Panic ✥Kiss Me Sequel✥

CHAPTER 3

Third person POV

Sometimes dreams can save people's lives, in this case, it did.

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As soon as Calum blinked opened his eyes pain rushed through his body, but at least he felt something, because he hadn't been able to for awhile.

His head pounded as he tried to sit up, being held down by velcro straps, his vision was blurred by white as he fumbled with his shaking fingers. Confusion rushed through his aching brain.

He undid the Velcro straps as he regained vision, he was surrounded by monitors and wires, he was in a hospital of some sort. Maybe he had got a sick headache and checked himself into the hospital. He pushed a hand back into his hair that seemed longer. And without thinking, ripped the IV's out of his arm, as if he hadn't walked in months, he tried to stand, failing, so he took his monitor he was still attached to with him.

Calum was in a hospital dress, dazed, wondering out of his room, just so he could find a calendar. On the right side of the wall it said October 2014. Calum scrunched his eyebrows, flicking through the calendar with one hand, holding his attached monitor with the other. All of the previous says we're scratched off. It was the 9th of October. How could it be?!

Panicked, and still with shaking hands that he couldn't stop, he moved on down the hall. He couldn't remember checking himself into the hospital, and he couldn't remember why he would have done it, if only he could get some Advil to make the stupid headache go away.

He made it to the lobby without a doctor noticing some random kid wandering around a hospital, what good care they take of their patients.

Calum was taken away from his thoughts by a tall boy standing in front of him, on the verge of tears, for a moment he just stood there frozen, thinking: Get the fuck out of my way I need to find a god damn nurse to find out what the hell is wrong with my head.

But then the boy put his arms around him, and he remembered, Luke, and him dead, and burning tickets. Calum thought he was hugging a ghost.

"You were gone." Luke said chocking back tears, "Calum they were on their way to unplug you."

But still, he showed no sign of emotion, frozen in shock until he finally spoke. "You died Luke, you were gone, and now I wake up with this killer head ache and your back, Luke what is going on?" He wrapped his arms around the younger boy.

"You fell Calum, remember, that night where I messed up the directions, you got so nervous that I got kidnapped or something, you stood up and started having an attack, you slipped and hit your head, it's been 8 months."

Calum tried to process the information, but he couldn't, his head was seriously going to explode.

When he started looking pale again, Luke rushed to find a nurse before it happened all over again.

Before Calum knew it, he was back in the goddamn hospital room.

"Listen carefully Calum, I know this might be a whole lot, but everything you might have thought had happened in the past 8 months, didn't." The nurse said, "You have had 3 seizures while you were in your coma state, diagnosed with a brain contusion, otherwise known as TMI, and a brain tremor, the cause of your shaking hands, they most likely wont stop, and I think it's best if you stay here for another week, and then after some serious physical therapy. If you have any questions about the outside world, it's best if you ask him." She pointed to Luke.

"This is a lot, but get some rest Calum, it's a brand new world out there that you have yet to experience." She smiled.