The bright light streamed into his eyes. Blink. Blink again. Phil sat up slowly, holding his head with one hand, his head throbbing with pain. It took him a moment to focus.
He looked around the room slowly, recognizing that it was a hospital with its pure white curtains and walls and everything else. He made to get up and felt a horrible aching throughout his body as he did. Phil finally stood, tentatively putting pressure on each foot before stepping. "I'm never this careful," he thought.
The hospital looked unlike any hospital that Phil had seen before. There were odd things around, and a photograph on the wall depicting a landscape that was unbeknownst to Phil.
He stumbled towards what he presumed to be the bathroom and did as he needed. He went to scrub his hands clean and looked up, seeing his reflection in a mirror for the first time.
Phil shut off the water and reached up to touch his face. There was a bandaid covering most of his head and just above his eyebrows he could see a purple bruise peaking out. There was a scrape on his neck and and a wrap around his forearm with more bruises peaking out from beneath it. There also seemed to be another bruise or some other injury around his tummy. Some hair was sticking up where it hung out of the head wrap, and it was much longer than he remembered it.
Phil sighed and leaned back against the wall, slowly sinking to the ground and held his head in his arms. He could remember everything that had happened. "How could it have gone so wrong?" he thought. He took a moment just to still his breath and stay calm. "He has to be okay...Dan has to be..."
A few minutes later, Phil stood up. He went back over by his bed and hit the button to call a nurse as he was nauseous and tired, making him unable to explore or do anything else.
A woman burst in a moment later, her eyes widening in surprise at the fully conscious man staring back at her. She quickly composed herself and stepped into the room, shutting the door.
"Er, 'ello. I am Nurse Dewey..do you need any immediate assistance?"
"..Well I suppose not but i do have some questions and such."
"Right well you see you've been in a coma andd I need to go tell the others that you have awoken. So if you excuse me, sir, I will back in just a moment with more people who should be able to help with you're questions...Er, right. I'll be right back." Nurse Dewey then went back out the door, and phil settled, partially sitting and leaning on the bed. He traced a pattern on his left forearm (the one that was wrapped up) with the tip of his index finger as he waited.
The door opened again and a new woman returned with the other trailing in her wake. It sounded as though a man was also coming towards them from down the hall, possibly with others.
"Hello, I am Ms. Steinfield. Its Phillip, correct?" the woman asked.
"Er, yes, but Phil is fine...so whats happe-"
"Hello, there Phil! Nice to finally meet you!" said some male doctor who had barged in the door. "I'm Dr. O'Conor!" He held out his hand for Phil to shake. These people were giving him a headache, but he shifted his wait and gingerly shook the man's hand.
"So er, could you tell me abo-" Phil began again but was cut off.
"I'm so glad to see you awake!" Ms. Steinfield said.
"Oh yes, very happy," added O'Conor. Phil opened his mouth to speak again but O'Conor began speaking before he could even get the first word out. "So yes, we know you have questions, but we have elected to ignore them until after your tests. You've just now woken up so there will be lots to do!.. I suppose you should sleep a bit first though. Well, we start monitoring and taking your test tomorrow morning okay? Okay!" And with that, he left.
"Er right," said Nurse Dewey. She quietly and nervously went towards the door and there was an odd clatter outside the door that sounded like someone dropping a wooden pen. Odder still was that Ms. Steinfield glared at her presumed place by the door. She quickly turned back though and put her smile back, situating Phil for the rest of the time until his tests in the morning.