Under the Stars

☆ Careful What You Wish For ☆

Everything hurt.

I couldn't remember much after they left me on the street. Distant voices, lights, muffled sounds from all around me.

However, I remembered all the pain.

It was constantly in my uncosncious mind, crawling itself inside my brain, scratching from the inside, making every part of my body itch to move, but I couldn't.

There was something mixed in the pain though. A weird satisfaction, a pleasure of survival, a sign that I was still alive and in this world, no matter how hard the universe is trying to destroy me.

Then I realized I didn't go home.

My eyes immediately popped open, a wave of fear washed over my body. I felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins, my vision blured and I couldn't think straight. Thoughts flew through my brain quickly changing from one problem to another, from where the hell I am to what the fuck should I do.

A sharp pain run through my arm. I gasped for air in panic as reality hit me, yes, I was alive and beaten up like a peace of meat at the butcher shop.

I took a careful deep breath and commanded to myself to calm down. Look around, Markus, concentrate. Where the hell are you?

I had no idea.

I was in a windowless room, with only one door leading out. The walls were painted white entirely, and machines were beeping quietly next to my bed. Vires run to my hand and disappeared under my skin. The touch of the blanket was unpleasant, the sight of the vires in my hand made me want to scratch them.

Dizzyness blured my vision, and I got lightheaded for a moment. It was difficult to even think.

Where was I? Hospital? But when did I get here? I must've passed out... I lost a lot of blood. How am I even alive? Am I alive...?

Okay, no, this is not helping. Calm down. Calm down...

It took me a few minutes to succesgully slow down my heardbeat in order to see proberly. After my vision cleared, I took one more deep breath, allowing myself to fully calm down.

Think rationally. I am in a hospital, right? As far as I remember, this crappy material of the blanket only can be found there.

Who brought me in, I wonder? Was it a nice tresspasser who called ambulance on me? Or maybe Karen, who found me on her way home?

And what will happen now...?

I heard the door open and I couldn't help but flinch in fear. My pulse jumped to extreme speed, and a new dose of adrenaline hit me.

"Oh, you're awake!" I heard a familiar voice.

My eyes widened. I almost couldn't believe that this was real life, that this was really happening.

My eyes teared up from the refief and happiness.

"Dr. Webes" I breathed out quietly.

"Hey kiddo" he grinned. "How are you feeling?"

"Like a truck ran me over... twelve times" I sighed.

"That sounds better than when they brought you in" he said with a smile, and took a few steps closer, picking up my medical sheets from the desk. "But I need more specific answers"

"Everything hurts" I said it without reazizing that it was still medically incorrect, so I quickly continued. "I mean my chest, head, and arm. And I can't breathe properly because of it. Also I'm dizzy" it was a pretty good summary of how I was feeling.