Chapter 1 : Stay
W-where am I?
What happened?
Why is it so dark here?
All he could see was darkness. No light to be seen. Dead silence. Just the darkness and his own thoughts. He couldn't move. His body protested against him, like it was filled with cement. He couldn't even open his eyes. He focused, concetrated all of his energy into the muscles of his eyes. He tired so hard, pushed himself, but it was useless. His eyes wouldn't do as commanded. The darkness felt like a prison with no way out.
What the hell is going on?! Why have I lost control over my body? This is so.. frustrating! I need to break free from this. There is no way I will just stay here and do nothing! I need to keep trying. Fight even. All right, concentrate. There must be a way out of here! I will not loose!
"Hey,"
Huh?
"Stay," a familiar female voice said, her voice nothing but a mere whisper. "stay with me please, I-I can't," she trailed off. " I can't loose you,"
He could tell that whoever was speaking, was standing beside him. The voice was so familiar, but he couldn't recognize it, he kept thinking and trying to figure out who it was, but he couldn't.
He could feel a warm hand cupping his own. It felt nice. He began gaining sense of touch. He started to feel how the soft mattress curved underneath him. It felt flat underneath his back, but it got lower underneath his tighs. Then, it came back up, and was flat until his feet. It was comfortable, unlike the pillow under his head. It was too curvy, and it was slightly wet below his neck.
Oh never mind. It was sweat.
"I'm sorry." He could hear sobs now, "This is all my fault."
The door opened. He could hear faint footsteps echoing. They got louder and louder, and he could tell that, who ever walked in, was now standing by him. He heard some papers shuffling, and a vibrations was felt. He didn't know what it was, but he assumed it was a contact with something metal.
"H-how is-"
The door opened once again, but was closed roughly. He could notice the difference in the noise it made. A couple of footsteps were heard, but they were different the the ones he heard before. They echoed, which could only mean one thing- who ever it was, was wearing high heels.
"Where is my son?" Nathalie turned the iPad in the direction of the boy resting on the hospital bed. "Doctor, how is he?" A familiar male voice said.
''Still no changes Mr. Agreste. '' An unfamiliar voice said quietly. The was was soft, and very silent.
''Even with the new treatment? ''
''Nothing. I'm sorry. '' The female said, as she placed her hands on the edge of the bed. He could feel the pressure on the mattress changed.
''Sorry?! This isn't just any patient! He's an Agreste!" Gabriel roared through the tiny screen,"It's been eighteen days already, three different treatments! He has to wake up! '' the male continued to raise his voice. The noise hurt his ears, it was making his head hurt.
He felt the female tighten her hand, he felt her pull the sheets underneat him slightly.
"Raising your voice won't make him any better,"
"Marinette!" The second female who had entered protested.
"If you care so much about him then why aren't you here? As you said, it's been eighteen days,"
"I'm currently stranded in New York after a fashion event, and don't you dare turn this situation into me not caring about my son. I've sent Nathalie here twice a week to check in on him,"
"This is a hospital!" The soft female voice warned, "I advice you to please take your drama outside,"
''Keep me posted! I want reports on every three hours!'' Mr. Agreste yelled out. Once again, footsteps were heard, and the door slammed loudly.
One of the women had left the room.
Mr.Agreste? Who is he? And why does it seem that he cares about me a lot? And who is Marinette, and why is she defending me?
"And Marinette, I'm afraid visiting hours are over now. Please come with me,"
Soon after, the door closed again, and the room was, once again, empty. It was surprising to him that he didn't even hear the footsteps this time. Who ever it was moved with grace, lightly, not wanting to upset the patients.
He was alone with his thoughts again. The silence was irritating, it was becoming unbearable. At the same time, the feeling of loneliness felt strangely familiar.
So, he wasn't totally sure of what was going on, but whatever it was, it was muddling his thoughts and made time pass in strange ways: sometimes it felt as if the hours flew by, other times he could hear the clock ticking off the seconds every minute. He couldn't really tell though if it was minutes or hours. Which ever it was, it lasted too long. It was painful.
So, eighteen days.. I've been lying here for eighteen days.. I must have been unconscious.. But, what happened? I don't even know how or why I ever got here? I'm at the hospital.. am I injured? Strange. Nothing hurts, nothing feels out of place.. Then, that means that I'm all right. Right? But am I sleeping? I wonder why I can't wake up? I guess... I guess that something must have happened, why else would I be lying here? . But what? Did I get into trouble? I can't remember anything...
So very alone. He could feel his hope leaving him. This feeling was about to eat him up. If there was something he hated, then it was this. It felt like something he had experienced before. He just couldn't recall anything about it.
Being unable to do anything. He felt sick to his core. That feeling moved up, all the way to his throat. But he knew he was just imagine things, he wasn't feeling sick at all.
One thing was for sure though- he had to try to move. But no matter how much effort he tried to make, he just couldn't move a muscle. It felt hopeless, and he grew more and more disappointed with himself.
His frustration grew as well. It felt unacceptable. He continued to try, as usual. His will was stronger then anything and he believed that he would eventually make it. He gave everything he had. Limits were pushed, like they always were. He continued trying, until his body lost all of its energy.
He fell asleep.
