. The fire! That's it.

As I remember that, I can see Paris getting surgery on her back through the little window on the double doors, on the hallway. The nurses and doctors are rushing. What are they rushing for?

The other doctors pull me away, trying to keep my body still, but I'm winning. I hear Nash's voice. "COLETTE!" Nash? Is that his name? It just feels ... Right.

I break away from the doctors, I run through the nurses as I knock them all down. I feel invincible. All this adrenaline makes me feel powerful.

I stumble upon a nurse. As I start to regain balance, I fall into someone's arms. I feel weak. Where did all my power go? My adrenaline. I pull a dart out of my neck. I look at the doctors who I getting up from their struggle.

I get drowsy. I am falling asleep. They tranquilized me! Damn it! Not again!

I look up to the person who caught me and is lowering me down to the ground with him. Nash.