Reunited

Haze

Grammar is going to be horrible in the chapter. I wrote this at school during lunch, and it was very noisy. I'll try my best to revise it, but even when it's quiet, I have horrible grammar. Also, this chapter contains a lot of cursing. 

The word 'suicide' left Eli's mouth several times, but I was in too much of a drug induced daze to realize. He used the word to describe both Hanna and I, but that was not something I would accept. Over the course of the few hours, several doctors and nurses came in to check on me, but all I kept wondering was where Eli was. 

He was the only one who seemed to give me straight answers. Everyone else tip toed around me with vague, ambiguous responces, while Eli gave me the blunt truth. 

"We're going to need to keep you for the next few days," one doctor had said to me.

"Look, Doc," I said as I sat up, "You and about five other people have told me that in just this last hour. I'm not suicidal, so why can't you just let me leave?"

The doctor fashioned a crooked smile, as he then turned to leave. 

"We're not so sure..." Those were the only words I could make out as he scurried out of the room.

I immediately laid back down and began to message my aching head. When I reopened my eyes, I saw that Eli stood at the foot of my bed.

I jumped slightly, "You sure are quiet."

I blinked my eyes again, and when they reopened, a lit cigarette appeared in his mouth. 

"Are you allowed to smoke in here?" I asked a bit apprehensively.

He pulled the lit cigarette from his lips and puffed a large grey cloud above his head.

"I don't think that really matters now, Michael," his voice eerily rasped.

"Aren't there cameras in the room? Couldn't you be fired?" I tried not to show it, but my anxiety became very apparent.

I hoisted myself up with my palms, and sat straight, as a cloud of smoke hovered just above his head. My face became hot as he stepped toward me.

'Michael,' a soft voice called out my name, 'I'm pregnant!'

Those words I would never forget. Hanna's face appeared in my mind. She softly glowed as she shared the joyous news. Although the moment was beautiful, it was filled by a thick haze.

I looked up at Eli, who had taken the pack out of his pocket.

"Want one?" he asked as he inched one towards me.

"No thanks, I quit a few years ago.Those things'll kill ya," I said, a bit scornfully.

Another large cloud appeared over Eli's head.

With a soft laugh, he exhaled deeply, "Yeah, but their just so damn addicting. I just can't seem to quit."

A tiny fleck of ash fell from it's tip and landed at the foot of my bed, "I guess it just tales a lot of will power and strength."

"Strength? Who the hell are you that you think you can talk about strength?" Eli charged toward me as his voice grew increasingly louder.

 I couldn't speak. Correction --- I couldn't react. I sat still as the man who stood before me began to berate me.

"Strength is not a word that should be in your vocabulary. If you were strong, you would go out and find those mother fuckers who took Erin, and kill them!"