Charlie opened his eyes in a cold sweat. His world was spinning, he saw the car crash, his ride to the hospital, that one lady, Nurse Johnson… no Jackson, Nurse Jackson, promising him everything would be alright, even though deep down he knew it wouldn't. He looked around him, he was in the same hospital they had wheeled him into, he could see signs, Ocean Park Hospital Cares. Ocean Park Hospital Blood drive. He looked around, realizing how empty the place was. He walked up to the desk.
"Hello!" he yelled, his voice echoing, "anybody?"
No response.
"Oh my god," he gasped, leaning back, covering his eyes. He was dead, well… maybe not dead, but dying, definitely dying. This was his in-between.
"I can't do anything here!" he moaned.
No a voice called off in the distance You can do ANYTHING here.
"Really?" Charlie asked.
No Response.
"Let's try this," he giggled. He snapped his fingers and a GIANT television appeared out of nowhere. He sat down and gasped as the violent game his dad wouldn't let him have turned on.
Charlie played the games for hours before he was interrupted by voices. He recognized them, they belonged to his parents.
"This is all YOUR fault!" His mom hissed in a hushed whisper.
"Look! I'm sorry I didn't know that this would happen!" His dad shot back.
"Guys! Wait! Please don't argue! I'm here! I'm ready! I just need your help!" Charlie yelled.
"It should be you in that coma!" He heard his mom yell.
"No! Mom! Wait!" Charlie yelled, but it was too late, he could tell she was gone. He put his forehead up against the wall and started to sob. "Mom, dad, I'm here, I'm ready I just need you," he whispered to himself.