Samantha

Chapter Eight

A beeping sound was annoying me and giving me headaches. This was the sound I've been hearing for few minutes till now, and it didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.

The tips of my fingers were numb, that I could clearly feel. And my eye lids were heavily pressing on my eyeballs, refusing to see the light.

The beeping continued and went on until I was finally able to feel my fingers. I was so scared to open my eyes, to move any muscle, so it took long enough.

 As on cue, and just as I started moving my fingers slowly, shuffled voices appeared beside me. A soft voice and another husky one. I tried opening my eyes and when I did, I quickly closed them back; white, bright light pierced my eyes. Feeling my eyes getting watery, I closed them tighter than before and waited for the tears of the sudden light to dry away.

"….wake…", That's all what the same soft voice said. Suddenly, there was a jerking sound and air whooshing next to me. A hand pressed into my arm gently. Few more minutes and the hand was removed and a creaking sound blared out next. The silence and quietness of the room made that sound more obvious.

All along this time, I was fighting to open up my eyes again. Thankfully, the beeping sound almost got quitter. More sounds felled the room and that almost made the beeping die down.

"Samantha?....."

I shifted a small part of my body when I felt a sharp object pressing into my arm. Liquid was running into my veins and the weird part was that I was able to feel it. My eyes shot open and I could take everything around me. White was everywhere while intimidatingly huge figures stood by me with bright blue gowns. I blinked the black dots in my vision and I was now able to feel the soft matters underneath me.

A breath went out from between my lips and then I pressed them together tightly. Looking to my right, I saw a lady with a worried expression in her eyes. When I saw the look that was taking over her worried one, the pity that was showing, I turned to the other side. The sharp object I felt was actually a needle and the liquid in it kept moving down into my arm. The only difference is that I didn't feel the liquid in my body anymore.

My eyes widened and I kept rooming the place. It was obvious where I was but it wasn't obvious when it came to the reason.

"Samantha honey, can you hear me?". The nurse next to me said in a so soft voice that I almost thought she was talking to herself. My name was my only cue she was probably talking to me. I moved my head back to her and struggled a nod, not daring to look her in the eyes.

I hated that look. I hated how people can think that I'm incapable or in trouble or something. Thinking about that, why would she feel sympathy toward me when she knew nothing about what she's pitying over ?

Another question was, why was it so hard to move? I could move slightly but not to sit up or stand up and walk.

And here I'm, in a hospital room with scary doctors, for a reason I don't know. There seemed to be nothing wrong with me except for me not being able to move. Nothing was hurting, nothing was wrong. What was troubling me more was the lack of memory; I couldn't think of something that could have brought me to hospital.

"Do you feel anything?".  A male voice appeared in the room and a face popped from next to me. The nurse backed away a little bit and a man with white rope, appearing to be the doctor, came in full view.

"Are you feeling alright?", He asked once again and this time, I shook my head. The truth was that I didn't feel a thing at all and that's scary itself.

I felt the needle going out of my arm and the doctor held his hand up. "That's enough for now".  He said and right then, I saw another figure, who was apparently injecting me. He strode away at the doctor's order and took off with some tools.