Death In My Voice [Severe Editing Era]

Chapter 14

Hope isn't dead, it's here in my head, never forget

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       "Y/n?"

         My skull is breaking in two from insane pain. So I want to say that everyone should stop calling me because every sound is giving me a mini-explosion in my head.

       "See, she wakes up." It seems to be Wanda. Instead of words, a dull moan escapes from the throat, immediately blocked by coughing. 

        I open my eyes, and immediately a bright cold light hurts the eyes, causing an attack of vomiting. Someone helpfully gives a vase, then wipes my chin with a soft towel and draws a glass of water with some pill.

       "Y/n, can you hear us?" Without looking, I drink a bitter pill and pour half a glass into myself, almost choking. 

         I cannot recognise the voices of people. All as if delirious blurs, and remaining in ignorance. What the hell is going on? 

         "Help her sit down." Immediately, someone's strong hands pick me up under my arms and sit me down, straightening my pillow for my convenience. I find the strength to fully open my eyes and focus on the first face that arises in front of me. "Nod, if you hear and understand me." the woman's face is too close to me, and I want to turn away. I dutifully nod and close my eyes again. Before that, I have time to notice the satisfied look of the doctor, judging by the robe. 

           "A pill will take effect soon, and Miss Y/l/n can even say something." And indeed: after a few minutes, the veil on the eyes disappeared, allowing my eyes to see proper images eventually.

          "Where am I?" At first, the voice doesn't obey, but even this almost incomprehensible grunt is enough to attract the attention of Steve, Tony and the twins. They were all pale, like chalk, and avoided looking into my eyes. 

            "You're in the hospital, Y/n," after seeing my confused look, Steve continued: "Do you remember what happened the day before?"

              "Not really," Pietro flinched strangely. "I remember as I was going to the tower only, and then on to emptiness."

             "Well, it means that the memory didn't suffer," the woman bent over me and shone a flashlight in both eyes. Mrs Holmes nodded contentedly (I read the name tag on her robe), and then thrust something sweet under my tongue. 

             "You were rammed by a car at a tremendous speed," Tony's glance scared me: he just looked at one point, without blinking. "You miraculously survived."

              Just now I noticed something strange in my body. Having once again looked insane at everyone, I think, with a glance, I asked: 

             "Why don't I feel my legs?" All eyes were on me. I have become the colour of my white sheets. Regret is what I saw when I looked into the eyes of everyone in this room. I was unable to move from the fear that my fears could be confirmed. "Why are you silent?" I almost fell for a scream. No one was going to give me an answer. 

             Then I will see for myself.

            I throw off the blanket. 

            The whole body seems to be pierced by an electric current of horror, even the hair on the head has stirred. I scream briefly, from which the glass in the windows shatters. I close my mouth with my palm and break into sobs.