Beauty From Ashes

Chapter 8

Cheyenne's POV:
As the bright light flashes before my eyes, I'm suddenly shot down out of the sky back into my body. My body wakes up, and my memories of Hell are brought with me. My brain gains recollection of the entire experience, and so when I wake up, with a heavy gasp of air, my body arches up, and my eyes pry open wide just for a brief moment, and the memory I have from Hell is terrifying enough that I begin to scream in pain and sadness.

I barely have any time to catch a glimpse of my surroundings, and I can see that people are standing around me, but I am unable to fully see the look on their faces, although I can recognize that my screams are making them flinch from sheer shock. I just scream SO LOUD three times, and each one begins to sound more like a cry compared to the last one.

But before I am able to do anything else, immediately, I can just feel my body growing tired and weak after everything that's happened. It truly feels like I've been without sleep. So I slowly lie back down, and I'm FINALLY able to sleep. I have no dreams, and there was no resistance from my body to stay awake, I just instantly fell back down and began to rest. Jesus said I had to wake up, but I guess he meant for my body to wake up, while my spirit takes some time to rest and recover.

Three hours went by, but to be truthful, it honestly felt like I was asleep for 30 hours. And during my sleep, Jesus explained to me just before I finally woke up that he extended the literal time for me so that I could sleep for a day and half. Which was graciously needed, considering how I had NO sleep in Hell.
But after those 3 hours, I finally opened my eyes to see the ceiling light. It's not as bright as the Spirit light, but I still want to shield my eyes so I try to lift up my arms to hold them in front.

Although, I can't feel my arms, and I groan weakly. "Where is......."
A sense of despair and sadness strikes me when I don't see Him next to me anymore. But now, I look down to find myself in a blanket, a gown, and a hospital bed.

Confusion strikes me even faster. I'm also all wrapped up in bandages and cords, hooked up to machines, casts and tubes. When I turn my head to the left, there's a window, and I can see a parking lot full of cars and a distant city. I feel my face with my right hand, and I feel an oxygen mask on my face.
Is this for real?

I take it off, and lift my head slightly so I can look down at myself again, now being able to see everything more clearly.
I'm at a hospital?
"Wh- What happened?"

"Oh?" spoke out a soft female voice. I turn over to the right and see a grown woman in a nurse's uniform, and she looks very shocked that I'm conscious. I'm just shocked to see another..........person. Normally. Not reacting in any form of pain whatsoever. She lowers her glasses and struggles to speak. "Hmm. How uh, er- uh good...good evening. You, nearly startled me again."

I'm barely able to, but I pull myself up to sit up straight and look closely at her. I look down to see my wounds and bandages, and all of the cords attached. "W-W-Wha-? Who are you, where am I? How did I get here?!"

"You're........you're in the Mercy Graves Hospital," she said, laying down her clipboard and joining her hands facing me. "You were caught in a terrible car accident less than 50 miles from here. My-My cousin and three of his friends were driving home from a camping trip when they found you in the canyon. They called me immediately after and you've been here ever since. That was two days ago."

My eyes widened.
That.......That's right. Like, it literally took me a moment to even remember how I even got into Hell. That I was in an accident. But........as I remember being in that accident, I'm just thinking......my body ACTUALLY survived that? And it's only been that long?

Two days isn't much. But......I swear it felt like several weeks or maybe even a month had gone by while I was down there. I was so tired and confused, and they never gave me a chance to sleep. "Two days........? Wha.......?" I whispered to myself.