Wow, it's been a long time. Okay, this is short, yes, but I plan on having the next bit out within a week or so. This is a continuation of the Murky Waters verse: that story will eventually be going through revisions in order to work better with this one. I'll put notes on my profile/in here when I do so. (Letting you know up front, I have rather limited medical knowledge. Don't expect me to get things perfect, okay? ;) Hope you guys like this!
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Jumbled noise swam to his ears as if through thick cotton. A dull ache pulsed throughout his body. Faintly he could pick out the sounds of screams, the crunching of glass and metal and, permeating through it all, the panicked shouts of a young male.
"He's still in there! Please, you have to do something!"
Why was he so upset? He tried to lift his head, say something to calm the boy down. He couldn't move. His eyelids seemed glued shut. There was another sickening crunch and suddenly he was falling, falling…
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Finally he opened his eyes. The world around him was blurry, yet colorful. Feeling sick he closed them again, letting out a weak groan.
"Is he awake?"
The voice was rough and loud; Mitarai didn't recognize it. A different voice replied, more cocky and drawling.
"He's going to be awake if you don't shut up."
Well, excuse me for being worried, Urameshi. I thought I heard something this time."
There was the sound of a curtain being pulled back. Mitarai gingerly opened his eyes again; at least this time things were slightly clearer. A tall boy with red hair and a bandaged face stood in front of him, next to a shorter boy with slicked-back black hair.
"Feeling all right?" the shorter one asked with a smile. "This guy here's been worried sick about you."
Mitarai nodded silently, wracking his brains to try and figure out who these boys were- they looked like the kind of boys that would always beat him up; why would they care about him, be in his… hospital room?
"What happened?" his voice was weak and raspy. The redhead moved to the bedside table and poured a glass of water with shaking hands.
"We were… in an accident," he said, offering Mitarai the glass. Hesitantly Mitarai accepted, but didn't drink. Something was wrong here…
"But… why were we in a car together?" he asked. They acted as if they knew him, but he couldn't place their faces. "I can't remember…"
The dark haired boy frowned. The redhead's eyes widened, his face pale.
"What… what d'you mean?"
Mitarai gazed up at the boy with apologetic eyes. "I'm sorry, but I think you two have made a mistake. I don't know who you are."