Who? - Bryan Sammis

I woke up to a bright white. Early morning sunlight shone onto the ceiling of the unfamiliar room, creating a rainbow. I shifted over in the bed and lifted a hand to my head. I had a small headache. But my hand hit something cold and metal as it slid up the white sheets. I turned from the uncomfortable position lying on my back and looked at what prevented my right hand from moving. A silver metal bar rose around a part of the bed. I saw tubes and suddenly realized where I was. I sat up straight, cringing at the motion-induced headache and stiffness all around my body and took in the blank bright white walls of a hospital room. I took the oxygen tubes away from my nose, happy they weren't the ones that connect directly to your lungs, and stretched over to put them on the side table on the right. Why was I in the hospital? What the hell happened? Where am I? I jumped as I saw movement in the corner of my eye, on the left side of the room. There was a man, early twenties, slumped in a chair, stirring a little in his sleep. Who is that? I tilted my head as I stared at his face. He had brown hair, a soft expression, and a pack of cigarettes in his hand. I crinkled my nose at them immediately, knowing the negative effect they had on me. The man suddenly made a sound, a sort of choking sound. I looked up to his face to see him wide eyed, looking at me like I was a ghost. But before either of us could say anything, someone in a white scrub uniform, a nurse, burst the door open, the same expression as the man. She quickly walked to him, saying

"You need to leave."

"Wait," He protested, as another person entered the room. A doctor, in a white coat.

"Go with her," he ordered the man out. The man sent one last saddened glance at me before the nurse got him out, and the doctor closed the door. He stood for a moment in the brightly lit room, flipping through his clipboard, and seeming slightly on edge.

"So Alexa, are you feeling alright?"