It was cold. You were laying on something comparable to plywood, and you were cold.
It felt like there was a weight on your chest, something was irritating your wrist, and your ankle was itching to be scratched.
Your lips felt dry, and your eyelids were crusted over with sleep so it was hard to open them.
All you could think about was a girl in a white sundress beneath a sunset that could put the prettiest of bouquets to shame. The last thought you had was of waking up next to iher/i.
You smiled to yourself at the image of her. She was so beautiful, and she often told you exactly what you wanted to hear. She had been yours for as long as you could remember. You had grown up together. Her family had been your family. You loved her.
You were finally able to open your eyes, and immediately afterwards, wished that you hadn't. The room was bright and pale, and your head was spinning.
"Oh thank god you're awake, you scared the hell out of me, Carm."
Your brows bunched together painfully, your entire body aching, as you turned your head to face the person behind the voice. A woman was standing at the foot of your bed, a cup of coffee held numbly between her white fingers, her lips cracked and peeling. You couldn't help but think this woman looked like she had been through a lot. She was beautiful though.
You opened your mouth to speak, immediately thinking of something to say to try and respond to her in the only way you knew how. She had to be your doctor, after all she was in scrubs and a lab coat, and she knew your name.
"I didn't know doctors could be so hot." You say even though it sounds like you had swallowed a handful of glass.
She rolled her eyes, the pallor of her face not changing as she moved closer to the bed, sitting down in the chair next to your head. She reached for your hand, as you dumbly stared at her fingers wrapping around yours. You were confused; this wasn't Grey's Anatomy.
You pulled your hand away, even though the touch of her skin felt familiar. "Have you seen my girlfriend?" You asked, wondering if she was off work yet. What time of the day was it even? Why were you even in the hospital to begin with?
The woman's face mirrored yours in confusion. "Girlfriend?"
Before you could say anything else, another doctor entered the room, this one a bit taller than the one sitting next to you, with a shock of red hair, and a big smile. "Oh fantastic, you're awake!"
You nod slowly, confused as to why these doctors were nowhere as professional as they should be. "Why am I here? What happened to me?"
The red head grabbed the clipboard from the end of your bed and started writing something into it, looking pointedly at the girl beside you. You looked over at her, hoping she would give you the answer you were looking for.
She looked at you, her eyes soft and sad. "You were in a car accident three nights ago."
You sucked in a breath, taking in the cast on your arm and leg.
"You've broken your left leg and arm, and suffered some swelling in your frontal lobe." The red headed doctor continued.
You nodded slowly, "Okay, I have one question though."
"And I might have an answer for you." The red head said, placing the clipboard back on the bed.
"Has anyone notified my girlfriend yet?"