Yes, the smell was there, but I wasn't at a hospital; I was home. I see stitches covering my arms and legs. Whatever happened, it was big. I can hear someone breathe in deeply, Ilook over and see Georgia asleep in a chair. I wait a few moments, processing my situationand guessing how long my vocal chords have been out of commision.
"Georg...ia?" I manage to at least get that much out. I've been out for quite a while. Her head bolts immeadiately.
"Ethan?"
I slowly nod and she quickly stands up, leans against the bed for a moment for stability, and then comes up and hugs me.
"I thought you'd never wake up," she says with tears in her eyes.
"How long was I out?" I ask fearing the answer.
"You've been unconscious for weeks," she tells me. I lean my head back down on the pillow and let that seep in.
"The only times you talked was to either to scream in pain," she paused for a moment, shuddering, "and to speak in gibberish." I looked at her and thought of any languages that I know that she doesn't.
"Did you get any recordings?" I ask, having an idea what it may have been. She nods but doesn't leave my side. She put a hand on my face and her thumb rubs my cheek.
"You've been gone for so long. I've missed you." I suddenly get the sneaking suspicision that something bad has happened or happening.
"What's going on?" I ask hesitantly. I looked past her and my eyes adjusted to the dark room around me. All over the walls, were pictures of me. Pictures of me with the kids,Christmas, vaction, in uniform, everthing. Even some I don't even remember taking. Then there's one, just one, that I know I wasn't aware of. I am laying in the hospital bed, tubes everywhere. Not only is Georgia there, crying her poor heart out, but someone else as well. He was wearing a brown trench coat, a dark navy blue button-up shirt and vest, slacks, and kinda messy brown hair that reminded me of my brother.
"Is that...?" She looks over at the picture I was referring to, and says:
"The Doctor came to visit you. He did something to your blood pump and heart monitor. None of the other doctors or nurses know what he did to you. He told me that two weeks from that day, that you'd wake up. Also that you'd start regenerating and you will gain two hearts." Just after she told me this, I coughed up a golden dust-like substance.
"After a few days, make me some tea," is the last thing I manage to say before I slip back into unconsciousness.
