"Ow... My arms hurt... " I thought as I slowly slipped back into consciousness. I thought when you were dead you don't feel any pain. I guess I was wrong...

My eyelids fluttered open an my eyes detected light. Where I was seemed bright, I must be in Heaven then. But then my ears began to pick up sound and I heard an annoying beeping sound. Does Heaven beep?

"Hey, I think he's waking up!" I heard someone say.

Waking up? Are you asleep when you get to Heaven?

Then my eyesight finally settled and everything made sense. I was in the hospital. The hospital?! What the fuck? I was supposed to be dead. I failed. I can't even die... I was officially the most pathetic thing to ever have been created. The voices were right I was a worthless failure. Nothing that nobody cares about.

I sighed and looked at my arms. They were wrapped up in white gauze and bandages. They were stained red from my blood.

"Hey you're awake." I heard footsteps and voice that drew me in.

"Yeah..." I croaked and looked up.

Standing beside my bed was a boy. Not a boy exactly, a guy in his twenties. He had tanned skin, big brown eyes and longish black hair. He was about the same height as me,possibly a few inches taller. He was... Beautiful.

Wait shut up Tony you're straight! I mentally slapped myself for thinking that he was attractive.

Then the memories of Emerson and Ellie filled my head. God I miss them do much. Ellie would be about one now. Emerson and I would've been married for three years. Why did they have to go...

"So how are you feeling?" The guy asked, his voice brought me out of my thoughts.

"I'm feeling like shit." I weakly laughed. Ow that's hurt. No more laughing Tony.

"Man that sucks. You're really lucky to be alive though. You lost a lot of blood."

I looked at my arms again and stared at the blood stained gauze.

"Luckily we have the same blood type so I could donate some." The guy smiled.

What? This guy donated blood to me? I was a freaking stranger! He found me under a tree in the park and he decided to save me! Well fuck him. I don't even know him and I hate him. He's the reason I'm still alive. He's the reason I can't be with my loved ones...

"I'm Mike by the way..." The guy said as he stood beside the bed.

"Tony..." I answered and avoided eye contact with him. I fake yawned.
Maybe that would get him away from me.

"Are you tired?" He asked.

"Yeah. I think I'm gonna go back to sleep." I mumbled and laid down. I heard his footsteps go away from me but I heard him sit in the nearby rocking chair. Why wouldn't he leave me alone?