Beep… Beep… Beep….
The sound of a machine periodically making that high pitched noise slowly pulled me out of the darkness making me picture a person yelling into a dark cave for their lost partner which allows them to finally reach the sunlit entrance, once I regained consciousness. Sadly, my eye lids felt like they were sewn shut as I tried to open them, so I could see what I owned that could make that noise. Trying to rub my eyes I discovered I was paralyzed. 'Oh, God, what did they do to cause this?' I moving various parts of my body and eventually tried crying out my frustration. My mouth refused to open, and I didn't even make a muffled noise. None of my body was working except my brain, ears, and heart that I could hear pounding in fear and frustration.
After all of this, I heard a new noise added to the annoying, yet much appreciated beeping. It was the sound of a handle turning and the air slightly stirring from, what I could infer, a door being opened. Then I heard the click of it being closed and footsteps walking up to stop beside my motionless, laying body. 'Who the hell is that?' The unknown answer scared me. Plastic crinkling softly then met my ears along with the scraping of something against tile. 'My floor isn't wooden…. Where the hell am I?' My fear started to grow faster. My heart stopped as I heard the squeaking of fake leather. Then I felt a pair of warm hands grip my left hand, lifting up my heavy limb, and a pair of smooth, moist lips pressed against the back of my hand. Then the hands lowered my hand back down and I felt gelled hair against my arm, and the bed shift slight as the unknown person laid its head on it. Then I felt its hair move slightly, so I suspected that the person was looking at me. "Hi, (y/f/n), you know I think you should really wake up. It's been three days now. Come on, if you wake up, I promise to take you out to eat after you get discharged." The masculine voice sounded weary, worried, and hopeful; oddly, it seemed familiar, but I couldn't picture a face behind my eye lids….
'Wait, discharged? A-a-am… I in… a-a-a HOSPITAL?!'
A small sigh left the person I suspected to be male to shift. "I guess it's better that you're not conscience at the moment. I mean here's someone that is the singer of a famous band which you obviously enjoy, but, since we only met once, you might be frightened. I don't think it helped that I called you after we met, and you hadn't given me your number…." One of his hands moved away from mine. "Now, that I think about it, I would be really freaked out by me. Oh, well, since you need a hero, I will be the one to fill those shoes as long as I can, and how awesome is it to have a member of one of your favorite bands serve as your own personal heroes?" He seemed to have gone from worry to realization to stern to happy. "Oh, hey, I'm about to have go, so which song should we sing?
He moves to sit on the bed and gently holds my hand like a dad would do for their baby girl or an older brother grasping his little sister. "Well, since you didn't answer, how about "This is Gospel?"
I tried say please and opening my eyes, but I failed yet again.
"Okay, I'll start," he says before clearing his throat. Then I heard his singing and I felt excited for the seemingly appropriate song.
"This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
Assembling their philosophies
From pieces of broken memories.
Oh, woah, ah
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, woah, ah
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds
But they haven't seen the best of us yet.
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
'Cause these words are knives and often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was your's
The fear, the fear of falling apart."
His voice was hypnotic, and I really wanted to sing with him since I knew this song verbatim. I continued to struggle until my eyes finally opened to a blinding white light being blocked by a man with short black hair on the sides and back and long on the top in the middle. He had just finished singing the double verse.
" Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart."
His chocolate eyes land on me and looked at me with shock, "(y-y/f-y/f/n), y-you're awake!" He exclaimed hugging me close. I was shocked by the sudden action, but thankful my body was beginning to cooperate allowing me to hug him back. "I was worried you'd be stuck in a coma."
"Well, I've been awake for a while now; in fact, I woke up before you even arrived." I said happily. "Sorry I didn't react sooner, my body just now decided to cooperate."
His face was a light pink, "at least you were able to move before I left. I would've hated if someone else got to see you awake before me."
"Prove it then and finish the song."
"So demanding, but… okay! You have to sing with, too, on three. One, Two…"
Anticipating the three I began to sing not realizing he wasn't sing, nor did he say three.
"This is gospel for the vegabonds
Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards
Confessing their apostasies
Led away with imperfect impostors."
I realized then that he hadn't joined and looked his way to see him smirking before joining in.
