My head was killing me. My body hurt all over, but especially in my wrist.
I opened my eyes slowly, I would've just opened them normally, but I felt
incredibly weak. Not that opening my eyes helped much, because everything
was blurry. As I slowly started to see normally again, I realized that I
was not in the digital world. At that moment I didn't know where I was. It
took me a while, but I finally realized that I was in the hospital, and
that I was not alone. Davis was sitting in a chair near to my bed. He had
his head hung and was resting his forehead on one hand. I couldn't see what
his face looked like at the moment, because it was covered by his hair. I
still couldn't see very well, so even if I cold have seen his face, I
probably couldn't have made out his expression. I decided to give him a few
minutes and if he didn't look up, to make some sort of a sound. As the
minutes ticked by, and Davis still didn't look up, my senses cleared. I was
able to hear things, and move a little. The first thing I did was to see
what the hell was wrong with my wrist. It turned out I was hooked up to an
IV. That scared me quite a bit. What had happened to me while I was out?
Davis looked up finally. He was very red in the cheeks, as if he had been crying almost nonstop for quite some time. He noticed of course that I was awake, but didn't say a word for quite a while. He just looked at me with this incredibly sad expression on his face. I was finally the one to break the silence.
"Davis, wh." I began.
"Shh. you shouldn't speak." he said, almost in tears as it was. I didn't have the heart to come back at him and say that I would talk if I so desired and that he couldn't stop me.
"Just tell me." I said softly, and almost inaudibly. He looked at me and then back down at his knees.
"I don't really know." he said softly, but his voice cracked a little. He was incredibly upset, of course. "I got you back to the real world as quickly as I could. I don't really know how. The doctors don't know what was wrong with you, or why you passed out. All they know is that." he trailed off. He looked up at me. He had tears streaming down his face. I suddenly got a little scared. I had never seen him really cry. It was far from consoling to see him like that. I looked at him with an expression that I assumed was an alarmed one. He inhaled slowly, and looked down at his knees again.
"You almost died." he said in an almost whisper. I was shocked.
Me? Almost dead? I.can't believe it. I thought to myself. I was very worried. Was I still in danger of dying?
Davis looked up and saw that shocked look on my face. "I.I shouldn't have told you." he said as tears continued streaming down his face.
"Am.I still.going to maybe die?" I asked earnestly, my voice wavering as I spoke. I was more frightened than I had ever been before.
"I don't think so. They have quit coming and checking up on you every half hour. You were in ICU for a couple of days. They wouldn't let me in to see you very much or for very long, since I wasn't related."
"A couple of days?" I asked him. That was one aspect of what had happened to me that he had failed to mention. "Davis, how long have I been in here?"
"For about a week." he sighed. He had stopped crying for the most part, "they thought that you were in a coma at first, but they said something about your brain waves being like you were conscious or something like that. I heard two of the nurses talking about how you were. One of them said something about how it was almost like your consciousness was 'in two different places at once, just like in The Matrix.' Those were her exact words. Naomi, I am scared." he said. Two different places at once. I could understand why he was scared. He was about to continue, but he heard footsteps in the hallway outside of my room. One of the nurses entered the room. She noticed right off that I was conscious.
"Oh, finally awake." she said calmly, "better go inform the doctor." She turned on her heel and left the room. The doctor came quickly after she left
"Well! You are a living legend around here now!" he said and smiled, stupidly in my opinion. He went into this long rant about how amazing my case was and all this other crap. It all seemed like quite a load to me. After he finished his little pointless story, he checked my heart rate and all of that other stuff that they usually check for. He said that I was doing just fine, but that he would prefer that I stay one more day for observation.
"No, I don't think so!" I said loudly. Davis looked at me surprised.
"But we just want to make sure that there is nothing else wrong with you." he insisted.
"There isn't. There won't be. Let me go."
"But what if there is." he said in that same persistent tone. I kept on and on about how I was fine, and he kept on about how there could be something else that was the matter with me.
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I was checked out of the hospital at about noon. My aunt finally rescued me. She was mildly upset with me for arguing with the doctor, but more upset with him for arguing back.
Davis looked up finally. He was very red in the cheeks, as if he had been crying almost nonstop for quite some time. He noticed of course that I was awake, but didn't say a word for quite a while. He just looked at me with this incredibly sad expression on his face. I was finally the one to break the silence.
"Davis, wh." I began.
"Shh. you shouldn't speak." he said, almost in tears as it was. I didn't have the heart to come back at him and say that I would talk if I so desired and that he couldn't stop me.
"Just tell me." I said softly, and almost inaudibly. He looked at me and then back down at his knees.
"I don't really know." he said softly, but his voice cracked a little. He was incredibly upset, of course. "I got you back to the real world as quickly as I could. I don't really know how. The doctors don't know what was wrong with you, or why you passed out. All they know is that." he trailed off. He looked up at me. He had tears streaming down his face. I suddenly got a little scared. I had never seen him really cry. It was far from consoling to see him like that. I looked at him with an expression that I assumed was an alarmed one. He inhaled slowly, and looked down at his knees again.
"You almost died." he said in an almost whisper. I was shocked.
Me? Almost dead? I.can't believe it. I thought to myself. I was very worried. Was I still in danger of dying?
Davis looked up and saw that shocked look on my face. "I.I shouldn't have told you." he said as tears continued streaming down his face.
"Am.I still.going to maybe die?" I asked earnestly, my voice wavering as I spoke. I was more frightened than I had ever been before.
"I don't think so. They have quit coming and checking up on you every half hour. You were in ICU for a couple of days. They wouldn't let me in to see you very much or for very long, since I wasn't related."
"A couple of days?" I asked him. That was one aspect of what had happened to me that he had failed to mention. "Davis, how long have I been in here?"
"For about a week." he sighed. He had stopped crying for the most part, "they thought that you were in a coma at first, but they said something about your brain waves being like you were conscious or something like that. I heard two of the nurses talking about how you were. One of them said something about how it was almost like your consciousness was 'in two different places at once, just like in The Matrix.' Those were her exact words. Naomi, I am scared." he said. Two different places at once. I could understand why he was scared. He was about to continue, but he heard footsteps in the hallway outside of my room. One of the nurses entered the room. She noticed right off that I was conscious.
"Oh, finally awake." she said calmly, "better go inform the doctor." She turned on her heel and left the room. The doctor came quickly after she left
"Well! You are a living legend around here now!" he said and smiled, stupidly in my opinion. He went into this long rant about how amazing my case was and all this other crap. It all seemed like quite a load to me. After he finished his little pointless story, he checked my heart rate and all of that other stuff that they usually check for. He said that I was doing just fine, but that he would prefer that I stay one more day for observation.
"No, I don't think so!" I said loudly. Davis looked at me surprised.
"But we just want to make sure that there is nothing else wrong with you." he insisted.
"There isn't. There won't be. Let me go."
"But what if there is." he said in that same persistent tone. I kept on and on about how I was fine, and he kept on about how there could be something else that was the matter with me.
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I was checked out of the hospital at about noon. My aunt finally rescued me. She was mildly upset with me for arguing with the doctor, but more upset with him for arguing back.