Hidden In Plain Sight

Waking

You never know what you have until you lose it."

I woke later that week. The room's machinery was still buzzing, except everyone was gone. There were no ghosts, and there was no Blun. I felt truly lonely for the first time in many years. It was colder than I would like it to be, I had to wrap a blanket around my bare torso, the knife wound held together with thin stitches. I tried to step up, but I stumbled and hit the floor coughing up blood. I grabbed at the IV bag and it crashed to the ground. The bed was hard, it was easier to climb up onto that and try to step, and then another, it took me five steps to reach the door, at the door, I crashed down into a sitting position the way the door was positioned made it so that you couldn't see inside the room. A nurse eventually found me, got me back into bed. I slept through the rest of the day, the rain seemed to be pounding against the window the next day I was given Crutches and an emergency button. The button would alert paramedics where I was when it was pushed. "You can go to school now Ryan, all your friends must miss you by now, a week gone. People would think your dead."