the clock on the wall

clock on the wall

tick, tick, tick, tick. something is ticking! what is that? there isn't a clock in my room. Maby someone brought me one... but who would do that? I live alone, im sure I do. Maby ill just take a look. My eyes opened the slightest amount but wouldnt go further. Man im freaking out a bit. Oh man I cant move anything, I just wiggle a bit. What is happening to me? Maby if I just push a little harder I can do it. I heard of something called sleep paralasis, this must be what its like. Ughhhhhh. Ok, ok I managed to move my arm, now to just open the eyes! Guhhhhhh. Oh my visions a bit blurry but im.... Im... im not in my room. Is this a hospital? I can move a little easier but im stiff all over, how did I get here?

After some time and effort I managed to sit upright and take in my surroundings. On the wall in front of me is a t.v. not on of course. Next to it was a clock that read 6:00. My bed is odd, buttons litter the right hand side and tubes are tracing the sides like a mozaiked spiderweb. Im hooked up to something like a bag on a stand and I have needles in me in a few places, best not to pull on those!

Now that Im looking the one in my arm looks, healed over?how long have I been here.

"Eek!!!" something metalic fell to the floor, my gaze took a second to move to the woman. She was dressed in scrubs, her face was pretty.

"Whaa..." my voice failed me, I couldnt even speak!

A crowd gathered at the door. A man in blood red scrubs pushed through and jogged over to my bed. His hands where cold. He pushed me back onto the hospital bed and started shining a light in my eyes, it burned.

"No dialation" the man snapped his fingers on eaither side of my head.

"Can you hear both sides me grey?"

My voice wasnt working so I settled for a slight nod. After some time of him poking and prodding me he stepped out of the room. I guess something happnend? Would like to know what at least. The clock passed 7:30 when a man with a lab coat walked in. His hair was grey and his glasses thick.

"Mr. Grey, im not sure what you remember, but you have been in a comma for the last 10 years. Please forgive everybodys sudden astonishment that you just kindof.... Woke up" 10.... Fucking...... years!!! What the fuck could put someone in a coma that long and not kill them?

"Rupert sais you cant talk" I nodd.

"Well that is unfortunate. But you did take a bit of damage to your throat so it isnt so unusual. 

Do you remember what happenend?"

I shake my head.

"Well, the truth is, melinda gracings... she, well she shot you, and then herself. You fell from your 3rd story window and her.... Well she died. She was my daughter, and you're the reason she died." There was no malace in his voice, he just stood and stepped over me.

"I dont blame you, but my wife did, she killed herself soon after."

Man, thats a tough story. I dont envy him.

He pulled the pillow from behind my head and I hit the bed with a soft thud. He placed the pillow to my face and pushed, not hard just firmly. I still couldn't really move so I had no way to react to my death. Years of being asleep just to die by the hand of my doctor. Hows that for irony. Everything went blank. The clock ticked... tick, tick, tick, ti........