The Day of The Escape

VII. Devil's Deeds.

Devil’s Deeds

Brett Lincoln never came and neither did my strength. I sat under that tree for a good two hours until a nice, heavy-set Italian man saw me half-dead, half-purple, completely drenched under that tall oak. When he first came running up to me he asked me with a surly voice why I was alone and if I was severely injured and- I didn’t catch the rest. When my body realized that I was no longer alone it shut down. The gifts of seeing, hearing, emotions, memories, all faded into a blackhole of swirling misery of which in turn I could not feel. The world was no longer a known factor or an important matter in my nearly lifeless body. It felt over.

I have no clue how the sequence of events after that moment took place, but I woke up dazed- the feeling of skinny snakes on my face and arms. It wasn’t over. The light first had blackness running through it, but got clearer with each blink. Before I knew it I was looking up at a bright white ceiling. Slowly my sense of sound came to life- starting with a soft beep, then shuffling aroused to my left far away. The beeping got louder and the sounds of a deep cough paired with it. My fingertips started to move next, wiggling slightly. Movement coursed up through my arms and then down my body before reaching my neck and head. My sense of touch came with this- smooth, soft blankets engulfed me, but they also felt slightly paper-y, warm air surrounded me, and a feather light pillow gently cradled my head.

I took a look around at the small hospital room and let my eyes fall gently on the heartbeat monitor. I watched it bounce, listened to it beep. It was so intoxicating, but it also made my stomach churn.

I sat myself up slowly, careful not to pull on any of the wires injected in my arm and looked around for a quick second before placing my hand up on my face. No.

I pushed on the button to buzz in some nurses, who probably had no idea what was coming to them. I frantically pushed the button over and over again before the door swung open and three nurses jogged in with worried faces.

I glared over at them and their newly smiling faces when they realised I was ‘just buzzing to inform them I was awake’. Oh did they have it wrong.

“Get me out of here!” I screamed and all of their faces dropped as they hurried over to me, “I’m perfectly fine you know! I don’t need this!” I pointed up to the wire that ran from my left nostril, along my cheek, and behind my ear.

Two of the nurses were busy- one paging a Doctor I assume and the other working with my different monitors. The last of the three was by my side looking at me intentively- I snapped at her, “Get this off of me!”

“Please- I know it’s hard,” she spoke sweetly, but I didn’t care, “You just have to trust us, okay? You are in bad health and need it for your own sake.”

I growled slightly at her words and put my hand to the wire to rip it out myself, but her cold fingertips stopped me, “Please.” Her hazel eyes looked into my widened ones and they got me to stop. They reminded me of Brett’s eyes and my mind focused on him for the time being- making my heart rate only rise slightly above normal and allowed my body to loosen. I fell back on the bed with my hands placed at my sides, “Okay.”

The door opened again and in came a Doctor- hair slightly gray from stress and eyes of tiredness that vividly spoke out to me.

The Doctor placed a file on a small table to my left and walked over to me, “Hi.”

“Hi.” I spoke softly.

“I’m Doctor Kenneth.” he said and sat down on a short little stool by my bed.

I smiled lightly and nodded.

He cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses, “This is going to sound like an odd question- but do you know your name?”