We had been waiting for hours. Waiting for news on Claire. And let me tell you, the hospital food was no better than food you might find in a trash can. No one spoke, we didnt need to. We could all tell what each one of us were thinking. What kept crossing my mind was, what if we had gotten there fast enough? If we had left the house a minute earlier? What would of happened? Michaels voice broke me out of my trance.
"Eve, im going home to get us some clothes. Anything you would prefer or anything else you want me to get while im there? Cuz'
im not making two trips." His hands were placed on my shoulders and his face was so close. If it was any other time, i would be all over him. But this defiantly was not the time.
"M-my hair brush an-and-" i thought for a moment, wondering what else i needed. Normally a hair brush wouldnt be on my list, but i assumed it would be on Claires and for that it was now on mine. "And um, just some clothes. You pick." I looked down at my hands, and began fiddling my thumbs. He soon got the message and stood up and left.
Claire's POV '
I couldnt move. Im not sure if it was because i physically couldnt or if i just couldnt be bothered. Either way i couldnt. But i could hear. A soft beeping sound, like one at a hospital, was ringing in my mind. There were some voices mumuring in the backround, too soft to listen too. I wasnt quite sure were i was, but i knew it couldnt be good. The horrible pain that ran through my body gave that away. My wrists hurt, badly. It felt like i had stuck them in a bucket of acid. Acid that would cling to your skin forever and no matter how much you washed them, it would never come off. But what was worse was the agonising pain in my chest. This was worse then any acid, worse then when MOnica and her friends had pushed me down the stairs, worse then all the pains i have been through put together. Slowly images drifted towards me, my memory un-clogging. And the more the images came, the more i wanted to scream, to run away from this terrible blackness that was sucking my life away. The pain in my chest incresed and my wrists throbbed of agony. I heard an ear piercing scream, one i wanted to cringe away from. Except i couldnt, because it was coming from me.
I heard rapid footsteps heading towards me, i didnt know who they were or what they wanted, and i didnt want to be near them. "No! No! Get away from me!" I screamed it out. I didnt realise i had been able to speak, let alone scream and shout. I also didnt know i was able to move until i realised i was writhing. The faint beeping noise increased, and soon i wasnt the only one shouting. People were shouting at each other, barking out orders. I flickered my eyes open and saw several faces, none were familiar. "Dont touch me! Leave me alone!" Someone tried to hold me still, but i hit them away. More footsteps came running towards us. "Whats happened? Whats wrong, why is she screaming?" The voice seemed familiar. I quitened and slowly stilled.
"Shane?" I whispered.
"Claire? Claire, can you hear me? Im here, im here. I love you." His face appeared, eyes red rimmed and heavy bags. He hadnt slept for a while, and he had been crying. His lips pressed gently against my forhead. I put my hand out, hoping he would take it. He grabbed my hand with both of his and began to cry. "Claire ive been so worried. I didnt know what to do, what was going to happen. Thank god your alright." "Shane, help me." I spoke softly but it was enough for him to hear.
"What, what do you need?" He spoke frantically.
"The pain, its ag-agonising. My chest and m-my wrists, they hurt like hell and i-i dont know why." I began to cry as i realised the pain was coming back, it had numbed, but not now.
"You, you dont remember do you?" He asked quietly, clearly disturbed by this.
"I can remember you and-" i stopped speaking. He hung his head.
"You and Monica" i continued, "But atfer that its like there is fog blocking it all. I cant remember the rest, except this, this pain. And its gotten worse. I dont know where i am, who the people are. And, how i got here. Please, tell me Shane."
"I, i cant. Im sorry." He kissed my hand once more, then walked away. "NO! SHANE! Dont leave me! Please! Shane!" I screamed and tried to sit up, but i was forced back down.
"NO! Let me see him! Let go of me!" I continued to scream and shout, hoping he would come back. But he never did. I couldnt see where he had gone, but i hoped he wasnt far.