Broken Without You

Chapter 5: Brendan

The last thing I remember after I blacked out, was waking up in a perfectly white room. The walls were white, the floor, the ceiling. It was a shiny, smooth material. It made me sick. It almost hurt my eyes. I was laying in a hospital bed, my right arm was in a white cast that matched the rest of the room. My hair had been combed back off my face. I was wearing a light blue shirt and black shorts. I was in one corner of the room. Right in front of me, there was an open door that revealed a toilet and a sink. On my right was a machine that was beeping. Past that was a mirror. I had seen something like this before. I knew that people were looking in at me. Aside from that, there was nothing else more interesting to look at, except for a very green potted plant in the last corner of the room. The room was very plain, very simple.

A surge of pain went through my arm. I looked over. When I fell, I must have broken it. Whatever happened, it hurt, but at least I was getting it healed.

About fifteen minutes went by. It was almost like torture, with the only sound being the beeping almost in my ear. I couldn't even get out of my bed, because I was tied very tightly to it.

The only thing that kept me sane was imagining breaking out of this prison.

A part of the wall moved, revealing a bright hallway, made of fancy wood and carpet. A man with dark brown hair walked in, holding a tray full of steak, salad, and a variety of different fruits. He sat down in a chair next to my bed, and began to feed me. I guess whoever had captured me wanted to keep me alive. After a few bites of steak, I was able to gulp an entire water bottle. I hadn't noticed how thirsty I was until I saw it.

Once the meal was done, the man left, and my stomach felt very good. Warm, and full. As soon as the man left, a woman came in. She pulled out a needle and slowly put it into my arm. I immediately fell asleep.

When I woke up, the room still looked the exact same. However I was now wearing a red shirt, instead of the blue one from yesterday. The fact that someone had changed me while I was sleeping made me a little nauseous, but I got over it.

After about half an hour, the same man from yesterday came in, but this time with a large stack of pancakes, covered in a thick pool of syrup. There was also waffles, a bowl of cereal, and some steaming rolls. Along with that was all sorts of jams, cremes and jelly. Anything you would ever imagine you would put on a roll. There was also some fruit slices.

Same as last time, as soon as I finished eating, someone came in and drugged me, making me sleep again. However this time, unlike the dreamless sleep before, I had a very strange dream. It was very vivid. I was standing in front of the school. It was on fire. An airplane flew overhead, and before I realized it, the airplane was planning to fly into the school.

Just as I was about to turn and run, I heard the voices of Quinn, and the others. I tried to run for them, but I couldn't. My legs were frozen. I saw Quinn let out a tear. I woke up in a sweat.

When I woke up, I noticed a few things. The rope that was tightening me before was now gone. The cast on my arm was also gone, but there was something strange. It looked perfectly fine. I could move it, no pain. In fact, it seemed bigger than before, as if the muscles had grown. Steroids? I hoped not. My football team was very strict about things like this.

There was also a table of food on the wall. On one side was a dozen or so pizza slices, a large water bottle, and a bunch of other foods. On the other side of the table was full of cakes, pies, and ice cream.

I heard my stomach grumble, and within about ten minutes, most of the food was gone. Wow, I never knew I could eat this much.