Welcome to Night Vale- The return of a scientist

A drunken stupor

Cecil was dazed and the world spun around him with every move he made. He tried to get up from the recliner chair that he had sat down in earlier put fell back down with a loud grunt. He laughed, a loud, booming, drunken laugh and he raised a recently retrieved bottle of whiskey he had gotten from the fridge. He didn't remember how long or how much he had been drinking, but there were a few glass bottles of beer scattered around the kitchen and living room. Cecil projected himself up out of the chair and the room and he swayed, the room spinning around him. For some odd reason, he stumbled over to the fridge and but the bottle of whiskey back as if he somehow even in his drunken state,knew he had to stop; knocking over a few cups of yogurt in the process. He then made his way over to his bedroom. He swayed back and forth as he loomed over his dresser. On it was a picture he always kept of Carlos. Cecil stared at it blankly for a moment and tears began to stream down his face.

"You're never coming back are you?" He wailed. He grabbed the picture frame off the dresser and clutched it to his chest. Tears continued to fall down his face to the point where he couldn't see anymore. Cecil stumbled blindly around the room and fell over a shoe next to his bed. He fell to the floor with a loud thump and the picture frame flew out of his hands. The back of Cecil's head hit the sharp edge of the metal box spring and the world went dark.

Cecil's eyes fluttered and he blinked at the bright light that poured in when he opened his eyes. He squinted as the world came into focus. He was lying on a bed in a white room, an IV tube stuck in his arm. He whipped his head around wildly trying to comprehend where he was when suddenly it hit him that he was in a hospital room. Cecil laid back and rested his head on the pillow. He felt... good. Better than he had in a long time. They must've been feeding him through one of the plastic IV tubes because the color had begun to return to his cheeks and his violet eyes looked younger. For a moment he felt normal but he had a weird feeling that something was missing. The door to the hospital room opened and a nurse entered, holding a clip board and pen in her hands. Cecil stared at her intently. She looked up from her clipboard and gasped,

"You're awake!" She exclaimed.

"What happened?" He asked.

"You were intoxicated," she began to explain, "you fell over and hit your head pretty hard."

"I did?" He questioned.

"Yes you did," she replied, "you don't remember?"

"No not at all," he said.

"Well what do you remember?" She asked.

"My name is Cecil Palmer, I live in Night Vale where I work at the radio station, I have a niece named Janice and a brother-in-law named Steve Carlsberg, one of my best friends is the mayor Dana Cardinal."

"Anything else?" She asked. He shook his head slowly thinking for a moment then quickly to confirm his answer.

"Alright then Cecil glad to see you awake, I'll go fetch the doctor." Cecil sat there for a moment, simply waiting. When the doctor came in he smiled widely at Cecil and looked very thrilled,

"Good to see you're awake!" He said in a loud voice.

"How long have I been out?" Cecil asked.

"I'm sorry to say but about a year," the doctor said sadly. Cecil blinked and stared at the doctor for a moment.

"A year?" He whispered to himself, working out what the doctor had just explained.

"We'll try and get you home as soon as possible!" The doctor said cheerfully, " you should be out by tomorrow morning."