Chapter 6.
Oh, my head… Jeez, it hurts so badly. What happened? Where am I?
I blinked a few times before I opened my eyes, but everything around me was still pitch black. I lifted my hands upwards, and I could feel plastic against my fingers. Plastic? I was wrapped into something, something thick and something dark. Panic instantly rose to the surface; the fear of being buried alive made me scream. It had always been one of my greatest fears, and I didn't even hesitate when I begun screaming for all I was worth, trying to scratch my way out through the plastic. But the plastic was thin, there was no way I could get out of this. I tried to chew through it, and I felt over my body after anything sharp, but didn't find anything. I begun crying, and between the tears and the scream for help, I suddenly heard the sounds of footstep, and a zipper was opened, reveling bright lights. I jerked up into sitting position by reflex, and was stopped by two firm hands, grabbing my arms.
"Miss? Calm down, try to take it easy. Slow breaths."
I didn't even realize how fast my heart was beating, or how fast and shallow my breaths were. My chest hurt as I tried to take deep breaths and I winced badly.
"Get paramedics here." One of the men says to another man, a man very much younger than the first one. The older man then turns to me. "Miss? Come on, lay down and relax. You'll be all right."
"I'm gonna… be sick…" I say, and the older man grabs the hold of a bucket.
I feel nauseas and so dizzy, and by the same time as I vomited, I heard the door open and several people are walking in. I try to sit up again, but the world is spinning badly. I was surprised over how quickly the paramedics managed to get here, it had only taken a minute or so.
"Where am I?" I asked in the same time as the paramedics looked me over, before helping me over to the gurney.
"You're at a mortuary." The older man answers and I looked around.
Oh my God. He's right. I'm at a morgue. On the table where I was laying a few seconds ago, there's now just a big, black bag. Did I wake up inside a corpse bag? That is creepy! But what happened? I'm not dead?
"Why?" I asked, I had to ask.
"Well, the paramedics declared you dead." The older man said as the paramedics put blankets around me and took me to the elevator. They took me upstairs to the ER and put me in a trauma room. The guys helped me over to another gurney, before they were replaced with nurses and a doctor. They nurses helped me get out of the cold, wet clothes and into worm hospital clothes instead. They started an IV, ECG, and the doctor examined me, first my ribcage and then my head.
"I want to bring you to x-ray and check your ribs, it feels like one or two may be cracked or broken. Then we'll bring you up to the CT to see if you've got a concussion, okay?"
I nodded, and the nurses begin to wheel me out of the room.
"Doctor? Can you call Kelly Garrett, her number should be in my papers. I was talking to her in the phone when I crashed, she must be really upset."
The doctor eyed through Kris' file and nodded.
"There's a number to a Kelly Garrett here yes, I'll call her immediately."
"Thank you."
"Not a problem." The doctor smiled and headed towards his office as the nurses kept walking with me to another floor.
Lol. Some of you guessed right ^^ of course I would never kill of my favorite angel! :D
