Gas Runs Thicker

The day the world ended I was making cupcakes. Or at least the day my world ended. That's what I thought. How could it not end? If lying in a hospital bed for ten years didn't translate as the world ending I don't know what does. Rule number one - you can't dream in a coma. Not really. You replay what you can remember in your mind, which honestly isn't much. You see bright lights and hear voices. You hear what's going on, but something is holding you from regaining consciousness.

That's been my life for so long. Bright lights. Voices. First I used to recognise them. But they changed and now I can't be sure. I see headlights over and over again. They're coming towards me and then they disappear and blink teasingly at me in a way that is almost seductive. It may not count as living in many people's books, but it is a peaceful existence. It's what I know and what I like. It's home.

But then I woke up.

My eyes opened and I started to cough and splutter. I looked around me. Where was I? Where the hell was I?! All I could see was white. It wasn't the familiar white of headlights, but it was bright. It smelt to, I couldn't work out what of. My eyes were fuzzy but eventually I could see again. I was in a hospital room. There was a IV drip in my hand. It hurt. I gasped and tried to pull at it.

"What's going on?! This is a private-!" a nurse came running in. But when she saw me awake she stopped. She looked at me wide eyed and open mouthed. Then she did something that really boosted my confidence. She passed out. I looked at her and sighed. This can't be a good omen.

I saw a buzzer on the wall and pressed it. I pressed it again and again. Two nurses came running in. They didn't even seem to notice the nurse who could have actually died for all I knew. They were both staring at me.

"Navi!" one of them gasped.

"What's wrong with me? Why am I in hospital? Did I fall down again? It was Mike, right?" I ranted.

"You- you're awake?"

"Yeah, and?" I urged.

"I need to get the doctor!" one of them called and turned and ran right out of the room. This doesn't sit well with me.

"Navi," the other nurse - who wasn't passed out on the floor - said. "You've been asleep for a long time."
"How long? I didn't miss too much college work, did I?" I groaned. Not again.

"You . . . We should sit down." she muttered. She stumbled over the corpse on the floor and collapsed into the chair next to me. "You've been here for years."

"Shut up!" I mocked. "No, I haven't."

"Perhaps I should show you this..." she trailed away awkwardly. She took my hand gently as I sat up in bed and she handed me a newspaper with her free hand. I looked at the headlines and frowned. This doesn't make any sense. Then my eyes went to the date. This is probably why she handed me the newspaper. I gasped and pushed it away.

"No, this is ridiculous!" I exclaimed.

I flung the covers off of me and pulled the IV out of my hand. My hand started to bleed but I rushed out of the room. I soon fell right over the passed out nurse on the ground. A hand helped me up and I saw a doctor.

"I'm so happy you're awake, Navi." he beamed at me.

"What is this?!" I yelled. "Where's the damn camera?!"

"Calm down. I'm doctor Davis," he soothed. "Let's get your hand patched up and have a chat."

"But-"

"Please."

"Fine!" I sighed and held my hands up in the air in defeat.

I walked back to the bed and sat down. Someone immediately came to help me with the bleeding. They didn't bother picking up the nurse. Maybe she's just part of the decoration around here.

"How long have I been asleep?!" I demanded.

"Ever since I started at the hospital."

"When was that?" I asked urgently.

"Almost eleven years."

"No..." I shook my head violently so hard it should have fallen right off of my shoulders.

"I want to put you through a few different therapies. I know this is all very hard to believe."

"Yeah, it is." I huffed.

"Is there anyone you want me to call?"

"Where are my parents? Do they come here often?" I asked quickly.

"They . . . No," he sighed. "They only visit a few times a year. It's quite a journey for them."

"What?" I laughed. "It's twenty minutes."

"They live quite far . . . now."

"Oh." I muttered and looked down. What else could have possibly changed?

"Do you remember much about before the accident?"

"Just being and college with my friends. Being with my boyfriend. Visiting my parents."

"Is there anyone you remember? That could help us help you remember more." he asked me.

"Yes." I nodded eagerly.

"Who?" he smiled warmly at me.

"Vic. Vic was always there."

"Vic who?" Doctor Davis asked.

"Victor Fuentes. He's my boyfriend." I explained. Or at least I hope he is.

Notes

Hey everybody! What's this? Writeislife returning into the world of fanfiction! Oh my. For real though how is everyone? I've missed you guys. This is a new story. I'm ready for the 'You just stoke this from Before I Go To Sleep' people. Actually I got this idea from a British TV show called Psycoville. Don't let the mild humour in this first chapter deceive you - it will be delightfully hilarious. What's coming up? Vic will be in the next one I think. Gimme feedback on this - I feel kinda rusty.

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