Three hours. Three whole hours since Ryan started rambling about heaven knows what. I've only ben awake for three hours and I already feel like dying.
Three hours ago
I couldn't breathe properly with the stench coming from my idiot of a friend, well at least he had been too excited and even got to press the call button. The doctors came, checked on me, no wait, they literally harassed me, and my favorite bastard was smiling.
"I need you to move your eyes in the direction of my hand, can you see me?"
I internally rolled my eyes at him, I only wish I could show it to him. I was 24, not 3. Damn, I couldn't wait to get out of here. So I followed his hand, his finger to be precise and goodness they looked like they'd been used to kill fleas.
Whose finger gets that ugly, and he is a doctor, why couldn't he even get fake nails to put on. If I were the Aladdin in that the dictator movie, I could have used his fingers to keep the nuclear weapon from bouncing back at us.
I even got to look at his face, and he was handsome, but compared to me, even in my hospital bed I know I looked hotter.
He just got cursed fingers.
A few more tries of the sensitivity test got me zoning off to miss beautiful. I wonder why she wasn't here yet. That woman was perfection in itself, she was the angel I had prayed for. She was the one thing I would do anything for. For her, I would gladly be a slave, but only if she was my master.
I wondered what it would feel like to touch her soft skin again, how it would feel like to take in her beautiful scent, the one scent that was able to calm me down. I wondered whether her hair had grown longer, but I did not mind because long or short, she was always going to be mine, my miss beautiful, just mine.
I wondered how it would feel like to tuck loose strands of her hair behind her ear, how her cheeks would flush while she blushed, how her beautiful eyes would trap me, and hold me captive forever but I wouldn't ever object. I wondered how her lips felt, it had been seven days without her, seven days without her kiss, seven days without seeing or touching her, and who knows how long I would stay in this goddarn place.
I tried to remember the last taste I had of her lips, how her full lips felt like, not that I had forgotten, I mean it's impossible to forget the taste of something so divine.
I wished I could hold her again, hug her like I've never done before, kiss those plump lips of hers till they were swollen, touch her like tomorrow is not promised, make passionate love to her till she couldn't walk, nurse her just to start all over again, tell her just how miserable I was, just without seeing her, show her how beautiful she was, how I loved every inch of her, every curve, every piece of her.
I wished I could show her that not even the hospital could keep her away from me.
I missed her, I really did.
One thing was certain, I was going to recover, I was going to do it for her but first I had to talk to the bastard that did not even tell my why I was in a hospital bed, and knock some sense into him when all this was over.
I had blanked out, again, but I could see the doctor walk out, and Ryan making conversations with me, who was in a different world, thank heavens I couldn't talk, or I could've had it from him.
So I blinked at him, severally might I add, only then did he stop to look at me. I knew I was not being fair, but he was not telling me what I needed to hear.
I tried talking to him but my voice was groggy, all that came out was whispers, and he took it as a cue to keep me occupied with his ninja turtle stories, then he went on to Cinderella, then to dragon balls, and now he is talking about Rick and Morty, great.
Just great.
The worst part of all this is that his stench, god the stench of this man could make a fish walk on land if he was dumped in the lake. But I appreciated him being here, so I listened to him ramble for another hour before the doctor came and told him he had to let me rest.
"but heyy, look, he was even enjoying"
"I know you want your friend to be okay, but you have to let him rest. Inform the rest of the family."
"he's not my friend. This asshole is my brother."
"and you stink, now that he's fairing on well, I'll transfer him to a private ward and we'll be monitoring him further fro there. You're only allowed to come if you clean yourself up"
"Alright doc, take care of my brother."
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I had so many questions as to why I was here, I needed to know why Lia had not come, why Ryan was acting weird like he knew something I didn't.
I needed to understand the magnitude of my injuries because papa never liked hospitals, but he was here.
I really needed to know what happened because the last thing I remembered was looking for a trumpet to wake Ryan up. Was I attacked? Did those big boards fall on me? But I couldn't have gotten hurt this bad because I couldn't feel my body, it was as if I had gotten a stroke.
Or did Lia get hurt, was that why she was not here? Or maybe she was in another room, if that were so, then I really pray she was okay.
I forced myself to ask the doctor about her, whether she was here, but all I could get out were just croaks. The doctor must have seen my struggle because he told me I would be okay, that I just had a reaction to shock and that I would be able to talk, but only if I rested well.
At least that was some good news, I could do that, even with my patience running thin.
Slowly I drifted off to sleep, well after the bad doctor dragged me, but even then I still needed answers.
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The days that followed were pretty much the same, with Ryan and the others coming on a daily basis. I was getting better and could talk. The doctor said I had partial amnesia, that everything would be okay I a week or so if I adhered to the therapy sessions, and I quickly agreed because the only way I was getting out of this hospital was when I had fully recovered.
I needed my memories back because my family was frustrating to me.
Every time I asked about Lia, they would change the subject, every time they talked, neither of them mentioned my beautiful woman. It was like she had vanished into thin air like she had never even existed in the first place.
But that was impossible.
This was not like the movies.
I was not the guy stuck in a comma who met angels in his dream and expected them to be true.
The way I was questioning my sanity because of these people was just driving me crazy. I was sure of one thing, miss beautiful was not a dream because every time I asked about her, while they wouldn't talk about her, I could see the pain in their eyes.
I was not sure if it was the pain associated with me stuck in a wheelchair, or the pathetic state of the hospital that I kept whining about. Maybe they had pain in their eyes because they wanted me out of the wheelchair and away from the hospital.
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My therapist was lively, she would ask me questions about what I last remember but every day would be the same as the previous day. So she asked me if she could call Ryan in, and I agreed because there was no point in wasting time.
My memories were important to me.
They were a part of my reality.
Or my insanity.
"he's here and I must say he looks adorable"
"yoh doc, promise me no photos because if Alex takes a photo of me I swear I'm not coming back"
"Yeah, yeah, get in"
I laughed at him.
I laughed so hard that he wanted to go back home but then the therapist told him to be nice to his brother. The bastard was in his pajamas and to top it all he had a trumpet with him, he even had cobwebs on his pajamas.
And that's when it hit me. The doctor was trying to recreate the last things that I remembered. She was trying to get me back in that scene. She wanted to see if that triggered anything.
And it did.
But nothing was pleasant about it all.
From the call I received.
To Jenny.
To the kidnap demands.
To the exchange.
But that's all I remembered and from the looks of Ryan, he looked like he wanted to tell me something, only he didn't know how to.
The therapist told him to go home and I had to get back to my hospital room and think. This was not going to be easy.
Oh boy.
What was I missing?
Could it be….
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