Dead Days Bring Light

Dead Days Bring Light ~ Chapter Three

Black

Lights. Noises. People. Everything hurts. My chest...it's killing me. My throat is dry and i try to speak. Nothing comes out. I try to yell, my lips crack. I try to ask where i am, what happen. I can hardly think. The lights above me are so bright and bluring. Moving fast and hitting bumbs that burn my chest as if it's being ripped open. I can hear sirens and people talking to me but i can't tell what they are saying. My hand is being held by someone else's. My heart stops...and everything goes black.

I wake up in a white room so bright it's making my head throb. I try to speak and this time something comes out.

"Hello?" i hear myself say quietly.

someone clears their throat "hey, how you feelin'", they say.

"my head...and my chest...they hurt" i say

"i'll go get the doctor" the voice says

i try to sit up and look around, try to see who it is that is talking to me. but i can't, i don't have the strength. i begin to sit up but slide back down. i try to remember what happened but all i can remember is walking down a dark street...some guys by an old house...

"Hey Miss Mercado, how ya feeling?" says a man in a white coat and blue scrubs. the doctor, i presume.

"what happened?" i asked

"you were shot Miss Mercado...twice. once on the side of your head and once in the chest. you've been in a coma for three days. you barely made it through surgery. you are expected to make a full recovery, you got very lucky. the bullet just skimmed your skull and the other barley missed your heart. you need to stay her for a week or so, until we can get you back on your feet." he said

"okay...i guess..." i said. the doctor helped me sit up and there was a boy sitting in the corner in the chair. he looked tired and worn out. we made eye contact and just stared at eachother for what seemed like eternity.

"hey, you okay?" he asked

i just stared at him blankly. who was this guy? i looked up at the doctor, "who is..." my voice trailed off.

"what does she mean, who is he?" the guy asked, fully awake now. he looked a bit panicked.

"she..may have lost some of her short term memory. it could just be shock but it will return. Give her a few days and her memory will return. you have to help her as much as possible" said the doctor. "this is Cru, you live with him"

"no..i don't have a home.. i haven't had a home for years...." i said, my voice trailing off again.

"you've only lived with me a couple of days" said Cru.

"Maybe you both should get some rest and start this conversation in the morning. you are going to have a lot to discuss and a lot to get used to" said the doctor

"okay" i said and that was it. i fell asleep shortly after that.

i dreamed of things i thought i'd never seen. of a loft, a beautiful loft, a room, a bathroom, a view of the whole city. i woke up and looked around. Cru was lying on a hospital bed next to me, snoring softly. I decided i'd call the nurse to get some breakfast. i wonder what time it is. a nice nurse dressed in puppy dog scrubs came back shortly with a pan of food. the food didn't look very appetizing. it was some type of eggs that didn't look much like eggs anymore, some orange juice with too much pulp, an apple that looked like it'd been to hell and back, some way too burnt toast and jello. who has jello for breakfast? i was glad to eat though and i guess i was happy because i used to not even know where my next meal would be coming from. a dumpster? Cru woke up right after i was done eating and we sat and talked for hours. he left periodically to make calls to whoever it was he made calls to but he seemed to always be next to me. days had passed and Cru stayed with me for all of them. we talked of everything and nothing. we didn't talk much about how we know eachother or why or how i came to be living with him. when i approached the topic he pulled away and brought up something else.