Dancing in Paris

A bright light shone in my eyes, I wasn't sure where I was. I looked around, blank faces stared at me, I tried to make out details of them but there was nothing. Bright red curtains were surrounding me, and a polished wooden floor under my feet. A figure stood between the curtains, I recognized it. But who it was, I did not know. Suddenly the lights became less blinding, and the figure began to move. It bent in all sorts of ways as it pranced across the wooden floor, never staying in one place for too long. One second it was on the floor, rolling and bending. The next it was standing, jumping through the air. I was so mesmerized by the movement, I hadn't noticed when the figure was right in front of me.

The face was a blur, even though we were face to face. It was trying to say something, but all I heard was static. Suddenly a bright light surrounded me, I tried yelling out to the figure but it just faded into the light. My head started to spin so I closed my eyes, fear shuddered through my body. Suddenly I felt as though I was laying down, my head felt fuzzy, and I opened my eyes. A white-tiled roof lay before me, and I was laying in a bed. I could hear a distant beeping along with a muffled voice. A weight fell on my hand, I wanted to look at what it was but my body felt so heavy. Where am I?

A figure made its way into my view, pulling me out of my thoughts. The figure was a woman, one of which I've known since birth. I then realized the weight on my hand was her, holding my hand. I tried my best to squeeze it, though it was weak, she smiled at the action. Suddenly the door was opened and two men walked in one in a white button-up dress shirt, and the other in a white coat. The first came around the side of the bed to where my mother was, after closer inspection, I realized it was my father. The other man went around to the other side, I turned my head in his direction to watch what he was doing.

The man was looking at a screen and was tapping on a bag of water that was hanging, turns out it was connected to me. How did I not notice that? The beeping was coming from a screen that Had lines going across it, the lines were spiking in certain spots. A heart rate monitor. A sudden realization came to me, I was in a hospital. I began to panic, and questions started swarming my brain like a wildfire. Why am I here? How long have I been here? What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything? Why does my body feel so heavy?

The doctor seeming to notice my distress decided to finally speak up. "Hello Paris, I am Doctor Marco." He smiled, "I understand you have many questions right now, but we will get to those later. First, we need to run a few tests on you to make sure you're all good." I nodded, not trusting my voice. If I even have one. A few nurses came in to help out with the tests, taking my blood, my temperature, asking how I was feeling, stuff like that.

When the Doc finally deemed me 'Okay' we finally got to the questions nagging me. So far I've learned that I've been asleep for a long time, that I've been in some sort of accident, and that I'm going to have amnesia for a few days. With a bit of help, I was sitting up in the hospital bed, in a very uncomfortable and revealing outfit. My parents were sitting in guest chairs, and the doc was sitting in a swivel chair. I cleared my throat before attempting to talk, even though I was given water my voice was still hoarse.

"So, doc.." I began, "What happened to me?"

I decided to start with the most obvious question, and probably the most important. After all, I'm pretty sure 'When can I get some food?' Isn't very on topic here. "Well," Dr. Marco began, "You were in a car accident, a T-bone to be exact. And you've been in a coma for about 4 months now." I knew that was coming but I still wasn't prepared for it. When I was told I had been asleep for awhile I thought it would have been a few days, maybe a week at most. But four months!? What the hell?

I looked down at my hands in my lap, more questions came to my mind. Was anyone with me? Did I hit someone or did someone hit me? Was the person in the other vehicle okay? Is my car completely ruined? Doctor Marco's voice brought me out of my thoughts, I noticed teardrops on my hands. When did I start crying? "Now I know its hard, but you just have to bear with us here." I nodded, and he continued, "The person in the other vehicle died at the scene, they had ran a red light and went right into the side of your car. No one else was injured." At that, I felt relief flood over me, yet dread still boiled in my stomach. Someone died.