LEO: The Broken Shapes

Chapter 1: Searching (part 1)

i woke up in a beige-walled room with a number of odd-looking computer machines and an empty bedside table next to me. i was lying on a white bed half-covered by a thick blue blanket which had been tucked loosely from under the mattress. there was an odd-looking thing that was stuck on my face that connected from a transparent plastic tube which lurked down the bed to somewhere out of sight. i figured it was my oxygen mask when i started breathing in desperately. i was gasping. deep gasps. i heard beeping sounds from a computer machine which embedded a screen that showed a thin green, wavy line. it was my life line.

my breathing sloped down as soon as my nose was familiar with the oxygen supplied by the mask. i felt my chest rise and fall calmly for a few seconds. i saw my arms laid against my thighs. i tried moving them but they were strapped with vessel-sized tubes as how i felt, from wrists to elbows. they seemed miserable.however, my arms didn't seem clearly visible to me so i slowly tilted my head to the right to look at my right arm, but something distracted me. There was a wide glass window on the wall that was only inches away from the side of the bed. the sunlight that shone through it had casted itself upon the skin on my right arm. surprisingly, my skin shone as if there were a million pieces of diamonds lying underneath it. i pulled my hand closer to be sure that i wasn't hallucinating. Then a man came in.

he was wearing a long-sleeved white coat with a blue strip lined office shirt inside. his square-patterned light-blue clip- on tie clipped neatly between the collars, almost like a real tie. i quickly tucked my hand in before he looked up. just so he wouldn't notice anything odd happening to me. he stared at me with his dark black eyes for a moment. then murmured a few words in a very low and surprised tone. " You're alive!"

then he quickly walked straight to the bed with his clipboard and pen in hand to examine me. i could sense his excitement during the vigorous examination. after examining me, he asked " Did you know how long you've been asleep?"

i didn't know. i tried shrugging but my shoulders wouldn't move.

" Four years! and everybody could've thought that it was hopeless to keep you here, alive in the ward." he said, with a surprised and amazed tone.

Four years? and God i thought i was being reborn! i was sleeping for four years?! i thought,trying to distract myself from thinking about the nightmarish emptiness that had once swallowed me and was then decreased to swelling at the back of my head. like a growing rock. however, i limited its growth by focusing toward the doctor who was still amazed by my "awakening" like i was, myself. as my eyes turned to dart at him, i noticed his name on the silver name tag above the top pocket of his coat.: Dr. Henry Watts. even his name indicated that he wasn't the kind of a hasty doctor who would only come in, check his patient, and walk out. as what i thought most doctors would do. then, after a moment of standing, he made a few steps to the corner of the room where a chair stood waiting to be seated. he sat and stared at his clipboard. for a moment i thought i saw his eyes narrowing. blinking, i guess. he stared at it for a long while and began to form a query expression. his eyebrows told me that. i wondered if he'd noticed anything odd about me. or worse?

suddenly, he stood up. that nearly frightened me, especially with that queery look upon his face. he heaved a long sigh and said " You're a one miracle kid, kiddo. A miracle,"

every line on his lips indicated that he was amazed, as my eyes stared. i then dropped my stare to his feet which looked like they were neatly covered with shiny black-leathered shoes. the soles looked a little too thin. he started walking toward the left side of the bed, that caught me off - focused. his bare hand reached for a phone that was fixed on the wall. he took the receiver and dialled some numbers, then mumbled something. i couldn't hear him clearly as my mind began to overwhelm with thoughts. i only picked up a small detail from his call which said he was sending someone in. i wonder who is that?? however, i dismissed  the thought only to think about why did i sleep so long?why did i even sleep? how did i-- what happened to me?? why did my skin shine when--WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?? i nearly grew hysterical at the last thought before i heard something click. the doctor had placed the phone back to its retriever and turned to look at me.the horrifying thoughts vanished. his eyes stared at me from the top before he lowered his head to scrutinize something from my face. he saw my expression. the hysterics had somewhat caused my eyes to stare at the blanket blankly. causing my breathing rate to pick up.