30. Mire

Playlist for this chapter;

Wait - Maroon 5,

Incomplete - Backstreet boys.

Your eyes can get blinded by your mind, overestimating several ugly emotions that you are invisible.

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PILLS, ANTISEPTIC, DEPRESSION AND almost creepily desolateness are what the hospital smells reminds me of. The lights are dull milky white, coated with cream stone paint are the walls. I have a thin pillow on my bed that is like a thick bench that is topped with a fluffy counterpane. If you lay too much on one side, you'd feel severe aches. Yes, I'm starting to feel on a gradual process, and everything hurts more than a sharp mouthed bitch.

The days that followed became the longest of my life.

I can't stand or walk without physically support.

My hospital bed and I became good pals. I never left it out on my own will. The only times I did was when I was being wheeled out by a nurse and helped out to pee, bath and take care of business.

This was how the days went.

Thursday (I learnt that the day I regained conciousness after being on my pal - hospital bed for two weeks, was a Wednesday)

Everything seemed annoyingly frustrating.

Doctors and nurses moving in and out of my ward, checking up on me, pumping injections into my wrists, shoving my pain killer meds down my throat that ended me queasy and drowsy, made me doze off for hours. You see why I said 'they shoved them down my throat? It was because I was at comfy neglecting them. I didn't feel loopy when I didnt pop them.

I ate just sandwiches and the horribly awful hospital coffee that tasted like blended bile with urine. It was instructions I was following from my doctors. They said my body couldn't handle anything strong at the moment, or it'd be highly stimulating to my senses.

I frequently stared at the walls aimlessly, with the banner of written words on it, and sulked at the fact that I'm struck with dylexia because of.. what's that fucking heart clenching word again?

Oh, they're three words.

Retrograde Fucking Amnesia.

My Dad didn't visit. Guess he was scrubbing public toilets clean, or washing dishes at several restaurants to foot my hospital bills.

Friday

Things were less annoying. A TV was installed, and the channels on display where all shades of boring. I had the same shit all over again. Avocado sandwich and a less creamier retch tasting coffee. And I thought I was going to die if I didn't have pasta or anything from any restaurant across the streets. I had raised up my binds and see people going forth and coming out from the restaurant opposite the hospital. My mouth oftenly watered for what my taste buds hadn't stumbled upon. My meds were being forced down my throat as usual.

Apparently something on the pit of my stomach always reminded me that I had no choice but to stick to the pain killer meds which drove me crazy, and poison they called food here.

My therapist came, and I got mad.

"Fuck it." I lashed out and Immediately corrected myself, my voice deepening with sudden rage. "I don't need a therapist." I told her, except I wasn't telling her. I was making a stamped declaration to the doctors, nurses and the fucking shithole of a hospital in general. My fists where clenched at the sides of my hips as I stared at the huge bear of a woman.

"LEAVE!" I'm sure my voice resonated through the whole hospital because my supposed therapist flinched at my reaction and the doctor, Doctor Greyson facepalmed.

My deep breaths of anger was the only thing that could be heard, and it restrained me from wringing neck of the doctor who had the audacity to bring her into my ward, it withheld me from choking him.

Other than, I couldn't even move on my own.

"What do I need a therapist for? To discuss what exactly? When I have not even the slightest idea of who I am." I almost bared my teeth at him.

"She's only here to render help, so just calm down Miss Jones. She's a specialist at therapy, that's why your Dad hired her."

And the words on my throat died out.

She took her seat on the only chair in my ward, after Dr Greyson had excused himself out, and asked me few questions, if I liked it here at the hospital, if I wanted to leave as fast as possible, and inquired if I could remember anything before the accident, which I couldn't.

It really wasn't that bad talking to her. Her eyes where fixed on me all through, unmoving and unblinking. She tried to get me read a first graders Phonetics textbook.

Dang, my Dad still didn't come. I thought about how things would be terrible if something happened to him. Imagine him getting knocked by a car, while I was at the hospital.

Saturday

I woke up to two girls, a short slightly overweighted brown haired girl with kind eyes and a heart shaped face, wearing grey sweat pants and and baggy t-shirt. The other was a lanky, black curly haired girl, high cheek bones like she was mocking you, with possibly the most beautiful Asian eyes I've ever seen since I regained conciousness.

"Oh my God, Kate. It feels surreal that we're actually here!"

"We've missed you so much, Kate."

"The nurse allowed us here, because today's Saturday, and Saturdays are for visiting."

