Kev
The white room looked so sterile and felt cold, detached from my reality it reminded me of that day. The day I never wanted to talk about again, yet the day haunted ever nightmare, cursed every dream I had and took part of my soul I know will never return. That forsaken day continually ripped me out of my reality. My palms were clammy and my heart thundered in my chest. I didn’t think any other day would be shitter, more horrific until a week ago.
A thin film of sweat covered my brow and upper lip, I hate hospitals. My hearing sensitive to all going on round making me jumpy. Nurses busied themselves in the silent room, no one able to speak. Quick movements made me growl as I sat at Ian's side and stared down at him, willing him to wake.
A week he had been out cold. A week he refus
