When I opened my eyes Dr Watson was standing over me with fingers on my wrist and looking at his watch. He lifted his eyes up for a second and gave me a weak smile.
"There you are." He said, his voice sounding familiar all of a sudden. "You scarred me for a minute."
"How…how long was I out for?" I asked, frowning at him and his calmness.
"Five minutes. Low blood sugar levels and stress. That's all it is." Said Watson, placing my hand down and leaning against the bed, nodding.
"I'll give you a prescription for something which will help you sleep and take a couple weeks off work. You just need to relax and take it easy for a bit."
I didn't say anything as he sat back down in front of his computer and started typing away. I frowned and just stared.
"Anything else I can help you with?" asked Watson, turning around at me.
"No. Thank you doc." I said, taking the letters from him and leaving the room quickly. Mum stood up and walked behind as I went to the front desk to pay.
I looked over my shoulder to see if he was watching me. And that's when I saw it.
The two men in suits were standing by the doctor and having quiet words while he just nodded and glanced my way every now and then.
The one with short hair looked and met my eyes, making me tense up and turn my head forward.
"I'm losing it." I said to Mum.
"Never mind that. What did the doctor say?"
Two weeks off was murder. It was horrible for everyone.
I was bored and my mind was running on a thousand bolts a day. I couldn't think straight, I kept calling people by the wrong names and, sometimes I just slept.
So when it came time to go back to work, I found myself hunched over a sink in the ladies room with the water running, trying to calm myself down.
"What's the problem?" asked one of the girls, their hand on my back. "You've gone pale."
I looked up and gasped, moving away from her.
"Your eyes are black." I said. "What the actual fuck!?"
The girl frowned and looked in the mirror, shaking her head. "My eyes are fine."
I was sent to the hospital that day and placed on a drip. I had doctors coming in every hour and they would tell me the same thing.
"It's just in your head." Said one doctor, giving me a bored look. "You're fine."
I was checked out of hospital and went straight home.
"What's wrong?" asked Dad as I sat down at the kitchen table for dinner. "It's gotta be something serious."
"I don't know. I just…I'm seeing things and I'm tired and…" I held my head and groaned. "My head is killing me all the time!"
"Go to bed. Sleep it off." Said Mum.
I nodded and went to bed. But I didn't sleep.
Who would?