The Evil Inside

1. Eyes Wide Closed

     When he first opened his eyes, the man had no idea what was going on. The lights were rather bright, but considering that he was on his back it was easy to deduce that he was in bed. As his eyes slowly began to focus, the man was surprised to see that he had a cast on his arm. It took a few moments for him to finally realize that he was in a hospital. There was a bandage on his head, but that wasn't the worst of it as he looked down at his legs only to realize one of them was also in a cast. He looked down at the arm with out a case, and on his wrist there was a tag that had a name on it: John Doe.

     That's a weird name, he thought to himself, but it was something to work with for now. John tried sit up but he didn't have the energy. This led him to think that the lack of energy and muscle might suggest he had been staying at this hospital for quite some time. He took a deep breath and just tried to relax. It was apparent John wasn't going anywhere, especially on one leg so there was no immediate need for him to hop out of bed. He soon realized that he didn't even need to go to the bathroom as there was some rather uncomfortable tubes hooked up to his privates. This was also a big hint to how long he might have been in this building. He didn't get here yesterday and it was this point where John finally discovered a new problem. He couldn't remember why he was there or anything else for that matter. He had no recollection of anything. It was like someone had erased every video from the hard drive of his brain. The blank void that remained frustrated John a great deal as he couldn't remember what event caused him to be in this bed. It was one thing to lose a few hours, but for John there was nothing. It was going to be a long day if he didn't get someone to talk to very soon.

     Suddenly there was a sound. The door had swung opened and John watched as a pretty cute nurse casually walked in, checked his charts, and even started talking to him.

     "And how are we doing this morning, Mr. Doe?" she asked.

     "I've been better," John confessed, "How are you?"

     After hearing what John had said, the nurse screamed and jumped as if someone had crept up behind her. Clearly she wasn't expecting him to answer and even saying a word gave her a fright.

     "Holy shit!" she yelled as she backed away from the bed.

     "Are you alright, ma'am?" John asked.

     "I'm sorry," The nurse said, taking a deep breath. "I'm alright. You stay there, and I'll be right back."

     The nurse bolted into the hallway and her response was another clue to John as to how long he had been residing in this hospital. When the nurse walked in, clearly she wasn't expecting someone to talk back to her. It gave John the indication that he wasn't just in an accident but that he had just woken up from being in a rather decent coma.

     A few minutes later, the doctor came into the room to examine him. John could see the surprise on his face too. The doctor was likely thinking that the nurse was pulling a joke on him, but there he was: wide eyed and ready to talk.

     "What's up doc?" John called out.

     The doctor didn't respond at first and instead choose to look at his eyes doing various tests with a small flashlight. "Things look all right. Tell me Mr. Doe, do you know where you are?"

     "I assume this is a hospital." John answered.

     "That is correct." The doctor replied. "Do you remember how you got here? What happened before you opened your eyes?"

     "I'm afraid not." John answered.

     "What's the last thing you can remember?" the doctor asked.