Rebirth – Chapter 3: Bathed In Light

-Notes-

Agent182: Oh yes, poor rabbity ol' Adam. I figured he would freak out. Thanks so much.

Kaliska Vanka: Shucks, thanks. I try. ' I thought the subject would make a good angst trip, anyway.

Inferi: Score, I invoked feeling! XP I'm glad you liked it, your guy's reviews really mean a lot. I love to write, so it's more than fulfilling to think that my writing could be loved.

Yeah, well, I chumped you guys. Really short chapter this time. You can't hear my evil cackling—but it's there.

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Blinding lights. The kind of pure, searing white lance of brightness that blurred everything around him into a disturbing ghost of the real world …and they brought with them a memory. A fumbling hand climbing up the sickening tile wall in search for a means by which to know his surroundings. Because it was so black, and the poor soul across from him sounded so scared. (Selfishly, he felt a surge of joy just for the fact that he was not alone.) He was scared too, but he had to stay calm. Survival always depended on a level head. But when those lights blared on, the pain was horrible. The sheer, white light, much like the ones now poised above him. He was so numb, unable to feel, unable to comprehend anything.

What kind of hellish place had he made it to now?

He was beginning to register that the collective buzz of sound around him could be identified. Telephones ringing. People talking quickly. Doors opening, machines bleeping out in mechanical chirps, shoes hitting tile. There were so many people…Everything was white. It smelled like death, blood, and disinfectant. Or maybe that was just him.

He was face up, staring at the ceiling as he moved. But he wasn't moving. No, someone was moving him. It was as though everything surrounding him existed only for him, but he himself did not exist. And muddled, through the white haze and delerious thinking, voices kept rising up in harsh whispers, shrill gasps that faded as he was moved away. Voices that uttered, in disbelief, the words… "Oh my God…I-it's Dr. Gordon…"

And suddenly, he realized where he was, having never seen it from this angle before. In this place, he'd never felt the occasion to look up. Too busy always looking down on everything, maybe.

It was his hospital.

"Hello, Dr. Gordon…"

That voice…replaying in his head….

"This is your wake-up call…"