Jason woke in a bed.
What the hell? I was on pavement. I was in my blood, and there were dead ki-
The thought was cut short when something - rather someone - had thrown themselves on to Jason and was giving him a huge bear hug. As his eyes opened, he saw a mess of copper color hair and smelled the scent of sweet chocolates. Only one person he knew would be the first to throw themselves at him as soon as he wakes up. Only one person he knew smelled so heavily of chocolate and had such a mane of auburn hair.
"Hey Feisty Pants," he said with a raspy voice. At the sound of him speaking, Anna broke the hug and pulled back to look him in the eye. She had been crying, because her mascara was running along with her smeared eye shadow. Her face was red and puffy and her eyes were still moist, but they were starting to tear up again. She looked for a few more seconds before she crashed her lips against his. It was relief to Jason to feel her so close to him again and to know she was still there for him. She pulled out of the kiss and hugged him again. Her head rested on his shoulder as she began to shake with sobs again.
"Oh-o-oh m-my God! Y-y-you're alive! I thought I had lost you!"
Jason pushed out of her shoulder to look at her. Although he may not have looked that good with his one piece patients robe and stubby chin, she was still a thing of beauty. She had on a white long sleeve sweater that wore a bit big on her. She also had on a chocolate covered scarf that sat under her long flowing auburn hair with the little white streak she had flowing down the right side. of her head. She had on a pair of dark blue jeans that ran down and met her knee high boots. She pulled him in for another hug as he finally came to the realization of what happened.
"Anna, where's Kris? Is he ok-"
A shy voice came from the doorway.
"Look alive, mothafucka."
Anna turned to Kristoff standing there in his uniform with his black nylon police jacket on over it. He leaned up against the wall and smiled as Jason gave a sigh of relief. He walked over to the foot of the bed and picked up the clipboard. He studied it and cleared his throat and did his best impression of an official doctor as he could.
"Well Mr. Ellis, I can without a doubt confirm you have a severe case of CFU."
Jason and Anna looked at each other with confused looks before turning their gazes to Kristoff. "CFU?" Jason asked.
"Completely Fucked Up."
"Actually, I believe it's my job to make that determination," a British sounding voice came from the door as a man about as tall as Anna walked in. The man had black hair that was worn with a messy look. He wore a Purple shirt with a bright green tie that was covered by a purple sweater vest. The man, only of about 28, wore skinny khaki pants that ran all the way down to his squared off but long black dress shoes that seemed to make a soft clicking nose whenever he walked. His white lab coat seemed to fit the outfit he was wearing, and flowed in the wind like a superhero's cape. He took the clipboard from Kristoff as he walked around to the opposite side of the bed from where Anna was sprawled out on. The doctor looked at a few sheets before dropping the clipboard to his side and turning his gaze to the bed-ridden cop that lay before him. Once he saw that Jason was actually awake his green eyes seemed to explode like fireworks with happiness.
"Oh Mr. Ellis! So nice to see you awake and fully functioning again! You started to scare us all a little bit. Oh, dear me, where are my manners? Let me start again." He extended his had to Jason for a handshake. "Hello sir. I'm Doctor Olaf Chilldres III, your doctor here at the Cook County Hospital. But please, call me Olaf."
Jason took his hand and returned the favor with a firm handshake that surprised Olaf a little.
"Officer Jason Ellis, Chicago PD."
"Ah yes." The happiness in his eyes seemed to vanish all at once as he looked at Anna and Kristoff and back to his patient. "Now, I think I have some explaining to do." He went and sat down in the arm chair next to Jason's bed and crossed his leg over his other. He looked at the clipboard and set it down as he began to speak.
"On Thursday October 2nd, you were brought into the Emergency Room with a gunshot wound to your left underarm. You had already lost over half a liter of blood and were still bleeding profusely when you arrived. We immediately accepted you into the surgery ward and began to operate. As we began, we found a .40 caliber bullet that had pierced one of your major veins near your heart. We were able to remove it, but when we did you began to bleed even more. The bullet was acting a plug apparently, and we pulled the cork. You ended up losing another quarter liter of blood before it stopped. When we wheeled you to your room, your brain went into an emergency lock-down mode, and well..."
"What happened, Doc?"
