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…My hand falling limply down my side, tears forming around my own eyes. I feel my hand being grabbed by soft fingers, ones i recognise, Mel’s. Her mascara now smudged halfway down her face, her hair filled with glass, scraped paint, and dust from the air bag, messy. Squeezing her hand I realised something, somehow, at that very moment, looking into her eyes.
I knew it…
I don’t know what happened for a while, after that i must have blacked out. All i know is that i woke up 8 days later after an induced coma, in a shared hospital room with Chris, Charlotte and Mel sitting on the lounge chairs sleeping like; well… gracefully. I looked across to Chris, reading a book, his right leg broken, yet a glow was lingering about him.
Having a father for a doctor, and noting no pain, i got up, and took a look at the chart at the foot of my bed, deciphering the doctors and nurses scribbles i noted i had in fact two broken ribs, bruising of the lungs and head trauma which explained the induced coma for risk of swelling of the brain.
A note was scribbled at the bottom: healing process advanced, regarding hereditary factors.
I had no idea, what that meant, and chose to ignore it. Moving across to the lounge chair in which Mel was spread across at awkward angles, in a peaceful sleep. Sweeping her hair behind her, she stirred. Eyes blinking in the light refracted off the floor. She jolted back, in shock, as her eyes focused on me, and then relaxed immediately as she realised who it was. Jesus Charlie, you scared the shit out of me. Get rid of that bandage around your head, its all bloody.
Realisation struck her eyes, widening immediately. As she shook Charlotte’s arm to rouse her.
Oh shit Charlie, its all bloody. Lie down, let me get a nurse!
I did feel woozy all of a sudden, and wondered for a second why i everything had turned sideways.
Who flicked off the lights?
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