I sat stark upright, breathing heavily, my mind was rushing, the searing pain which I had had seconds before felt pulsing throughout my body was now nothing more than a dull ache, I felt dizzy and had to prop myself up on an arm, as my vision came into focus I could see I was in a pure white room. I was lying on a white hospital bed, which had been pushed against an equally white wall, this was scary, no one else was here, I was all alone.
"Hello?" I called, hoping Adrian would pop out from somewhere and yell surprise, but no, there was no response. I swung my legs off the side of the bed only to feet a sharp pain in my forearm, I glanced at it, pulling the sharp needle which was filled with a green liquid from my arm and slipped out of the bed. I fell to the floor with a thud, I looked around again, checking no one was watching before attempting to stand again with no luck, what had happened to me? I couldn't even stand up! Maybe I had been in a coma for ages after the crash and lost the use of my legs, I wondered. Using my arms as a mode of transport I dragged myself over to the door, even the window had frosted white glass, someone here had a serious liking for the color white.
If I was going to reach the door handle which was just out of reach I would have to stand, shuffling around on the floor I started to rub my legs and get some feeling into them, after a while I found I could move my them slightly, although they were not strong enough to support my body,
"What's the use?" I sigh, these legs are useless, in the corner of my eye, is that? I shuffle a little more, yes! It's a wheelchair, this will be fine, my arms are working perfectly. With some difficulty I manage to haul myself into the, again, white wheel chair and take a deep breath, if I was going to find out what was going on I was going to have to do it alone.
The door opened silently and I wheeled myself out being careful to close it behind me in case someone walked past, you've seen it in all the spy movies, the biggest give away that they've escaped is that the door is wide open. I looked around at the bare walls, these were also plain white, at least the floor was a pale blue. For a hospital this was very empty, you would expect it to be full of sick people and there to be people visiting, but no, silence. There wasn't even any flowers or cards in my room, which was strange, I have loads of people who would be there waiting for me to wake up; Mum, Charlie, Alex, my friends...Adrian would be there. Waiting for me to come back to him.
Behind me I heard footsteps, I quickly turned a circle in the chair and faced the direction the noise was coming from, the footsteps grew louder as a young man dressed in a lab coat and shiny black shoes rounded the corner. He stopped dead, staring me right in the eye, the clipboard which had previously been gripped in his hands was now on the floor. He gasped and pointed to me,
"You, You..." He mumbled, in shock then grabbed a walkie-talkie clipped onto his belt and brought it to his mouth.
"She's awake." He whispered, dropping his arm to his side.