The light doesn't hurt as much as before. That's when I realize that I've still got my eyes closed.
I think that's for the best right now.
"When is he going to wake up?"
Mom, can't you see? I am awake!
"I don't know. The doctors say they'll be able to know more as soon as he wakes up."
This is so frustrating! I am awake, I just can't move.
No, I'm tired of this. They're going to see me now DAMN IT.
I try to open my eyes, tensing when I can't.
Something's happening though.
"I think he's waking up!"
Finally!
I try to open my eyes again, but a hand falls over my face, gently closing them. No complaints here.
"It's okay, Son. Don't worry about opening your eyes right now. Your mom has just gone to get the doctor. He's going to ask you some questions. Do you think you're ready to answer?"
I try to speak now, but my throat is so dry that no sound comes out. Someone gently opens my mouth and cool water rushes in.
I swallow eagerly but the cup gets pulled away. "Take it easy now; you can have more later if you want." It feels so good to be able to move, but everything's so stiff.
I hear the door open and close. An unfamiliar man, probably the doctor says he's going to wrap something around my eyes, just so I don't stress them.
I almost panic when he starts bandaging my head, but Dad says it'll be all right.
He asks me a few questions, my name, where I was born and other stuff. I don't know why everyone suddenly sounds so happy.
They were just simple questions. Simple or not, they really tire me out and I'm falling asleep before I can stop myself.
Waking up this time's a lot easier. But there's still this pain in my right wrist. I move the other one up; to try and scratch it, but a hand holds it down.
"That's just the IV, Drake." Mom tells me. "They will take that out just as soon as we're sure you're okay."
"Sure?" My voice sounds hollow even to me.
"Yes, you're going to be fine, sweetie."
I've heard that often enough.
But will someone please tell me what's wrong with me?