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Chapter 6: Coming To

The sight that graced itself upon me was my worst fear and was the last thing I wanted to see.

There in the room, was me.

Lying In a hospital bed. I was hooked up to what looked like an oxygen tank with a mask over my mouth and tubes up my nose. A basic hospital heart machine sat tall beside me. Making sure my heart was beating. I can confirm that it is. Its beating, and pretty damn fast at this rate. An IV was attached to my arm, inserted, as well as some other liquid in a baggy hanging from my own IV pole. My body was limp and lifeless. My usual paleness was evident, but it was different. A greyish blue complexion is what my current state held. No rosy cheeks. No warm freckles. Just dead like. Taking my eyes away from my face I took in my body's condition overall. Assaulted. Deep cuts and bruises riddled all over.

"What the actual fuck?" I felt so befuddled and in shock. I can't seem to remember what had happened to me, with my memory loss, and now I'm starting at my mangled body. This is a horrific overload to take in. Panic hadn't set in yet, but I know it will soon. It took me a moment to realize but was this not the reflection I just saw a couple of minutes ago in the mirror? Not wanting to believe what I was seeing, I looked away, into the long corridor, and for a moment saw movement. More afraid of what might be moving in the shadows of the hospital I looked back and I was still lying there. My chest barely moving up and down. Taking my eyes off of my corpse-like body, I scanned the room. The lights were off and it was dark. There were curtains around the bed, I guess for when I want to sleep or for privacy.  They were a slight blue, calming and serene. The bed itself had white sheets and a matching blue knit blanket over top. The pillow was white as well. My bed seemed to be the only one in the room, so I guess it was a private room. There were side tables on each side of the bed. They were a dark oak colour, each a lamp on them. One had a clock, some magazines, and a bible. The other just had the lamp. There were two dark oak chairs with white upholstery on the one side of the bed and another of the same chair on the other. Moving my gaze away from the bed, I changed my attention to furnishings and decorations around the room. There was a bay window on the far side of the room. Its draperies matched the curtains of my bed and were closed. Beside the window was a door against the side wall, which leads to another room. The bathroom is what I was thinking. Hung up in the corner of the ceiling was a T.V. that faced the bed and chairs. It was making the fuzzy high-pitched white-noise sound that was vastly infuriating and the screen had those white and black waves you get when there is no program for a certain channel. Creepy. Under that, against the wall, sat a small two-person matching couch to the chairs and matching side tables on each end of the couch. There was a small simple dark brown carpet on the ground at the foot of the couch as well. 

For a small hospital room, it was quite nice. I wonder what section of the hospital I was in.

Some cabinets were across the one wall, opposite to the foot of the bed, and a dark oak coffee table sat against the wall beside the door and I. It had a lamp, some flowers, cards, and a teddy bear on it. Gifts for me possibly? I felt a bit uneased by that. Placing my hospital file on the coffee table I took another quick scan of the small room and it dawned on me. Other than the furnishings and decorations in the room, I saw no one but myself in the bed. However, I started to have the sensation that there was more than just myself and I in this room. The fog in the hall started to slowly slither into the room and pool at the end of my hospital bed. Panic began breeding fast in my chest as the pool grew. The room began to drop in temperature noticeably as well. Becoming a fringed environment, and frost nipping at my skin slowly. Stepping out of the doorway and a few steps into the room, I was taken aback by the sound of a heavy door slamming and locking shut. Immediately catching my attention, I turned fast to find the door was in-fact locked from the outside and shut. Shaking on the doors handle manically it let out a rattling sound, but it refused to open.