"We were instructed not to hug or touch you, in order not to inflict you more pains."

Their voices and squeals where irritating. The hint of excitement on their voices weren't hard to miss.

My chest was throbbing with too many questions slamming through my mind.

"WHO ARE YOU GUYS?"

They both flinched at my outbreak and stepped away from my bed, horrified.

"You're being mean." Asian eyes pouted at me.

"And you suck." I shot her a stern look, both my hands resting on my thigh, my chin butted up defiantly in the air, as I got pissed by each timid thick of the clock.

"So it's t-t-true that you really don't r-r-remember us, Kate." The brown haired girl stuttered, as tears built up in her eyes.

I shook my head no and observed them silently.

Long story short, they reminded me that I was their friend, and proved it by showing me pictures we all took together. It turned out that I had the wrong impression about my Dad, I had underestimated him being a school janitor, when he was a multide billionaire, the second wealthiest man here and I was flaunting his money, spending extravagantly. He was into real estate management, own hotels, companies, plus thousands of workers.

Wow. What a massive show of suprise and relief.

Sunday (Today)

My Dad visited, looking the exact opposite of the way he was the first time I saw him.

Gladness was evident in his eyes, and I surprised myself by hugging him. Kinda missed him.

A nun came into my ward to pray for me. She was old, loosing yellowing teeth, and introduced herself as my late grandmother's friend.

My friends where there too, they had slept on the floor with my mattress, and one of my nurses, nurse Olivia got furious about it and kicked them out.

After several pleas, soft bangs on the door, she permitted them in.

Present

"You know what, I'm still amazed at the fact that you can't even read, but you still splutter words like you did before the accident. Nothing changed about you, just Ratio Amnesia that made you loose your memory and let the clouds of dylexia settled upon you and is currently at comfy." Asian eyes, whose name is Veronica points out, taking a huge bite out of her sweaty burger. They'd managed to sneak in some junk food for me. Thank fuck. My stomach or the norm, grumbles louder than a toilet bowl being flushed.

"It's Retrograde Amnesia." Margaret corrects in a 'duh' tone, pointing her food at Veronica's direction.

"That's a bad eating habit, you don't point someone your food." I tell her, digging into my tube of cookie dough ice cream, and shoveling it into my mouth.

"You're still so bossy, acting like you gave heads to the wrong dick last night." Veronica jerks a sugary finger at my direction, before flicking her tongue over it and moans like a pornstar. She even has a huge smear of sugar on her jaw, from the cinnamon buns.

The girl, Margaret pauses from swallowing her food and rolls her eyes, while I take a sip from my smoothie and scowl with disgust.

"Remind me why I chose you guys as friends again."

"We were BFFs." Margaret who's sitted on the floor like she's doing a yoga exercise, uncrosses her legs and stretches it forth to poke on my bed with her foot. Feigning annoyance.

Giving her a phlegmatic look, I inquire. "Are you on drugs?"

"You know, those nurses shouldn't be shoving just pain killer meds into your flighty mouth, polite pills should be included because you're worst than the mean bitch we knew you as." Veronica rewards me with a sarcastic smile, before taking a swig from her open can of soda.

"Dammit to all hell and back." I curse, biting back a smile as the invisible stone on my face starts dispersing

"Ah, is that the opposite of 'the moon and back?" Maggie's frowns in confusion, before stretching and ends it with a loud burp. The little action causes Veronica to scowl and crawl back away with her butt.

"Ew, Maggie, you stink like the worst side of my room."

"That's because you're a pig!"

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Bending her weight, Veronica sniffs on me and frowns. "You still have that white hospital smell on you."

"That's because I'm at the hospital and on meds, bitch. And unlike you guys, I don't have the malodor of a dead dried mice. Not just that, you guys really need to go shower. You can't walk about with me also smelling like old stale pussies. I'm amazed how your smells changes every five minutes." I snort with disgust as the cold breeze blows through me, causing my teeth to chatter.

My friends guffaw in fits on laughter, and Veronica pushes forward my wheel chair with force.

I'm glad they're here with me, I can use a slicing of their comfort.

We're all going out for a stroll inside the hospital halls, sweeping through everywhere like we know every nook and cranny, with the girls taking turns in wheeling me. An uproar of heavy down pour of rain generated the cold, and I'm freezing despite the cardigan, beanie and muffler I have on. I mumble a series of curse words of the ice cold weather.

We peek into the waiting room that is jam packed with people like sardines in a can.

