Save the Escape

Eenie Meenie Miney Mo

I woke up with a loud, piercing ringing in my ears.

I lay on my bed again, although, not the one I assumed in my first few seconds of consciousness. Instead of in my childhood bedroom-which had the bed I rebirth into-I found myself lying in my father's bedroom or rather mine seeing as I was now once again, head of state.

It was an equally comfortable yet excessively large bed in a room that bravely matched its size with a dressing table, two reading tables, a humble sitting area for tea and a fireplace.

Although, one of the reading tables was currently in-store somewhere as I found it replaced by an IV drip stand and an EKG and rather complicated looking machine. There were a lot of wires connected to me, especially on my head.

Stripping off the wires off me I made to move. But I immediately felt something was off. I push the duvet aside and find myself rather...incapable. I look for the connection and confirm it. I was connected to a Foley catheter.

I must have been in a coma. This was bad. I must have already been declared dead by Luciano and Matthias by now. Wait, what day is it?

I search the room but there's nothing I could use to tell the time. I touched my face, it was cleanly shaven. I couldn't know from that either. But it does tell me sometime has indeed passed.

I looked about me for the nurse call button, I soon find it hanging from a cord right beside my neck. I hit the button and wait.

Within a minute I hear the trampling of feet and with quick burst into my room a team of doctors appear in front of me, a few nurses followed behind them.

"Mister President, you're awake at last," one called out with an emotion that could be read as ecstatic or shocked. Made me wonder if someone forgot to dose me with sleeping medication.

"As you can see," I say with a dreary smile, the ringing in my ears hadn't stopped and I could barely hear myself speak, "Come closer and tell me what happened to me."

The man stumbled on his words a bit and grabbed a clipboard from the end of the bed. Intent on reading it, "Ah, yes sir, you fell asleep in your office, on the couch to be precise, your secretary found something was wrong when she tried to get you to move to your suites here." He cleared his throat, nervous for some reason or the other. There was something he wasn't exactly planning on telling me.

"Ah, we don't know what exactly caused you to suddenly go into a coma, we and the Russian doctors have been working in tandem to get you conscious but you were unresponsive to everything despite the readings and tests saying you were perfectly healthy."

"Russian doctors?" I inquired, they'd be the first foreign workers in the country since it's realization.

"Ah, yes," he gestured to the line of doctors behind him and four out of the seven stepped out, highlighting themselves, "The Russian government sent these fine men and women here to assist in our efforts."

At this, I smiled. It seemed the Russian president wasn't all that bad after all. Perhaps I won't have to replace him.

"Doctor...?"

"Truman, Doctor Truman,"

"Yes, Doctor Truman, how long have I been asleep for?"
***
The doctors informed me that I'd been in a coma for approximately two weeks and that the general public was aware of my position as their president thanks to a certain reporters publication of yet another article regarding me.

A two-week incapacitation was dangerous, especially when I hadn't completely suppressed the only two men who could make a power play. The only reason I wasn't dead yet again was because of the fluke contact made with the Russian