Flatline

Chapter 2: Hospital

Justin's POV

My eyes slowly cracked open.
"He's awake!" I heard someone faintly say.
I squint at the bright lights hovering above my hospital bed, "Justin honey, do you know where you are?" I heard from someone I believe was a nurse.
I hesitate and let the words mumble out of my mouth, "the hospital."
"Good, he knows where he is." I listened to the nurse as she spoke to someone else.
I try to turn my head to see who it is, but I flinch at the stabbing pain. The nurse shoots me a glance and rushes over, "Justin please relax, you hurt your neck pretty bad in the accident, don't strain your neck even more."
'Accident.' I replayed that familiar word in my head, until it hit me.
My breath quickened, as I heard the beeps from my heart rate machine escalate.

Three nurses rushed in, trying to hold me from squirming around even more than I was already.
Another rushes in and asks "What's wrong Justin?"
I try to catch my breath, but right now that seems impossible. I manage to spit out the words "W-where's Shayley?" The nurses faces fall emotionless. "Justin, don't worry she's fine, now get some rest." "Are you sure she's okay, I- can I see her?" A different nurse sighed.
"Justin it would really be a great idea to just get some rest." She said. Ultimately I was too weak to fight back, I obeyed and closed my eyes.
Suddenly falling into a deep sleep.

Shayley's POV

All I saw was darkness, except for a light far, far away. I stare at the light, confused. That's until the light slowly creeps closer. I turn and try to run, but my feet are stuck, almost as there glued to the floor. I decide not to fight it, I turn back and look at the light. Now not very far. I stare, almost intimidating it. It gets faster, I'm soon engulfed by light.
I scream. Panicking. Then someone touches my shoulder and violently shakes it, I almost forgot about all the pain I felt at that point. I shoot open my eyes and sit up. Grasping for air, I wheeze and cough. Nurses circle and crowd around me, putting something on my nose. I quickly feel the air entering my body. Full of relief I lay back down and try to relax.
Then the pain I forgot about quickly resurfaced. I twitch and flinch. I try to curl up in a ball, as a result of the shooting pain in my stomach. My legs hurt like hell and I glanced down at them. I cringe at the casts. "Broken legs?" I said to myself silently in my head. I go to touch them and discover my arms are as well, fully casted. I try to look away but I'm stopped by the great majority of pain in my neck. I close my eyes for a second and try to relax myself, as I hear someone speaking softly, "She's in very critical condition, it doesn't look good for her." Were they talking about me? My heart rate quickened, the thought of me dying now scares the shit out of me. I panicked. And before my eyes closed, I caught a glimpse of my mother standing in the doorway. Falling apart, as the doctors rush in.
No pain could compare to that.