Disclaimer: I don't know why I still do this, I'm pretty sure people get the idea that Victorious isn't mine.
Hudson's POV
I have no idea where I am, or what I'm doing here. All I know is I'm sitting in a dark room with no windows or doors. Actually, sitting really isn't the right word, it's more like bound and gagged. Anyways, the only light source is a dim light bulb in the center of the ceiling, and it looks like it could go out any second. I look down at my wrists, and notice that they are wrapped in duct tape, then handcuffed. My ankles have had the same treatment, and my mouth has a ball gag in it. I hope to god it hasn't been used before.
I've been in here for what seems like weeks, months, hell, years is more accurate. Every second that goes by, I swear lose a little sanity. One thing that has picked at brain more and more the longer I'm in here is, with no doors or windows. How did I get in here in the first place. The last thing I remember is ... is ... um ... I don't remember anything! Okay, think straight ... Oh god! I don't even know my name! Okay, I've gotta think. What did my name start with? B? No, that doesn't sound right.
A voice suddenly whispers in my ear. "Hudson, I'm so sorry."
Hudson? Who is that? Is that my name? "Mmph!" Dammit, stupid gag. If only I get this thing out. I could check my pockets. As I try to reach into my pockets, I realize I'm in a hospital gown. Wait, what? I could've sworn I was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Wasn't I? Okay focus! That voice called me Hudson, so that must be my name. Alright good, that's a start. That should be enough for now. I need to try to relax. It looks like I have plenty of time to figure stuff out anyway.
As I tilt my head back and close my eyes, I can start hearing a faint beeping. Where is that coming from? It just keeps getting louder and louder. Beep, beep, beep, beep... okay that's getting really annoying. Where is it coming from? There's nothing in the room except me and a nearly dead light bulb... wait did it get brighter in here? The light bulb isn't dim anymore. What the heck is going on here!
Beep, beep, beep ... Son of a bi.. Ow! Note to self, don't try to stand when your ankles are duct taped together. Suddenly the beeping turned into a long drone. After a few seconds of the drone is driving me more insane than the beeping. Someone has got to shut that off. That voice! Maybe it can hear me. If only I could get this gag out. I start digging at the gag furiously until it finally comes loose. I rip it out of my mouth as fast as I can. "Can someone shut that off please?" I look straight up at the light bulb as it gets brighter and brighter. Soon enough, everything has become a bright white light. Another few seconds later my eyes adjust, and in a hospital bed being hugged by a small red-haired girl.
"Hudson you're alive!" Hudson? Who's that?
"Who's Hudson?" She steps back and has a mixed look of fright, and shock on face. I look to the other people in the room, who all have the same expression. Even the girl in the hospital bed next to mine. Wait a second I just figured this out a second ago, didn't I? I'm Hudson. Right?
The boy is the first to speak up. "You are." Okay good, I got it right. Wait a second, I know him.
"Beck?" A smile instantly grows on his face.
"Yeah." He walks up and puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Where am I? Why am I in a hospital?" I look at him and he drops his head.
He looks back at the raven haired girl, then the Latina, then the red-head. "You're in Los Angeles." LA? What am I doing in LA? "About you being in a hospital." He takes a breath."You were in an accident a little over a week ago. It broke both of your legs in 12 places, you have 7 broken ribs, a 16 inch cut from the top of your head to the back of your shoulder, and you were in a coma for 9 days.
Wow."I survived all that?" Beck gives me a nod. I smile and whisper for him to come closer. "So are you going to introduce me to the cute girls or not?"
His eyes get wide again. "You mean you don't recognize them?"
I try to shake my head but realize I can't. "No, should I?" The four girls can hear this, but don't react. It seems like they're all still in shock.
Beck begins to talk but is interrupted by a doctor and two nurses entering the room, quickly I might add. The doctor politely asks Beck and the others to stand over in the corner, and out of the way. He moves to my right side as the nurses, one male and one female, move to my left. The doctor then checks the pulse thing in my arm and sees that everything is hooked up normally. Then resets the monitor, and the loud drone finally stops. With all the commotion going on, I forgot about that.
