Coffee Shop

XI

Edit 1: 14/02/2021
Edit 2: 24/05/2022
Edit 3: 28/02/2023

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I, I can hear. There's beeping. Regular beeps in a pattern. Like a heart beat. What is it?

I, I can feel. There's something soft. A hand, a hand is in my own... my face, it's wet. I feel droplets raining on my face. Is it raining?

I, I can see. There's a white light. The light's too bright, it's blinding me, but I want the light. Is it the sun? But if it's the sun, how is it raining?

I, I want to move. Let me move. I, I think my finger twitched. Yes, I moved my hand. There's another hand, holding on tightly to the one I moved. I can feel the pressure.

I, I want to hear what's going on. There's shouting... now a thud. I, I think that's a door opening. There's still a beep, but it's getting faster and faster.

The darkness, it's coming again, there's shouting and a pain in my arm. I, I think that was a needle.

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I'm coming back to my senses, more than usual now.

I slowly and carefully pry my eyes open, but I'm greeted with a blinding white light. Quickly, I squeeze them shut again, bringing my hands to my face.

I'm moving. Good to know my arms aren't paralysed.

Wait. Someone's pulling my arm away from my face. There's a voice too.

"T-too, b-bright," I stuttered to the mysterious individual. There was a little patter, then a click. I removed my hand from my face and opened one eye. The room was dark now.

I fully opened me eyes and moved my head to look to the left. Good to know my neck is not paralysed.

Sage. Sage is here. He's been crying. It's obvious. His eyes are puffy. Don't cry for me please, or I'll end up caring.

"S-Sage," I stuttered again. Why am I stuttering? At least I still have the use of my diaphragm.

"Yes!? What is it Xandra?" Sage questioned, bouncing on his feet, eager to help.

"W-water. I-I need, water," I requested, my throat feeling like it's being torn into shreds.

"Of course!" He chirped as he ran the short distance to a table where a jug of water and a glass cup stood on top.

He poured the glass half the way up and made his way towards me.

"Are, are you okay?" He asked in concern, eyeing my confused face.

"What's, the, time?" I asked with intervals so as to not strain my throat.

Sage carefully placed the glass of water onto the table beside my bed and helped sit me up. There was little pain. Lots of wires were attached to me and a machine to my right that showed a bag of some sort of liquid and a heart monitor.

Once I was sat comfortably, or as comfortably as I could, Sage lifted the cup up to my mouth and gently tipped it forward so I could drink it. He seemed to think that I have no strength in my arms.

"What happened?" I managed to ask with no pause or stutter.

"Um, the doctor told me not to stress you out when you wake up. I called  for help once you moved but since it's eleven at night there aren't many doctors on this floor, which is stupid," Sage ranted to me.
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"How come, you're still here, at eleven?" I asked with a few intervals again, the water not helping too much to ease the pain in my throat.