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He winced when comforting darkness disappeared to give a space for acute light spreading over like squid tentacles. Something moved above his head, the sound of ripping material hurt his ears, making him moaned quietly with pain. He wanted to lift his hands and cover his eyes, to go back to the darkness where he felt safe, but he couldn't do it, they seemed to weight tone. Something warm touched his hand and he reluctantly moved his eyes around the lightness to see what is it.
The row of white, shining teeth almost blinded him for moment. Someone was smiling to him, but he didn't has any idea who was it. His vision was still blur and the only things he could see except the white teeth, were black hairs tied up on the top of head and gently grey or blue eyes staring back at him, as he again felt the softness on his hand.
'Finally you wake up.' The soft, melodic voice sounded so unreal, but yet so pleasant after so long time in the darkness, where any sound were welcome. He tried to say something, but he only managed to grunt. His tongue was numb lying on his teeth, like he'd forget how to use him to speak. Throat was hurting him pretty bad, and every move seemed to pump away the air from his lungs. 'You need to relax and gather strength. Don't try to talk.' The voice added softer, but somehow the order irate him. He needed to say something, to move. He again tried to speak up, but another unfamiliar sound left his mouth, and he wanted to throw something across this fucking space, where there were only light and this voice.
He tried to look around, to see where the hell he was, but pair of something warm and soft caught his wrists and didn't let him. I need to stand up. But there was only soft moan leaving his mouth, and he felt so helpless. Why he couldn't talk? And where he was? Was there anything more than the lightness?
'You need to calm down.' The voice said softly, although he could heard the firmness in it. 'I'll give you something, so you could sleep a little.' He growled and tried to move. He didn't want to sleep again. He had so much questions to the voice, and needed to know the answers right now. 'You'll feel better.' The voice smiled once again and he felt a little sting on his hand. 'Now, get back to sleep, and maybe tomorrow we'd have a chance to talk.' There was some false in those words, but he wasn't bother about it anymore, since he again start feeling the comforting numbness and the familiar darkness was returning back to him. 'Sleep well.' But before he fully asleep and sunk in blissful ignorance, there was another one stubborn thought crossing his mind.
Who was he?
'You didn't talk with Noah from few days.' Amy leaned against the doorframe as she watched like Ste was making a coffee for himself. 'After Brendan's funeral to be precise.'
'I was quite busy recently.' He replied evasively without looking at her and poured a dark liquid to his mug.
'Oh, yea? With what?' There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, but he didn't pay any attention to it.
'I was needed in the club.'
'But not all the time.' She noted and quickly followed him as he passed by her without word. There was no chance she'd give up so quickly.
'I couldn't leave Cheryl by her own, right? You know how much she did for us and kids, and she's my friend. Now when Brendan's gone, she needs someone to take care about her.' He pushed Luca's toy on the floor, before he took a sit on the couch and grabbed the TV remote. 'You could visit her also, you know?' He glanced at her briefly, irate.
'I'm going to do it, today.' Amy replied and Ste growled as she unceremoniously sat next to him and took the TV remote from his hand. 'You're not the only friend Cheryl has. You have a boyfriend, Ste, and it'd be nice if he'd be able to see you sometimes. Not olny through the window, like you were some exposition in the shop.'
'Look, Amy, can you just drop it?' He asked irate. 'We're both adults and we can solve our problems alone. Now I'm tired and want to relax before I go back to club. I have another shift, if you forget.' He didn't want to be rude for her, but he really didn't has strength to deal with Amy right now and speaking with her about his personal life. She'd never understands the reason why he and Noah argued.
'Fine, like you want.' She snapped and threw a remote on his laps, before she raised up from her seat. 'But don't cry later, if one day you wake up and understand you're alone as a finger.'
'Don't worry, I'm not going to cry over your shoulder, if it's what bother you so much.' He said back before he could bite himself on the tongue.
'Noah is a good guy, Ste, and he doesn't deserve to be pulled away the way you did it. Just think about that.' She said softer, with hope he'd change his attitude. But he didn't. 'I take kids to the park, so you can rest.' She glanced at him for the last time and when she didn't get any answer from him, she marched out of the room with a loud sigh.
'I've just had a really bad week.' He said quietly to himself, as flickered through another channels trying to find for himself distraction he needed so much.