"Than-" The doctor interrupts me, by putting a hand on my arm.
"You need to keep from talking for at least two hours. Otherwise you will ruin your voice and will not be able to talk with out severe surgery. Also if you are a singer, you would never be able to sing again." Well how else am I going to talk? "Now seeing that you can't move right now, it's going to be very hard to ask for help. So if you do need to talk to somebody." He puts two pieces of paper on my lap, one's red and the other is green. "Your friends will have to keep an eye on you for now. If you need something the green means yes, and the red means no. You can also blink if you need to." The doctor does some tests, which take a little while. After he's done he pats me on the shoulder. "I'm amazed on how well you are doing Hudson. Keep up the good work." I smile at that. "It varies from person to person, but at this rate. You should be able to move within 45 minutes to an hour. One of these nurses will be checking in on you every so often." The doctor and nurses leave, but I can swear the female nurse gave me a wink.
After they leave the room, Beck walks back over and brings a chair next to me, and sits. "Don't worry Hud, we'll help you through this." I look at him, then the others. All of a sudden an image flashes through my head. A beautiful blonde girl. Bailey.
I give Beck a questioning look, and he obviously doesn't know what I want to ask him. "What?" Dammit! Why does this question have to come up now?
About 15 minutes pass by and all I can think about is Bailey. Where is she? How is she doing? Does she know I was in a coma? The three girls have sat down next to me and Beck. The Latina, who I've been told is Tori, is holding my right hand. The red-head, Cat I guess, is holding my left. It feels really nice, but I know my heart belongs with my girl back home in Minnesota. The other girl who was in the bed came over and sat next to the raven haired girl, Jade, and Beck. Apparently she is Tori's sister, Trina. She seems kinda stuck up. I noticed her whisper to Jade. "Who's the hottie?" Jade just glared at her, and she backed off.
The female nurse came in to check on me, or check me out to be more accurate. She told me her name is Alex, but I really don't care honestly. Sure, she's around my age and is kinda cute, but she isn't really my type. As she was leaving the room she gave me another wink, which made me glare in response. I felt both my hands being squeezed as I did. I look back at Tori and Cat to see that there are glaring at her too, except they seem more angry. I wonder why? I look over to Jade, who seems to be just as angry, if not more. My eyes shift over to Beck, to find the same expression that I have on my face, confused.
10 minutes later, the male nurse came in to do all the same tests. It's a good thing too, cause I really don't want to deal with Alex right now. As he readjusted my pillow for me, he hand grazed the cuts and scrapes on my back, making me in pain. Also, I apparently moved my hands a little, cause I got an instant reaction from everyone in the room. The nurse, Tim, Said that I was improving way faster than anyone he's seen before, which got a smile in response.
5 Minutes after that I was able to move my arms entirely, so they gave me a whiteboard and markers to talk with. I immediately write the question that has been on my mind since the doctor said not to talk. 'Where's Bailey?' Then I hand it Beck, only to get a frown in response.
"Hud, Bailey broke up with you 6 months ago." What? No. I really lost that much memory? I write the next question on the whiteboard. 'Why am I in LA?'
He looks at my bandaged right arm. "You were attacked by your brother, after Tom and Rick told you that they were together." He continued on telling me what happened. I had no idea all that happened.
The group spent the next few hours telling me things that I had forgotten, and trying to help gain my memories back. Eventually a voice over the intercom said that visiting hours were over. So Beck, Jade, and Tori, started getting up to leave. Cat didn't want to go for some reason, something about it being her fault. I don't really know what that means.
They let her stay and sleep on the bench next to the window. I don't know why but I feel like there's something I need to say to her.
"Cat?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad we got that do-over." I still don't know what that means, but the reaction I got was worth the confusion.
A/N: I guess Hudson is still a chick magnet, even when he is in a hospital bed.
But what reaction did Cat give him? Stay tuned to find out!
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