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"Can you hear me?"
My ear twitched. Was the voice real?
"That's it, you're waking now."
I force my eyes open, a fluttering gooey mess.
"Take it easy. There you are. Not too fast now."
I tried to sit up but was gently pushed back.
"My....eyes..." I mumble.
"It will take some time but they will come back. No worrying darlin'."
I want to protest, ask more questions, but the exhaustion.
And her voice. It's eerily calming. So I give in.
My body relaxes against the sheets and my head nestles into the pillow.
Everything feels so comfy. Too comfy actually.
I awaken. Not even recalling falling asleep. It takes a minute and then I remember.
My sight. It's back!
"Thank God," I mutter under my breath.
I freeze. Definitely thought I was alone.
Then again, I really hadn't taken in my surroundings yet.
Blinking a few times and clearing away the rest of the goo, I scan the room.
Pure white. Blinding white. And so organized. Bottles and gloves all put away neatly. Not a speck of dust anywhere.
Hell even the wires and machines looked perfectly placed.
"I've got to stand out in this pristine of a room," I whispered to myself.
"If you're trying to talk to me, you gotta speak up man!" a voice replied.
Shit. I forgot I wasn't alone. I looked towards the voice.
There is a curtain dividing the middle.
The other side must be where the voice came from.
The curtain flew back, causing a jump from me. How'd it move?
"Ya hear me?" she sassed.
"Oh, erm, sorry..." I stumbled over my words. "I... well... I mean, I thought I was alone and I was sort of just talking out loud and..."
"Stop," she interrupted. "I'm kidding."
Since I was avoiding eye contact, I finally looked at her face.
A soft smile greeted me.
"What's ya name?" she asked.
"Lauri," I replied. "Yours?"
She had a strong accent that I couldn't place. There was also a sense of familiarity about her. Do I know her?
"So what ya in for?"
She broke my thoughts.
"Oh, erm, knee problems." I patted my left knee gently, signaling the cast.
I hate telling people my history with pain. It's exhausting.
"You?" I asked.
Her eyes grew wide.
"That's crazy! Mine's my right!" she laughed, pulling back her sheet and showing her similar injury.
"Curious," I said, smiling sheepishly. Why do I feel so uncomfortable?
We both went rather silent after the award exchange. Resorting to small chuckles over the television.
After a while, I started dozing off.
I bolt upright, a thrashing sound causing me to wake. Becoming hyper alert to my surroundings, I look towards Roxy, thinking maybe she fell.
Her whole body is convulsing. Violent shaking taking over from her head to her toes.
I freeze, a scream not even able to escape from my mouth.
A nurse comes in and I become a little more calm, knowing she could help.
She caught my eyes, a serious look coming across her face.
"You may want to look away, darlin'."
The tone she used causing my stomach to sink.
Obeying, I look the other way, becoming more and more terrified.
Roxy's scream pierced the air and ripped through the silence.
I couldn't help it any more. I look back.
The (nurse?!) was holding a massive needle. I follow the needle with my gaze until I got to the point... which was penetrating Roxy's eye.
A scream finally escaped.
The nurse slid the needle out then smiled at me.
"Better run now, darlin'."