Red Ravens

The Red Raven

          It had been four days since my motorcycle crash and I was now confined in this small square two bed hell hole of a hospital.

           My "roomie" was a 79 year old man named Shawn who started to take residence in my room on the second day I was in the hospital. Shawn had short salt and pepper colored hair and a receding hair line. He looked frail and worn with age but was large for an older man. He had a round face with deep parenthases around his mouth. His eyes were the thing that stood out the most, they looked to sad; almost painful.

          When I arrived at the hospital I had internal bleeding, broken bones, and they had to put my insides back together; I was stuck in surgery for quite a few hours. I now know how the plastic buzzing man from the game Operation! must feel.

I slipped out of my "drug coma" for a couple minutes to put a few random thoughts together.

         I didn't smell urine and old people which was always the main stench of the Dolesi Memorial Hospital, today it smelt like Fresh Air and Clean because it was the day of the annual DMH spring cleaning.

          My mom would always wake me up at 4:30 in the morning on a school day to clean until 8:00 a.m. to get to school before it started at 8:15. This time I didn't have to clean because I was stuck in a white hospital bed in light blue scrubs with light pink bunnies on it. I don't understand why everything in this place has to feel so light or why I didn't pick the boy scrubs with were plain blue and I really want to get a hamster and dress it up in dolly clothe--

Then I slipped back into my slumber.

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Mumbling..  All I hear is mumbling...          

 A group of about twenty big scary men had started to walk into the room... I'm glad I'm not claustrophobic. The men all looked different but the two things that they all had in common was a menacing aura and the same black raven tattoo on their upper right biceps.

          The men were all huddled around the old man's bed and I could hear the men whimpering and some crying. My guess was that the old man was some kind of an old Mafia Don, Shawn the Don.. I giggled, no one noticed or cared. The men must have been his underlings or what ever Mafia men called the people beneath them.

          I couldn't make out everything that they were saying except for the occasional...

"I'm so sorry" or "How could I have let this happen".

          I actually don't think that they were saying much else, which made me think that they were really mafia men.

What else would make sense?

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          I quit talking in my head when I noticed another figure out of the corner of my eye, I turned to look at the entrance way and saw a man with the face of an angel. He was the most gorgeous man... no... person that I've ever seen.

Drool.. Oh crap...

         I quickly closed and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my face flushed with warmth and my hands turned pink.

Embarrassment.

          He was wearing a black suit with red pinstripes and a red T-shirt underneath. He had blue eyes and hair as black as coal that dangled dangerously close to the nape of his neck, covered his ears, and fell right above his eyes with a swoop to the right.

          He proceeded to the other side of the room and took off his suit jacket. I searched his arm for a black raven tattoo but all I found were perfectly scuplted muscles that you could see through his shirt and rippling on his arms like he just got done working out.

I stopped myself from fantasizing further but then he pulled off his T-shirt... It wasn't imagination that was sparked with this action, it was awe and confusion.

          There was a tattoo of a giant blood red raven covering his broad tanned upper back, It looked so real. Like it could come right off his back and fly away...