The room was filled with machines and a steady beeping sound. The air wasn't quite right and the stillness gave them shivers down their spines.
"Guys I think he's awake."
Michael's vision focused slowly and he looked up at his friends. Isabel was curled up in a chair by the window while Max stared down at him. Tess came running in the room followed by Dr. Witter and a nurse. The nurse adjusted a few buttons and then proceeded to check Michael's blood pressure and other stats. The handsome blonde doctor was directed at Isabel until he was interrupted by Michael coughing.
"Right, so Michael do you know where you are?"
Michael glanced around the room. "Judging from all the blood hanging around I'd have to say Paris."
"Ya, he'll be fine. We should probably keep him another night just to make sure."
As his eyes focused more Michael realized there was something missing. "Where's Maria?" Michael knew from the looks in their eyes that it wasn't good. He felt a sharp pain in his head and pushed his palm against it to make it stop. He ran his fingers along the bandage and looked at the doctor questionably.
"Michael you've suffered a huge hit to the head. You need rest."
"Tell me where she is."
The nurse began replacing one of his bandages. "You heard the doctor, you rest."
Michael attempted to get out of bed but he was held back by the cords attached to his body. "Dammit where is she!?"
Isabel sat next to him on the bed and explained that Maria was in a coma and they weren't sure when she would wake up. Michael's eyes began to tear up but he held them back.
"I want to see her."
The nurse became very pushy and demanding. "No, I'm afraid not son. I'm sure the doctor wouldn't recommend that ... right doctor?" Everyone in the room stood staring at Dr. Witter. For some reason he knew this was a group of people he shouldn't argue with. He gestured towards the door and then exited. The nurse became disgusted, tossed her hair over her shoulder and stormed out.
"Max, help me up."