The sound of a door closing woke you. It was muffled, yes, but it was loud enough to just barely wake you up. You opened your eyes, blinking away the brightness that reflected off the white ceiling of the hospital room. Then it hit you. The pain. It was excruciating, but only for a second, for it immediately dulled to a low throb.
You couldn't remember WHY you were in the hospital. You think hard, trying to remember, then stop because your mind starts to grow foggy with weariness. You shake your head to clear it and look around the room, to gain knowledge of your surroundings.
You're in a small yet spacey room, laying in a hospital bed. There is a large window on the wall to your left, with a windowsill large enough to sit on. Beside the bed you currently reside on, there is a night-stand with a glass of water, a clipboard, and a book.
You sit up, leaning against one elbow, suddenly realizing that there are bandages around your neck.
'What happened to me?' you think, rubbing at your neck absentmindedly. You look up suddenly as the door to your room opens, revealing a woman in a lab-coat, the pocket bearing a tag that says Doctor Fiona Thomas.
"Ah! You're awake," she says, her voice cheerful yet quiet. You instantly feel that you can trust this woman, even though you don't know her. " How do you feel? Any pain?" she asks as she walks over to the bad, picking up the clipboard.
You open your mouth to say something, but you can't speak. It's hurts to try and make a sound.
"Oh dear, how cruel of me, " Doctor Thomas says, looking crestfallen. "You were in a car accident. The glass that blew from the window penetrated your throat, slicing your vocal cords."
Your eyes widen, and suddenly you remember. The rain, the crash, the blood.
The small car tottered down the rain-slicked road, going above a safe speed limit. The woman in the passenger seat glances at the man driving, eyes full of worry. You sit in the backseat, looking out of the window and watching the raindrops race across the window.
"Dear, slow down, please.." the woman asks, her voice shaking.
"If I go any slower, we'll be late to the-" the man's sour reply was cut off as the car swerved across the road, tipping forward and rolling.
You're scream is cut off as the windows explode, glass flying everywhere. Shard of glass stab into your throat, blood spurting everywhere. You reach desperately for your mother, seeking reassurance.
You glance away from Doctor Thomas, feeling tears pricking at your eyes.