POV Cole
Where am I?
Why is it so god damned bright?
Am I in the hospital?
"Hi Cole, how did you sleep?" Some redhead with a mess of curls on top of her head asks.
"Where am I?" I ask impatiently.
Redhead lets out a quiet exasperated breath that I don't think I was meant to see. What a bitch.
"Hello???" I ask for the second fucking time.
"Cole, you're at Harbor View Hospital in Seattle, you were in a motorcycle accident a few nights ago. You sustained significant injuries throughout your body. I know you're feeling confused right now and that is completely normal." She says as she turns her back to me and starts typing something on her laptop.
I was in an accident? What the fuck, no that can't be. I need to be packing for the European tour; I can't be here. No, no, no. My arms are filled with IVs, bandages, and wait who the fuck shaved my arm hair?! This is absurd; I have to go. I start ripping off the tape on my inner arm that is holding the IV in place. I hiss at the pain it causes.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Ginger says running over to me.
I swat at her, "No! Leave me alone! I want to go! I have rights!"
"Oh hell no," she pushes a button and several others come running in.
People surround me, "Cole! Listen to me, you need to calm down!"
I thrash and squirm until I'm held down. Pain engulfs me completely but the adrenaline coursing through me is in overdrive.
"I will sedate you if you can't settle down I'm not playing around," ginger threatens.
I collect all the salvia I can gather and spit directly in her face, "Fuck. You."
Ginger's brown eyes grow huge as she swipes away the liquid insult from her face, "I'm taking five and paging Dr. Sole."
"Fuck this place and everyone in it," I seethe out. No one even bats an eye at my comment which pisses me off further.
"I want my phone, now! I want to speak to my lawyer so I can sue the ever-loving fuck out of this hellhole!" I scream out and my throat goes so dry but I will NOT swallow my pride and ask for the water I desperately need.
"Honey, you never came in with a phone," some gray-haired lady says.
Shit.
Gray-haired lady grabs a cup with a straw and encourages me to take a sip. Thank fuck she read my mind. I decide she's the only one I like here. I grow increasingly tired after rehydrating and feel my eyes growing heavier and heavier by the second until I can no longer keep them open.
Although speaking in shallow tones, the sound of voices wakes me. Too lazy to lift my lids I keep them closed and listen to Ginger and the doctor talk about me.
"Dr. Sole, this is the second time in two days that he has had to be sedated for his own safety and quite frankly ours," ginger says in a frustrating tone.
"I know Charlotte but this is normal behavior post coma," Dr Sole explains.
"I know, I know," she says sounding softer.
"How many times have you had to explain the accident to him?" He asks her.
"Four times aside from when you told him the first time."
At the moment I do remember the accident but I don't remember having to be told about it on five different occasions.
"Neuro said everything checks out just fine. He'll be confused and agitated for a little bit longer, and his memory will also return in due time. He's healing well so I'd say in the next few days he'll be able to be transferred downstairs." The doc says.
Okay, so the good thing is I'm healing well, maybe I can be out of here in time for the tour after all. Whatever is going on with me mentally is temporary.
"His dad called today, he'll be here tomorrow evening," Charlotte I think her name is says.
I should want to see my dad but I don't. I don't want him to see me like this. He'll blame himself like he always does whenever I get injured. I haven't seen the extent of my injuries but I get the feeling it'll send him to an early grave when he does. I can't handle the disappointment he'll feel, I don't remember a single thing from that night. Honestly, I don't even remember the week prior to the accident or obviously after. Dad and I have been working endlessly for months to qualify for the European tour. Not only will dad be devastated if I can't race but I'm afraid of what it'll do to me if my biggest dreams pass me by.