"Don't hurt me please…!"
"Have mercy on my soul, you monster…"
"Please! No! Get the fuck away from me!"
"Wake up… Mr. Michaels… Can you open your eyes?"
Jackson slowly opened his eyes to a bright room. Dark silhouettes standing above him were calling his name. He tried to speak but no words came out.
"Mr. Michaels, you're going to be fine. We're almost to the hospital."
"Hospital…? Why am I going to the hospital?"
Jackson moved his eyes side to side to figure out what was happening. He looked around and the figures above him became clearer. There was a blond haired woman, whose hair was pulled back into a tight bun, sitting on his left. Down by his feet, there was a man with short, brown hair looking straight at him.
"Hi, Mr. Michaels, don't worry about a thing. Your vitals are fine."
After moments of looking around he realized where he was.
"I'm in an ambulance. What happened to me?"
The vehicle came to a slow but hard stop. The back doors flung open and five nurses stood outside waiting for the gurney. While being pulled out, the medics started talking to the nurses.
"Some guy found him on the side of the road by the forest. He was passed out. There were no signs of injury or foul play."
He was pulled into the hospital and was quickly moved down the corridors to the ICU. After being taken to a free bed, they moved him off the gurney. When they did a sharp pain raced through his body and he yelled ferociously. The pain was so severe he passed out while a few nurses and doctors were racing to help him.