Devil's Night

Panic!

Chris POV

Oh God where am I? I asked myself as I struggled to open my eyes but I couldn't get them to open more than half way. They felt so heavy and swollen and to be honest, I don't think I even needed to see my reflection to know I was still a disaster. As I made an effort to make my gaze regulate to a normal standard. I was greeted with the same blinding light as before and my vision remained distorted that color was all I could really recognize. It was as if I were taken back through time to the moments when I first awoke after the... The ambush. Oh shit! Where's Ricky? I suddenly was overridden by extreme panic as I hastily checked my surroundings, darting my eyes in every direction in search of him. I could feel my heart going wild in my chest and I was getting lightheaded from starting to hyperventilate. When I tried to sit up to look for any signs of Ricky's survival but a rush of unbearable pain swarmed my still broken body and fell back to the bed.

As the minutes passed, my sight returned back to me and I was finally able to compose myself again. Looking down at myself, I saw that I was out of the rags that Rem had us wear and my chest was heavily wrapped in tight bandages. The temptation to remove them myself to nearly impossible to resist but fear of reversing any healing that could have occurred was enough to hold me back and I'd just have keep telling myself that Rem was dead.

Laying down in a large hospital bed with all types of equipment around me, I could hear a faint beeping coming from one of them and then a wave of euphoria sent a heavenly sensation along my spine. Still grasping onto the rails at the sides of the bed firmly from my anxiety, a mild sting broke me out of the beautiful feeling. Making it's way up both of my arms causing me to hiss from the discomfort, I gave it my all to avoid another panic attack. Gazing at my arms to locate the source of the unlikable sensation, there had to be at least six different IVs in my wrists and arms combined. I wasn't sure of this was a comforting sight or another living nightmare. Anyone who knows me, will know damn well that I can't stand needles. I wanted nothing more but to pull them out of my flesh but I could hardly bear looking at them as they were tapped down to my skin and I was too much of a coward to will myself to do it. 

Slowly, I eased my grip in attempt to make the pain subside and lowered my arms to rest on my tummy. Trying to get my head to stop aching, I just leaned back and waited for someone to tell me where Ricky was or even if he's alive. Closing my eyes but not falling back asleep, I could just try and maintain whatever hope I had in my heart and have to remind myself that Rem was long dead.