"Your body had a rare instance where the body locked itself down in order to repair itself. You went into a coma and have not left that bed in three weeks. It is Thursday the 23rd of October today. On the tenth of your coma however, your heart rate dropped to about five beats a minutes. We began to panic and soon, It dropped to just 1 beat a minute. The weird thing was, your brain did this in order to try and direct all energy in the body to make the final push to seal the now healed vein. This rare occurrence went on for almost four hours. Then at the end of your fourth hour, you flat-lined." All Jason could do was try to comprehend that he had in some way cheated death and home come back. Anna had begun to cry again remembering the event. Jason brought her in for a tight and warm hung as he shushed her. Olaf sighed and continued. "We thought you were gone, but then you begin to beat again, this time at a normal rate. You continued to recover and well, here we are. Your vital signs are surprisingly well, and you should be able to get home soon." Olaf stood and walked around to the foot of the bed with the clipboard in hand. Jason finally mustered the strength in his weak body to sit up and face the doctor. He ran his finver through his brown hair and rubbed the stubble on his chin.
"How long 'till I can go home on my leave?" Jason asked.
Olaf looked at his clipboard and thought for a second. He looked back at the cop and shrugged. "You can choose one of two options. If you want, I can begin to check you out now, and you can be gone in - What is it now, 6:45? Yes. - I can have you out in about an hour and a half. Or, you can stay the night and we will administer more painkillers in order to numb the wound and you can leave tomorrow morning bright and early. It's your choice, sir."
Jason sat in his bed for many minutes and pondered in thought. If he left now, he'd be with Anna, which was what he wanted in the first place. He wanted to get home, but he knew if he wasn't 100%, chances were he would be right back here in no time flat. He turned to Anna and cupped her cheek with his hand and wiped away the last few remaining tears with his thumb.
"Anna, I'm only gonna be here one more night. Alright? I'll be fine. Nothing'll happen. Just go home and get some rest, okay?" Anna nodded and brought him in for a gentle kiss before grabbing her purse and walking to the door. Before she could leave, Jason spoke up again, this time to Kristoff.
"Yo Kris. Make sure she goes home. Give her a police escort or something." Kristoff nodded and gave a little salute to his injured partner before walking Anna out of the room. Olaf coughed and walked to the wall and turned off the lights in the room except for the lamp to the left of Jason on his nightstand.
"Alright, I'll leave you to get some rest. Sleep well, Mister Ellis. You've got a big day tomorrow!"
With that Olaf left the room, his shoes softly clicking as he strode down the hall. Now that the room was free of people, the noise levelseemed to increase by over 400%. The beeping of the machines and the droning of the intercom in the hall seemed to want to keep everyone in this hospital awake until kingdom come. But as time went on, Jason slowly found himself letting his eyes flutter shut, and before long the blissfulness of sleep enveloped him.
There was a soft noise that rang out in the room just loud enough for Jason to hear. His eyes cracked open and he yawned. After the adjustment to the dim light in the room, he noticed a figure next to him in the armchair. He strained to see, but the lamp light did help. Whoever it was, they were definitely in the higher class. They had on snow white slacks that came down to black shoes. As he looked up the body of the stranger, he found they were wearing a full three-piece white suit. The vest was crisply buttoned and the jacket sat open and over the vest. A light blue 19th century style high collar shirt sat under the vest, and had a crisp white tie over it. The necktie was held in place by a beautiful sliver tie pin that was in the shape of an eight point snowflake. In fact, pins of the same design sat on both lapels of the jacket, but one was covered with...
A blonde braid of hair?
Jason's immidiately jumped up to the strangers face. She was an absolute thing of beauty. She had platinum blonde hair that was tied in a long braid that spilled over her left shoulder and down to about her bust. Her skin was almost almost as pale as the suit she was wearing, but it had just enough tone to make it stick out from the actual fabric itself. And then be made the mistake of looking into her eyes. They were so intense that he thought they might bore into his head and kill him. They seemed to fluxuate from a happy, light, and cheerful sky blue to a dark, ruthless, and downright dangerous blue. She simply sighed and smiled when she realized he was awake and staring.
"Oh Jason, I think you and I are going to have alot of fun together." Even her voice sounded enchanting.
She should be a seductress, not a girl in a frickin' business suit.
But when he turned his attention back to the gorgeous blonde in front of him, she was gone.