My Waitress (NOT EDITED)

Chapter 36

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"Nicole."

I hear slow, steady beeping to my left. Light cool air hits my face from above. I attempt to fully open my eyes but a bright light seeps through my eyelids. I squint and open them more slowly, blinking a few times in the process. I stare up at a blurry tile ceiling. I try to move but I barely can. The least I can do is wiggle my toes and fingers at the slightest. But I can barely even feel my fingers and toes. Matter of fact, I can't feel my legs or my left arm. My right arm feels weak and heavy. Though it's resting on something soft. I avert my eyes from the ceiling and gaze at my right arm. It's bandaged from my wrist up. I notice my hand bruised and dashed with cuts. It's slightly sinking on a white surface. I realize I'm laying down on a bed. I look at my left arm. It's in a big white cast that's hanging from the ceiling. So is my left leg. My right leg is laying on the bed, bandaged up with dried up blood stains all around. Wires are attached from my body to IV tubes. I spot the heart monitor in the back.

"Nicole."

There's that name again. Have I heard that somewhere before? It sounds familiar, but I can't recall where. I stare back at the ceiling. How did I end up here in a hospital? What happened before I got here? I can't even think. My head throbs. Let's also add the ringing that's been playing in my ears ever since I woke up. I can't hear anything else besides that and the heart monitor. I can barely see anything, but the more I blink the more my vision is clearing for some reason. I begin to count the tiles on the ceiling. 1... 2... 4...

My eyes lower past the ceiling to what's ahead of me. A man stands in front of the bed, gripping the railing. He wears a worrisome look on his face. He's mouthing something.

"Nicole." So he's been calling that name. It's annoying. Am I Nicole? Must be. I examine his worrisome face. The last thing I look at is his eyes. It's so... blue. Like the ocean. Ocean blue eyes. Malachi's...

My bracelet. The diner. Ethan. Gun. Mr. Matthew. Run. Light... Light was the last thing I saw.

My eyes widen. All of my memories rush back into my mind. My breathing speeds up. I hear the heart monitor beeping faster and faster. Scenes flash before me. I see a gun pointing to my head. Mr. Matthew on the floor. Blood. Screams. The car.

The ringing stops but the panicking starts. In the bright light on the ceiling I can see multiple hands reaching for my face. One specfic hand is trying to reach for my neck.

"NO!" I scream out loud. "GET AWAY!" I twist and turn my body to avoid the hands.

"Get extra nurses!" An unfamiliar voice yells. "Help me hold her down! Give her another dose to calm her!"

"NO!!" I hear a door swinging wide open. Hands grab my shoulder and pin me to the bed. Their touches feel like poison to me. I scream. I twist and turn my body more, but more hands pin my legs.

"Don't fucking touch me!!!" I hiss. It hurts so much. It's like my arms and legs are burning from the inside, especially my left leg and arm in the casts.

"Give her the dose, NOW!" Another hand holds my head down. Then something pinches the side of my neck. A cold liquid runs through my veins, and all of a sudden the pain is no more.

"Stop..." My body stops moving on its own and relaxes. It lays on the bed like a puppet. My eyelids grow heavy and close but I don't black out. Instead, I lay there, drowsy to the bone, unable to move. I listen to the voices around me.