Dark. That was it. Just darkness. Then slowly, light came. No specific shapes formed, just dashes of brightness. After an unconceivable amount of time went by, certain noises gave me more hints to my surroundings. The scrape of metal. Electric buzzing noises. Muffled voices. Cart wheels are metal. Buzzing means machine. Machines on carts. You only talk quietly if you're trying to stay out of trouble, or if you don't want someone to hear you. You don't want people to hear you if you're saying something bad. Bad things. Machines on carts. I'm in a hospital.

With that last thought, my eyes bolted open and I could clearly see everything around me. Nurse-married, two kids, large black dog, feeling insecure lately, recent insomnia. Doctor- late 40's, divorced, professional, cardiologist, arthritis, nervous eye twitch. Cheap cotton sheets, made in China, colorless walls and tile floors, blinding lights, people everywhere. I'm enclosed by mint-colored curtains. It must be bad. Each one of these thoughts went through my head in less then ten seconds. But I couldn't feel anything, only my eyes moved. I tried to call over the nurse but I couldn't speak.

"Doctor, he's awake." Her voice was more hesitant than it should be. Like I'm supposed to be asleep for much longer.

"Put in a secure IV line and give him one milligram of diazepam."

"I'll get right on that." With that she quickly swept the curtains back, closing them behind her most likely to get the sedative.

"Are you in any pain?" Oh great, an Italian last thing I need. His accent was so strong he must have lived there. All I could do was grunt what was supposed to be a yes. I WAS in pain. Everything was sore, but I couldn't really feel anything. Almost like I was…

"Yes, well that's common in paraplegics after the initial accident." My eyes widened so much with fear they must've shot out of my head.

"Do you remember anything? Oh, probably not. Silly question. First responders brought you to the morgue immediately after the fall. Never like those guys. Too good looking." He chuckled lightly at his own joke, and then continued.

"Well, clearly you weren't dead and just a few minutes ago you were transported up here, and no one knows yet. Thought I should keep the information privileged." With that, he stood up and dripped a cup of water into my mouth. I coughed a muttered to the best of my ability, "The fall?"

"Yes, surely you remember that!" Then it all came to me. Moriarty. Watson. I am SHERLOCK HOLMES.