(Evan)
The doctor had told us that the pain killers he was on and the anesthetic from the surgery would have him sleeping a long time; but I didn't think he'd mean all day. We all sat in his room that silence seemed to control, but it wasn't uncomfortable, this time. The only sound in the room was the beeping of machines and the sound of Hank's breathing. Everyone was in their own thoughts I guess, some thinking darker things than others.
Divya was sitting on the chair by the window, Boris was sitting on the cheap couch under the window, and I was sitting in the chair next to the bed. Hank's hand still rested in my own. Jill had to go back to work and the other doctor, Emily Peck, left to tend to HankMed patients. Not that anyone was happy about that but all profits were going to Hank; she's working for free, I guess to pay some invisible debt to Hank. Guilt maybe, but I'm happy she feels miserable, she did this to Hank.
A nurse poked her head through the door, saying that visiting hours were over. I told her I wasn't leaving. "You can stay. Your friends must go. I'll have an orderly bring you 'round a blanket and pillow." I nodded as she left. Divya stood up and walked over to me; giving me a hug and whispering words of encouragement in my ear. I thanked her and she headed to the bed. Giving Hank a kiss on the cheek before heading out.
Boris was a little more reluctant to leave. He nodded at me, concern in his eyes before heading out. Pausing at the door to cast one last look at Hank. Who hadn't moved from his position other than turning his head in a different direction. Boris smiled sadly before exiting the room
The room was empty now, other than myself and Hank of course. A doctor did stop by earlier saying he would probably wake up soon. Though he did say he probably wouldn't be much conversation, though he won't be alone when he wakes up.
(Hank)
My mind felt foggy. All these thoughts were floating through my brain like dandelion seeds floating on the wind, you see them but every time you move to catch one it drifts out of reach. It took what felt like longer than normal to realize my eyes were closed. My eye lids felt heavy and it took a lot more energy than it should have to open them, but maybe opening them wasn't such a good thing.
The light hit me violently even though they were dimmed, the pain came back with vengeance, and the room spun dangerously. I couldn't bite back the moan that escaped my throat. Soon, a new object entered my line of sight, a blurry outline of a man. The harsh lights made it impossible for me to make out details.
Fear crept into my veins and I tried to push the figure away; but I could barely lift my arms. He must have noticed this because he scooted back. Suddenly a wave of sound washed over me, as if someone turned on my ears. The first thing I heard was beeping, frantic beeping. It took me all of 3 seconds to realize it was a heart monitor.
The second sound to reach my ears was a voice. It was muffled and I couldn't really make out the words, it sounded familiar all the same. I focused on the voice and after a few minutes it became clear. "Hank, Hank can you hear me? Please answer me! Hank!" One word clicked in my brain Evan...