Stranded and Lost

CHAPTER : 2

Darkness and emptiness surrounded me like an impenetrable fog. My eyes were wide open yet all I could see was darkness. I was confused, the darkness confused me. Every now and then I would think that my eyes were closed and that was the reason why I couldn't see anything. So, I tried to open my eyes wider but still, I couldn't see anything except the cold blindness. I could feel myself drowning into the spell of anxiety as I struggled with myself and my surroundings. I needed something to hold onto and to bring myself back from where ever I am being captivated. There was this huge chaos near my ear and it was very hard to catch something in that wilderness of strange blubbers of noises. It was as if someone was speaking some strange tongue-twisting language which sounded mostly like growling. There were too many noises actually and out of that mess I had yet to get out.

The faint beeping noise that I wanted to concentrate on was very subtle and intangible. I wanted to resurface from this dog and out in the white light that shined high above the ground. Have you ever felt something which is hard to describe? You know what you are feeling but strangely you don't understand it. That's the exact same thing I was feeling. I was tired, too tired to keep my eyes open. All I wanted to do was let loose and close my eyes once and for all but at the same time, I was too scared to do so.

To overcome the need to close my eyes, I trained them towards the bright beam of light until I was too close to it and soon engulfed by it. Once again I felt blind by the piercing white light. I blinked my eyes once or twice to adjust my eyes to my surroundings and found myself in a strange place with no memory whatsoever.

The smell of phenol and chemicals in the air was a little too much of Deja Vu. The familiar white tiles and the numerous tubes attached to my body. Yes, I have been in this moment before. I was still quite weak and highly nauseous and of course the gut-wrenching pain in every fibre of my body that made me feel like I was hit by a truck.

With too much effort on my side, I finally moved my head the other way only to find nothing but emptiness. I don't know what I was expecting but the strange feeling inside my head told me that something was missing. My eyes dropped down to the strange switch on the side of the bed which was most probably devised to call the nurses. I don't actually know how I have that bit of knowledge with me but I just did. With slow and careful movements, I lifted up my arm and placed my finger on the bright red button to gently press it.

Soon enough a doctor accompanied with a nurse came in through the closed double doors with quick anxious steps. Without even bothering to ask me anything he started checking my vitals as if I wasn't even present there. Something was seriously wrong with them as they kept on ignoring my questioning eyes and did their work. I was pretty sure that they were doing it purposely but I didn't know why.

A sudden slam made me look towards the door again as I was met with a pair of grey steely eyes which were strangely very familiar. The beholder of such beautiful eyes was a six feet tall guy with a rough stubble that had the same colour as his dark brown hair. His full sleeve shirt had the first few buttons undone and it completely crinkled. His shirt clung to his body and showed off his lean yet muscular structure while his pants were hung on his hips in the perfect way. He was disheveled and tired but I have never seen such joy in anyone's eyes before.

He just stood there, looking at me with something of a spark in his eyes while I held an enormous frown on my forehead laced with curiosity at this sudden intervention. He broke his gaze at last only to avert his eyes towards the gawking medical personnel and in those eyes, there was nothing but the hottest roaring fire that made them scurry out of the room in a matter of seconds.

The strange change in him scared me a bit. The charm was not present there anymore as I saw who he really was in the limelight of my absence in his sight. The door was bolted shut from inside and he turned around again to reveal that face of an angel, a sinful angel, towards me. His lips curved into a genuine small smile while looking at my face and once again I questioned his sanity. At the back of my head, I knew who he was or rather I was very familiar with the fact that who he was but that was just a small itch on my mind that didn't disclose any further details.

Now that I had a conspicuous perspective towards him, I noticed things that I didn't see before like the dark circles under his eyes which made him look haunted and lost while the visible, healing stitch on his neck was something that glued my eyes on him. His shoes clicked on the floor with a blunt yet strong pitch as he walked towards me sat on the chair beside the hospital bed.

A breath of tired air exhaled through his lips and he took my bandaged, left hand in his and drawled lazy circles on the back of my hand with his rough thumb. His gaze dropped to our intertwined hands while I waited anxiously for him to say anything. I was impatiently waiting for him to open his mouth and say something that would reveal my condition or anything about me or how I landed on a hospital bed because it seemed like he knew me. At least his gestures expressed so.

Instead, I was left speechless when his other hand disappeared into his pocket and produced a ring that he placed on my ring finger without any hesitation.

Moreover, the ring fits me perfectly.