'You already thought what to do with a bedroom?' Cheryl raised her head above the magazine to might look at Warren sitting on the one of tools behind the bar and playing with his empty glass.
'What's wrong with my bedroom?' She asked annoyed.
'Not yours.' Warren rolled his eyes. 'I thought about the other one.' He explained with innocent smile.
'The other one belongs to Brendan.' She said firmly, looking back unfriendly at the man.
'Well, since Brendan's dead, I thought…'
'I already said it's Brendan's bedroom.' She repeated annoyed. 'And I'm not going to change anything in it.'
'Okay, take it easy. I didn't want to upset you, I just thought you have to be very lonely now, when Brendan isn't around anymore.' He said softly. 'I thought you'd like some company. You know, I'm searching for a flat, so…What's so funny?' He asked with a slight grin, not quite understood why Cheryl was laughing and looking at him with pity in her eyes.
'You really think I'd forgive you that you cheated on me with Mitzeee, my brother's girlfriend, and now, just like that I take you back to my bed? Are you really so stupid, Warren?' His grin dropped down.
'You always can rent the room some student, if you don't want me to stay over.' She shook her head with disbelief and put the magazine back on the counter.
'I don't believe.'
'In what?' He asked confused.
'Now I understand why Brendan was warning me to not involving with you in any kind of relationship. You don't care about other people, do you? You're just a small, ugly rat searching for a naïve woman who would give you everything what you want, and then you can throw her out like an old glove.' He pulled back a little with his tool, when Cheryl's become approaching him with furious written over her face. 'You know what? You and Mitzeee are worth each other. I'd never thought I'm gonna say that, but you're an ideal couple.'
'You're saying that, only because I suggested you should do something with Brendan's bedroom. You're angry at me, because you can't accept he's not going back. Just put it into your head and start live again. You're turning into bitter spinster.' His eyes widened in shock, when with tears in eyes Cheryl jumped toward him and slapped him hard on the face. It was the last thing he expected to see, or rather say, feel.
'I don't want to see you, when I'm around. Do you understand that?' She asked harshly and grabbed his glass before she marched out of the club.
'She's bloody insane. Just like your bloody brother!' He shouted after her, while he massaged his hurting cheek.
'Welcome back. How are you feeling today?' The voice tilted above him, for a short blissful moment covering the hated light. 'Would you try to say something?'
'I…' He tried but his mouth couldn't form any more words.
'It's okay. You just need more time, that's all.' The voice said softly, but it only irate him more. 'Calm down. You don't have nothing to worry about.' How can you know that? He wanted to shout at the voice or shake it.
'How's our patient?' Suddenly another voice, deep and low, rang in the lightness and he tensed a bit. Patient? He was a patient?
'He woke up but still have problems with talking. But today he starts moving his hand.' The melodic voice replied and he frowned a bit. He slowly turned his head and glanced at one of his hand. The voice was right. Without realization he lifted his hand and now it was lying on some box standing next to the bed where he was lying.
'That's very good. It looks like he's very quickly coming back to form.' Are you kidding me? He thought angrily. He was tied up to fucking bed and could only lift his one hand, so what kind of form he has in mind? 'Do you hear me, Sir?' Yes! Another not articulate sound left his mouth. 'I'm doctor Philip Mosser.' The deep voice introduced himself. 'I'm taking care about you since your accident.' So he had accident. 'Do you remember what's happened, sir?' He tried to recall something from his past, but there was only black hole in his head. He even didn't remember his name, let alone what's happened hours ago.
'Don't worry, it's normal reaction. You were unconscious for almost two weeks.' Two weeks? No, it wasn't possible. He was asleep for few hours, that's all. 'Soon you'd feel better.' How many times he can hear the same line over and over? What about some particulars?
'I want…' It sounded more like growl, but at least he managed to formulate two words, and it looked like the voices understood him.
'Yes, sir? What you want?' Well…good question. The truth was he didn't know what he wants to know. There was many questions crossing through his mind, but he didn't know which one choose. Which one was the important? He had such a mess in his head...
'Nurse Katie will bring a notes and pen for you tomorrow, so you could try to write something.' The deep voice said softly and something soft clapped his hand. 'You'd be able to contact with us, since you still have problems with talking.'
'Now rest.' Not again… 'We'll try to talk tomorrow.' He tried to pull his hand back, but someone held it down strongly, until he felt the familiar sting. 'Good sleep, sir.'
