His Little Play Thing

Unwanted Visit

A loud beeping brings you to awaken. You aren't sure what time it is, nor where you are.

All you know is that your head is pounding so loud you feel as though it's cracked open to allow your brain to ooze out of any opening it has access to. You aren't fully awake however, you're in an in-between state, everything is muted and muffled but you're awake and coherent enough to hear and partially process everything going on around you.

"Will she be okay?" You hear a woman's broken voice ask.

"Yes. The injuries she's acquired were far worse than we had originally anticipated" a man replies.

"How bad?" You hear the woman cry, and your heart goes out to her. Whatever it is must not be good.

"Well she fractured two of her ribs, she has a mild concussion and as for the blood loss? She's lucky to still be alive. Had she lost any more she surely would not have made it"

Who are they talking about? Why are they here? Who are they? Where the hell am I?

"You should thank this man for getting her in when he did"

The woman scoffs. "Thank him? THANK HIM? He hit my little girl. This is his fault" her voice breaks and she breaks down into shattering sobs.

"From what I've heard your daughter was driving on the wrong side of the road. Charges could be made against her"

Laugher rings out around the room.

"Oh please! She's a very safe driver. I'm sure he-" there was a long pause before she speaks again. "I'm sure he's just stretching what really happened"

A different voice joins the fray, a voice in which sounds familiar.

"She had been on the wrong side, however I could have possibly been able to pull away in time, had we not been going so fast. I take a part of the blame and I will not press charges"

Another snotty laugh, "Oh well aren't you the hero"

You stir, fighting back a wave of nausea you fumble your hands around, gripping for anything you can grab onto. Your eyes creak open slowly to reveal a bright white ceiling above you. It takes you a few long moments to steady your breathing, and to wipe the blurriness from your eyes. Once you do you rotate your head to see three figures standing a few feet from you. The beeping grows louder and you look down to see a needle poking into your hand. You follow the cord up to see that you're connected to an IV. You glare at it as if its the worst thing in the world and grumble in annoyance. Why is this thing stuck in my hand? Once you realize you're in a hospital bed, the memories come flashing back and you're hit with yet another wave of nausea this one more severe than the last. You choke back bile and attempt to sit up, groaning when you feel the soreness of every bone in your body. You feel as though you've been tossed down a long flight of stairs thirty times or pummeled by a football team.

You hear quick footsteps and then your hand is being wrapped up into someone's soft warm palm.

When you're finally able to look up, tears spring to your eyes.

"Mom?" You croak. "Mom I-"

"Shhhh" she coaxes while rubbing her thumb across the top of your hand in reassuring circles. She sighs in relief and gives you a small smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"You're safe now. It's okay. You'll be okay" she whispers soothingly.

"What happened?"

She gives you a sympathetic smile.

"You don't remember?" She asks softly.

You shake your head slightly, careful not to jar yourself around too much.