It's really short. and I don't even think I shoudl publish it, but I guess even this deserves a change. if it's not liked, it will be removed.
How to start again?
The last thing he recalled was sitting in his car and seeing that the light had turned green, he had pressed the gas. So how was he now laying in a bed, feeling all numb.
"I see you have finally woken up. How are you feeling?" he grunted. He felt dizzy, but he still tried to sit up. "No, don't get up. You have suffered a blow to your head, so you may feel a bit disoriented, plus the pain medication you are on. It's better if you just rest calmly". He frowned and turned his head to look at the doctor. It was some guy with long black hairs and empty eyes, having a serene aura.
"Who are you?" the guy smiled softly
"I'm your doctor. You can call me Ashura if you want to". He snorted.
"So doc, what the heck am I doing here?". There was a brief shadow crossing over the doctors face.
"Don't you remember what happened?" he was silent for a moment, prying his memory to reveal something, but nothing came up.
"Just that I was in a car. What happened?" he asked again, glaring the guy who with held information. The doctor sighed.
"So you have slight amnesia. But that is normal after incidents like this." he was getting pissed, what the heck was the doc's problem
"Just spit out what's going on"
"Fine. You were in an intersection, when a motorcycle hit you." it felt like the room temperature dropped. A flash returned to him. There was a screeching sound, he could see movement in the corner of his eyes, but it was too late for him to do anything. Then there was even louder bang, pain as sharp and white as laser, and then nothing.
"What happened to the driver?" the doctor was silent a long time.
"He wasn't as lucky as you..." he lowered his gaze down. But then anger lifted it's head.
"What was he thinking, he must have drove against red light!" the doctor sighed.
"You are right. But he had reasons."
"What do you mean?"
"His brother is another patient of me. He was injured, and he drove like that because he was hurrying to see his brother."
It hurt. The pain emitted throughout his body, feeling like something would be clawing and tearing him apart from inside. He tried to curl up, and only then did he realize his hand wasn't working. For a moment, it pushed the pain away
"The hell...what is.." the pain returned, and he also felt panic rising inside him "my hand...My hand!" desperately he tried to get it moving, but nothing happened. Tears pricked his eyes and he tried to get up, he needed to get out, if he could get out of here, he would surely wake up and find he was safely home, and all this was just a bad dream. There was a hand on his shoulder, trying to press him down, he swung his hand wildly, hitting something and hearing a grunt, the some yelling. Then the hands were back, holding him still. "Let go! Let me go" he did everything he could do get free, hearing footsteps and knew there would be more people trying to keep him here. "I don't want to..." there was something pressed to his skin, he could barely feel it through the pain he was in, but after a short moment, the pain started to fade away. Involuntarily his muscles started to relax and he was slowly placed back against his pillows.
"This can't be..." he mumbled before the darkness enveloped him and he could escape all that had happened for a little while, before he would have to face it all and learn to live with it.
bad I know. reviewing is really the only way this will ever continue. honestly, I am hoping it is not liked, so I never have to write more. because I fear I will see something I rather leave untouched.