Beyond Darkness

Flashbacks

Vincent~

Vincent had woken up to a team of doctors around him, asking a lot of questions. He had tried his best to answer all of them. Then they had explained that he was in a medicine induced coma for about 72 hours and that the scepticism they had about a stroke was correct, though he had been very lucky that he was brought in vey early and the aspirin that he was given had worked magically. He was lucky to have his life back. He did have to take a lot of precautions now, but he would be perfectly healthy soon.

Vincent was then left to rest, with the information all the doctors had given and after a lot of tests that were performed on him, be was tired. He felt the tiredness seep in slowly at first and then altogether. He didn't know what to think or do. He had a fuzzy memory which was listed as a common symptom of a coma. He had just nodded at all the other complicated stuff they had mentioned. He felt like he was forgetting something vital or maybe it was just a passing feeling because it was bound to happen.

Vincent layed down and stared at the ceiling. It was a starch white ceiling. He never understood why the hospitals were never painted in happy or warm colours. Mostly children's hospitals were, but never Adult ones. Sure white brought peace, but it was also bland and boring. He waited for the sleep to come. He waited for it to take him and eliminate this uncomfort and pain. He turned and his gaze fell on a cup. An ice chip cup. Did he ask for a cup to have brought to him? He reached for it and dipped a finger in it.

Warm. It was warm, it indicated that it had been lying here since long, but who had left it there? maybe some nurse. He tried to think but it only made his headache even worse. Now he was sleepless, tired and also had a headache. He pressed the button to call a nurse. Soon enough a nurse walked in and took a quick look at his charts. He asked if he could get a painkiller of some sort as he was having trouble in falling asleep, because of a headache. The nurse nodded and gave him a pill. As the pill kicked in and the darkness started to gather, a flash went into his mind, a picture of the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Soon the sleep took over him and the eyes became a forgotten memory.

Vincent woke up again sometime in the night, he had almost no idea of the time. He went to relieve his bladder and felt hungry. He thought it would be rude to call a nurse to his room just to send th back to bring it to him. He walked to the door, but there was a shadow leaning against it. Before he could process it disappeared. He opened it but could only spot a flash of brown hair. He didn't think too much of it and walked to the nurse's station. It was satisfyingly peaceful in the corridor and it felt nice to be away from that room. Especially when he had no idea how long he had been in it. He reached the station and requested a meal, he was told that someone would bring it in his room and that he should've just ringed. He politely thanked them and walked back to his room and got into bed.

Sure enough within a few minutes food was brought to him, he took a few bites and was blown away how good it tasted. Even though being a bit bland, it was fulling and tasty. More than he had thought. After finishing he put the plates back in the tray and set the tray aside in the corner. He washed his hands and spotted a toothbrush in the bathroom. Interestingly enough it was his own toothbrush. At first he found it to be very odd. Maybe someone had gotten it for him, but who? He brushed his teeth and went back to bed.

He was now getting bored, still a bit tired but not as much that he wanted to go to sleep. He looked at the clock and found it to be a little early to go to sleep. So he thought to watch a little TV. He grabbed the remote from one of the chest drawers that were besides his bed and flipped through a channels when he landed on a movie that seemed eerily familiar. He suddenly had a flashback of a rant from someone about the movie and it's characters, moreover it was those eager green eyes.

He felt it all slowly come back to him, the rant, those green eyes, that boyish but mature voice, then it stopped altogether. He tried to think more intensely but his head started hurting again. He reached for the remote and turned the TV off. He layed back down and tried to close his eyes for some comfort but it was all in vain. He just kept staring at the ceiling again.

"This place could do with a nice false ceiling" He mumbled.

"Tell me about it" He heard a voice say. Apparently he didn't see the nurse come in to get the tray. He exchanged pleasantries when the nurse stayed back to check on him. He asked for another pain killer. He was sadly denied as the nurse thought that it would be better if he tried to sleep without it, as he might get addicted to sleeping with the help of meds. Vincent totally agreed and thanked the nurse for her service. She just smiled and pushed the tray outside.

He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, even deep breaths, soon enough the sleep started to sink in. He was almost asleep as he heard his own voice echo in his mind,

"Say my name...."

"Vincent"