Some are pacing back and forth impatiently, or shuffling, or rummaging through bags. While the rest are pleading with the doctors and nurses about their sick child, injured partner, or friend. Babies are crying, and rowdy toddlers are running about.

The rain increases like it's doing a marathon away from it's creator. My friends shove themselves and I into the hospital canteen.

I see three teenagers in the literally devoid of content hospital canteen. The bulkier boy is bickering back and forth, laughing with the girl. While the other boy scowls deepens as he calls them dummies and idiots.

He is tallest of them, and has a bandage wrapped around his neck, arm, and his leg. He is broad shouldered and looks perpetually grumpy, dark and bored. Cropped short dirty blonde hair that he styled in a military way. He's limping despite he has a stick to hold on to for support.

Accepting a few coins from the girl, he slides it into the slot and makes the Pepsi selection. While his duo stand aback and watch him.

His order refuses to come out, and I watch him wait for sometime, but it doesn't.

He jams the machine with his unbandaged hand and curses.

Darn, he resembles one with serious anger issues.

The muscular curly black haired boy and straightened black hair girl scoffs. They all look a little bit alike. Like siblings.

We find a spot to sit, and Veronica complains that it's boring around here, before standing on all fours and starts striping on an invisible pole.

"Seriously Ver, your stripping is a bad sight to be seen by people, even animals would feel ashamed." Loud bursts of chuckles erupts from Margaret when Veronica feigns being drunk because an old couple is staring at her with displeasure.

She pauses and sticks her tongue out at the couples, and when the old lady copies her, her Asian eyes widens in disbelief.

I cover my mouth with my fist to hide back my laughter because everyone now has directed their attention to our direction.

"O-oh crap." Maggie eye balls almost pulls out of their sockets as she exclaims.

"What's wrong?" I ask her cluelessly, and Maggie doesn't reply me but taps on to Veronica who immediately stops her silly tactics and stare straight ahead of her.

"Holy fuck!" She curses with eyes huge like saucers as she turns into a crimson. Their horrified reaction of shock is creeping the shit out of my cells. And I direct my eyes to what my two confusion stunning friends are cussing at, looking terrified.

It's the short tempered military hair styled guy with bandages like me. But what I find completely strange is that, his dark shocked gaze is fixated on me.

"You're awake, you're fucking awake!" He directs this statement to me, as his eyes swells, almost bugging out of their sockets in amazement as they wander on nothing but on my whole. Exhaling deeply, he jams his free uncasted hand into his short hair.

"What the fuck is going on!" I ask dangerously low, narrowing my eyes in curious annoyance.

The few people present stares at me, after my outburst of confusion, and the duo with the big temper issues guy, parts their mouths in shock when their eyes lands on me.

"Shit, shit shit!" The curly black haired boy hisses, burying his face into his beast like paws.

"Godammit, Max. Don't!" The girl warns, her tone scathy as Green Eyes starts taking unsteady steps towards me, with fire, longing and stormy intense emotions in his eyes as if it's just us two here.

Woah.

I can feel my lips part in surprise, and my friends stands in front of me, as if shielding me and my view away from the odd green eyed boy.

"Don't let him come any close to her!" Veronica yell-warns, and I can detect a slight tremor in her voice.

The curly haired boy firmly grabs Green Eyes from behind.

I wrap my arms around my self, because I'm shivering with the chilly breeze.

Who is he? Why are his companions staring at me like they know me? Like I did something to their friend or brother?

Heaving a deep breath, I try to figure out the sudden heaviness or my chest, that is rapidly spreading to the other parts of my body like wild fire.

My friends are acting weird too. They scurry away with me from the canteen, while Green Eyes struggles to break free from the grips.

My mouth tastes salty and throat burns as I stare around me. The few people present are watching the whole scene.

Before I can ask what the fuck is going on for the second time, I am wheeled into the elevator and Maggie pops the buttons, panicking,

"Kate!" Green eyes cries, and time starts holding still. Pain and frustration are evident in his eyes. He doesn't remove those eyes from me as they try to restrain him from making his way towards me.

I start hyperventilating on what he'll do if he is released.

A full volume of quandary ascends and envelopes me, and curiousity, it's younger sister battles within my inner man.

The elevator doors starts closing in, and Veronica stands in front of me again, so he wouldn't see me.

And the absolute last thing I see before the elevator doors close shut, are tears in his beautiful stormy sharp green eyes.

Who is he?