Time could not go any slower, was all Troy Bolton could fully think about to himself every time he awoke to the same darkness straining to hear a sound, just praying the voice that he heard not so long ago to bring back that ease he longed for. As slow as time passed, did the amazing experience seem to tick away along with it. It was hard to bear, the mystery voice of that angel was all he had to hold onto in this dark low moment of what seemed to be his life, or was it his after life? Lying here in pitch darkness wasn't helping with these thoughts, but Troy refused to think about it. Just when the basketball captain was about to let go of any hope at all, did another voice break through the silence and made contact. It wasn't angelic and familiar, it was rough with a twinge of curiosity and doubt, something Troy couldn't bare to handle, since it wasn't putting his mind to ease as the previous voice did. It happened so quick, so sudden that it took a while for the golden boy to grasp and realize that the dark barrier that stood between him and life had lifted and a warm bright light was shining down on his face, now it was only his eyes that imprisoned him to the dark cell. Not thinking he reached his hand out, and to his amazement it moved over this soft covering he was obviously resting on, next he budged his legs which also gave way from under what covering that was resting atop his toned body. Should he dare, does he dare?
Troy Bolton's eyes shot open to be met with a blinding white light which forced his eyelids to reclose to shield the unexpected glare only to peek out feeling the light move to a different angle. The blue eyes took in the surroundings of the small room he seemed to be in where flowers and balloons layered the sky blue flower wallpaper with even a teddy bear or two to count in with the "get well" and "we miss you" red and white balloons bobbing back and forth on their strings only being held down by simple paper weights. Was he in a hospital room? It had to be, that would explain this needle poking into his left arm with liquid dropping every second.
The boy was too captivated by his surroundings that he didn't notice the faces staring down at him with amazement and worry. But Troy's thoughts were too jumbled and confused to take notice until someone spoke up with a soft voice so not to startle the confused basketball captain.
"Troy…"
~I do not own the characters, they belong strictly to DISNEY. But I bet you already knew that, Rate&Reveiw if you wish, or not. I apologize for the length, but I'm copying what I wrote down in my note book. So much writing, my poor hand.