I woke up in a dull coloured room in a place that smelled like disinfectant and soap.
My arm itched and I tried to scratch it but something was covering the itchy part. IV pump, I guess...
The sheets of the bed I was laying on were white and made a ton of noises when I moved around.
Am I in hospital?
I got up and realized I was wearing nothing but the hospital robe. My own clothes were washed and neatly folded on the chair on the opposite end of the room.
I sat back down and tried to remember why I had been taken here. I closed my eyes and concentrated so hard trying to find a single memory that could explain all this.
All I could dig from the depths of my memories was a crushed heart and the feeling of deep, brutal need to die.
As I tried again, I heard the door open.
Dr. Kim, I read from the name plate of a young doctor who had just stepped in.
"Good morning, Mark." He smiled. "How are you feeling?"
"Pretty good. What's going on?" I raised my brows.
The doctor's smile faded a bit. He didn't respond right away, instead, he walked to my bed and started checking everything.
"Excuse me, but what happened?" I asked again.
Dr. Kim looked me right into my eyes.
"You and Mr. Wang were brought here yesterday. You don't need to worry, you seem to be quite well." He spoke calmly.
Mr. Wang... Wang..
My eyes widened, suddenly all the memories were rushing in, overwhelming me.
The graphic pictures of my dead fianceé were flooding my brain, making me sick and terrified. His blank, white face was permanently stuck to my memories and all I could do was to burst out in violent cries.
That son of a bitch, complete fucking reject of a human being Chris-
"Hey, hey everything is okay, you're safe." Dr. Kim held my hand and continued to speak calmly. "No one can hurt you anymore, you're completely safe here, okay?"
I took a deep breath to calm myself down, before asking; "Is he- is he here? Jackson?"
Doctor Kim's grip on my hand got tighter.
I don't think I want to hear the answer.
I already know, he is dead.
