Bury A Friend :Part 1

A silent ringing

A white wave of light is the first thing my eyes take in at moments notice.

A scream is the second as it rips it's way  through my throat, scratching  at my vocal cords and out into the empty hospital room.

A nurse seconds later bum rushes her way into my room looking disheveled by my continuous noise. She holds my shoulders in attempt to calm panicking but my body doesn't respond.

Monitors that are keeping up with my vital  levels go off one by one. As my blood pressure continues to rise so does the loud beeping sound that echoes in my eardrums and invades my psyche.

I start to hit my head in attempt to calm the sound that eagerly erupts throghtout my minds eye at an alarming place.

"Nononono dont do that-give me your hands "-

The nurse pleads goes deaf to my ears as the beeps are walls that can't be penetrated and block all outside affirmations. Tears begin to collect themselves down my cheeks one by one and staining the sheets below.

"Make it turn off!!" I scream but it's still does off blaring off the walls of the room.

"Turn it off !!!" I say again but still nothing happens like I'm just talking to myself.

"I need backup!! At room 402!!" The nurse shills into an intercom.

Her voice hurts my ears too.

A group of disgruntled looking nurses both men and women bundle around me incasing my bed

Like a wild animal they all watch me waiting for any violent eruptions and the opportunity to pounce for sedation.

The sight of them does calm me a bit  as I feel my breathing begin to slow    and an utter stillness takes over my body.

But not enough as the beep still assaults my ears.

A man in long white coat makes his way through the army of nurses and stands at the side of my bed only a few feet away from me.

He was somewhat reminiscent of all the regal looking doctors I had seen in dramas. A stark contrast to what I had expected.

Balding,mid 40s-50s,slightly chubby,maybe Indian.

Oh and dark circles cant forget dark circles.

This one had dark circles but it overshadowed by moss green eyes and a defined jawline that could've been the work of botox. And a million watt smile that was currently directed my way with my right amount of stiffness to indicate he was just as uncomfortable as I was .

"Good morning "-he briefly looks at his watch-"or should I say afternoon".

He looks at me slight unease a look I'm used to being directed at only this time it's not out of disgust.

But fear what I could possibly do.

"I heard you had a bit of freakout earlier. Scared ones of nurses really bad."

He laughs as he directs his gaze to the nurse who failed at controlling my initial outburst . As if her failure at subduing me was pure comedy.

She gives a greasy smile eye cringing with sudden attention directed at her.

Now I feel bad.

He directs his attention back to me now wearing the similar grimace that the nurse was with questions that dance in his eyes.

"Do you know why your here exactly ?" The questions comes out slightly rushed like it had escaped his mouth.

However I do stop to think, how exactly had I gotten here?

I try to recall much of yesterday's events but then I realize there wasnt a yesterday.

Or a day before that

Or a day before that -

My silence opens a slot for an answer one I wasnt quite prepared for.

"You were slight coma for five days. U had to be put on a breathing machine for two of those days. -"

"Why ?" Is all that comes out more to myself than anyone.

Some of the nurses look at me and then back the docter who wears the face of tired man. One who didn't want to answer the question and one who didn't want to face my reaction.

With deep breath of air he finds it in himself to explain"Well this might be alarming as it very clear you don't remember much. But there's no way I can put this more albeit nicely."

He looks down at his shoes for a moment before landing the final blow to my already aching head.

"You drowned yourself in you schools pool. You were estimated to be under the water for at least 4 minutes. Its miracle your still here."

The sudden wave still comes in thresh holds. Taking a hold of my body and shoving into the down under.

Spots of black take over my vision before the full canvas does.

I vaguely replay a memory of eyes that found their way to mines before I surrendered myself to water as my body could no longer keep me up .

And the smile that crossed her face when I fully submerged under.