Sleepwalking // xBayani [ON HOLD]

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Cold air rushed into my eardrums, just like it had done the night that I got mugged. To be honest, at a time like this, I was confused why my mind associated this event with that one. The bright lights blinding my eyes. I try to sit up and look around frantically but I was stuck under a blanket on a moving gurney. I closed my eyes when my mother says, “Jordan, honey…”

 

“Mom…” I groan, a sudden pain reaching my lower half. I look down my body to see my left leg bloody and my right leg bent.

 

I grimace as she whispers, “It’s going to be okay, Jordan… you’ll be fine.”

 

“Crap, crap, crap…” I have, tears beginning to stream down my cheeks. The excruciating pain that was inhabiting my legs were utterly unimaginable. I couldn’t handle it. “What the hell happened?” I wheeze.

 

“You… you were hit by a car, Jordan…”

 

I look up at her with hurt eyes. “Because I was―”

 

She only nods.

 

I’m suddenly pushed into this room in the extensive hospital and a surgeon appears quickly.

 

“Mr. Jordan Daski, correct?” He asks. I nod slowly, holding back my wincing.

 

“I will be performing your surgery tonight. I’m Dr. Bell. Now… let’s get to work. Nurse, put him under.”

 

“Yes, Doctor.” I hear the small voice of a nurse say. I take a deep breath as she puts the aesthetics over my face… and I fall asleep.

 

Or am I dying?

 

Is this what it truly feels like to be dying…?

 

I can’t feel anything, but I can only think one thought;

 

Now… nothing will ever be okay…

 

The air is warmer than I remember.

 

I feel the sun reach my arms as I shake myself awake. I see my mother staring out the window, frantically tapping her chair with her fingertips. I look around and frown.

 

“No music?” I smirk. She looks at me, hope filling her eyes.

 

“Jordan, honey, oh my God…” She ran over to the edge of my cot and sat down at my feet. She leaned over to hug me. “Em went home a few minutes ago, if only she had stayed longer…”

 

“Uh… Mom, please don’t think me selfish, but… could I have my phone? People are probably worried sick about me…”