Author's Note: This is a story I've been working on for quite a while. I've just recently started to really write it and get some chapters done, but I've got a lot of the story planned out in my head. This first chapter is short, so I went ahead and uploaded the second chapter as well. When you're finished, click the box at the bottom and tell me what you think of this first chapter.
Blinded by Life
"I need you to stay with us." A woman's voice spoke loudly next to my head.
I could tell that I was lying down and being pushed. There was a pause and then some jerking around before I heard something that resembled a car door slam.
"Are you allergic to anything?" the same woman said.
I was aware of a needle poking my skin and a mask being placed over my mouth. I was so tired, my body was numb, but pain was starting to make itself known to me. My head and face throbbed violently, alerting me to my injuries there.
"What is your name?" the woman asked just as loudly as she had before although it was hard to hear, almost as if she was far off in another world.
Holden. I opened my lips to speak, but I couldn't formulate any words and blood seeped into my mouth.
"We're almost to the hospital; everything's going to be okay."
There was another voice, it belonged to a male, but I couldn't understand what he had said. The bed I was lying on then began to move again and more people joined us. I don't know where the loud woman had gone, but more people were gathering around me, also talking loudly. I wasn't sure if they were talking to me or each other. I just wanted to go to sleep.
"We have to go into surgery immediately. I'm going to place you under anesthesia." A man's voice stated. The man was quiet and I could barely hear him over the commotion around me.
I wondered where I was. I couldn't see anything – my head was wrapped with white, disinfected bandages.
I couldn't tell if anyone else was in the room, although I doubted that anyone would come to see me anyways.
I could tell I was in a hospital, the sterile smell was suffocating.
I searched my mind for answers to explain why I was lying in a hospital bed, but the thoughts escaped me right as I grabbed on to them.
I heard a door open and then quietly close. Soft footsteps followed. There was a sigh and then a pop next to my bed, the sound of a soda can being opened.
It confused me; this person was obviously waiting and making sure I was going to be okay, but I could not think of one person who would sit by my side.
I decided to ask, but my voice was dry and scratchy as I tried to speak. "W-who are you?" I ended up coughing until my lounges hurt. Once my episode had passed I heard the person move around some; I couldn't tell what he was doing.
"Here, take a sip of water, it should help your throat." The voice was deep and calm.
I felt a cup touch my lips and the cool water tip into my mouth. I took a few sips before the drink was taken away.
The man laughed light-heartedly. "I never would have thought that we would meet this way; I'm your brother, Rowan."