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“Clear!” a strange voice breaks my thoughts bringing with it a shot of power shooting through me, I jolt up. My mind doing circles just showing me her face. Crystal’s blood stained face. I need to find her.

“Where is she?” I say, my voice weaker than I expected, I look blankly at the white wall as I say this, taking in my surroundings and telling myself all I know. I was in a crash now; I’m in a white room. A hospital. And Crystals, not here.

“Sir. Please lie down” said a lady dressed in white, she seemed nice but I need to know where Crystal is

“Where is she?!” I say louder and more forcefully on the edge of a break down.

“Sir. Please lie down you need sleep” the doctor said with a look of worry on his face

“No!” I yell,

“I need to know if crystals ok!” the man looked up at the nurse briefly, following with relaxation flowing my body. I slowly lay down again and look up to the nurse who was squeezing some sort of liquid into a bag connected to my arm. She drugged me.

I only now notice all the machines beeping and buzzing. The heart monitor, the needles, everything.

“Please sir. Get some sleep we will explain everything when you wake again but for now you need sleep” said the nurse looking at me with pleading eyes this time I simply nodded and drifted off into a state of oblivion not thinking like before. Not dreaming, just a state of peace like nothing could hurt me for the first time in what seemed like forever, I felt safe but that one thing kept nagging at me ‘where is Crystal? Is she ok?’

My eyes open slowly to a very bright light. Blinding me for a second. Why am I here? Oh yeah I was in a crash. Where is crystal?

I slowly rise up and start to pull out the cords and plugs but instead of walking out I am greeted by a nurse

“Sir. Please get back it to the bed you’re not stable enough to walk” she said

“You said you would explain when I woke I’m awake now where is Crystal?” I spoke firmly not a sign of backing down in me

“Sir please gets back into bed I will get the doctor it’s not my place to tell you” she said her voice full of sorrow. I slowly lower myself back into the hospital bed and again wait for the doctor to come to tell me were Crystal is   

“Ah Mr Stevens, good to see you awake” said the doctor cheerily walking over to the machines the nurse had reconnected looking at the numbers and images

“Where is she?” I said again shakily but clear

“Mr Stevens could you tell me what you remember?” he said obviously avoiding the question

“I was driving home from a date with my fiancée Crystal she was going to visit her parents I just got into my car and was pulling out but I was hit by another car crystal tried to help me but the car was hit by an oncoming truck I tried to help but blacked out then I woke up her and you drugged me to put me back to sleep now where is Crystal? “I said now getting agitated

“Is that all?” he said looking at me wearily

“Yes sir that is all”

“Ok well then that’s good you go back to sleep and I will be back later to give you a cat scan and one last thing what’s the date today?”

“13th of December 2011 and can someone please tells me were Crystal is?”

“sir we don’t want to rush anything but I will tell you that today is not the 13th of December 2011 it’s the 5th of January 2012” he said sadly

“I’ve been asleep for….”

“23 days yes you were in a drug induced coma we wanted full recovery” he said turning to leave

“Excuse me but I want to know where my fiancée is, now!” I said now in a state of confusion and worry

“Mr Stevens, Crystal, she…. She was found only just alive in between your car and the truck…. She was rushed to surgery… but she... she… she had lost a lot of blood… there was really nothing we could do…. I’m sorry sir but... crystal... she passed away while in surgery.” He said sorrow flowing over his features and lacing throughout his words

“She... she’s dead?” I asked

“Yes sir I am terribly sorry” he said

“She can’t be gone. She just can’t” was all I could say the tears now free falling off my face and onto my chest

“I’m sorry sir.” Said the doctor

“SHE CAN’T!” I screamed

 “She can’t be gone, I love her”.

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