"Oh, woah, ah
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, woah, ah
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Don't try to sleep through the end of the world
Or bury me alive
'Cause I won't give up without a fight
If you love me let me go
If you love me let me go
'Cause these words are like knives that often leave scars
The fear of falling apart
And truth be told, I never was your's
The fear, the fear of falling apart
Oh, oh, oh,
Woah, the fear of falling apart
Oh, oh, oh
Woah, the fear, the fear of falling apart"
This is where we went in different directions while I sang,
"Oh, woah, ah
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, woah, ah
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, woah, ah
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
Oh, woah, ah
Oh, this is the beat of my heart, this is the beat of my heart
He was singing,
"Oh, woah, ah
The fear of falling apart
Oh, woah, ah
The fear of falling apart
Oh, woah, ah
The fear of falling apart
Oh, woah, ah
The fear of falling apart"
A smile spread across our faces right after we finish. "Thank you for singing to me and with me," I said staring at my friend with admiration.
"(y/f/n), a hero will do whatever it takes to make sure the civilian is safe and happy. Also, you did really well with that song." He said giving me another hug. "Okay, (y/n/n), I have to go to a band meeting, so I'll be back around dinner time."
"Bye, Superman," I said smiling.
He laughed at that before leaving the room just as a young, handsome, black haired, clean cut, lean, pale doctor came in smiling to see I was awake. "Good afternoon, Miss (y/l/n). How are you feeling?"
I looked to the doctor blushing and smiling. "I feel amazing and refreshed, although I did have a problem with actually getting my body to do anything when I regained consciousness."
"Well, the effect of paralyze would be normal due to how much damage your body had gone through. You had three fractured ribs on your left side, sever bruising covering your body, head trauma, asphyxiation, and a broken nose. I'm surprised you're not in pain right now. We'd like to examine you for a few hours to see how well you'll be doing if we discharge you. If you can take some medicine and get around fine with little to no pain, you'll be free," he said merrily.
"Really, awesome!"
"First lets get some food and water into your stomach."
"Salad and ham sandwich, please."
"Haha, okay, I'll be back soon." He left me in the quiet room, and realized slowly that if I was discharged, I'd be back at where this was caused. I felt unsafe, sick, and scared. Then I heard my phone buzz.
Unknown number: Hey, (y/n/n), when they discharge you, you better have a meal planned. It'll be on me. Also, a beyond amazing hero, I had your stuff moved to my apartment. I hope you don't mind or think of me as strange, but I couldn't let you return to that house. Also, I had your college transfer you to a better, and nicer place. It's close to the apartment. Honestly, you don't have to go through with the transfer or the dinner date or even moving in with me, but I would be less stressed and less worried if you did go through with the second and third. I'd be thrilled to take you to dinner, so please consider all of this.
Me: Brendon?
Unknown number: Oh, shit, sorry, I forgot you still haven't had the chance to program my number into your phone. Yes, it's me. Also, I didn't want to invade your privacy, so that's why I didn't program it myself. That and I had no idea what your password could possibly be.
I smiled at that and felt extremely excited about the possibility of being able to live in a safer environment and being in a friendlier school.
Me: Wow, that sounds amazing, but I think I need to think about going to dinner with you, I mean I don't just accept things as big as dinner, normally. As far as the small gestures of kindness, I would love to live with you and to go to a new school.
Brendon: Lol, I think that head trauma caused you to get things reversed, but, even if dinner's off, I'll be able to enjoy at least one meal with you since we'll be living in the same apartment. J
Me: True, so either way you'll be able to have your way 100%, so I guess I'll just make your wish come true sooner. I'd love to go to dinner with you Superman.
Brendon: Yay me! Now, I just have to patiently await until your discharged. Are you discharged yet?
Me: Lol, no
Brendon: Now?
Me: Nope. J I have to go the doctor wants me to eat and examine me.
Brendon: Tell him that he has to examine you fully clothed, nothing less, and no touching.
Me: What if I want to wear less and for him to touch me.
Brendon: Sorry, but I can't allow it. You're in a fragile state that only your hero can fix. Maybe after you're completely healed, then he might have a chance, lol. Bye.
Me: No fair. Bye.
The doctor sat and ate lunch with me and examined me throughout the day. He seemed surprised by some things I managed to do, but disappointed in the tasks I failed at performing. At six, the doctor and I were just returning to my room, and met Brendon on our way.
"So, Doctor Alexander, is our girl free to come home?" Brendon asked after giving me a hug.
"Well….