Two Steps Back

It's so dark here. All around me is pitch black and I can't see anything.

Beep.

Beep.Beep.

Beep.

'Ugh. Would someone turn off that god awful noise. Some people are trying to sleep here!'

...Wait. Where is here?

As my mind starts to become more aware, so does my body. And 'ouch!' Why does it hurt so bad? How did this happen?

In a moment of panic I think that my 'mom' found me and beat me within an inch of my life. But I start to recall what I was doing before I ended up where ever I am right now.

With my eyes still closed and my body in pain, I try to recall the last thing I remember.

'I was headed on my way to meet my Daddy, and I started to cross the street. As my luck would have it, all the stars aligned to make a potentially good day, to the worst. So I got hit by a car, and I last remember seeing someone before I blacked out.'

Sigh. Why can't anything ever go right in my life, as I shake my head.

So it seems I am in a hospital if the sounds that woke me up are anything to go by. It is a struggle to weakly open my eyes so I can start to observe my surroundings. As I thought, I'm in a hospital bed surrounded by walls that used to be white but fated into a muted grey color.

My bed is positioned in the middle of the room against the wall, there's a window that has sun shining through on the left, while looking to my right it a room; probably the bathroom, and next to the bathroom is the door to the hall.

When I move my head to look down to my body, a piercing pain stabs through my head moving it. Right, I hit my head pretty hard so I need to be more careful moving. I look down slowly and see that I have an IV bag attached to my right inner forearm, while my left has a finger monitor attached to check my vitals; and more monitors on my chest.

I can't see my legs since they are covered with a thin blanket, but they probably don't look any better with cuts, bruises, and maybe even road rash.

As I lay my head back down carefully, I start to stare at the ceiling above me trying to think of what I'm going to do now.

I'm stuck in a hospital with injuries that will take awhile to heal. Porbably don't have enough money saved up to afford it. And worst of all, I close my eyes in resignation; the doctors and nurses probably saw my body when they were treating me.

I sigh because now the inevitable is going to come. There will be questions that I don't want to answer. They should have some idea of what has happened to me and that these were not self inflicted. I don't want to answer them because it will bring in their sympathies to try to solve the problem, try to help me. And doing all that, there would probably be investigations into Sylvia and I really don't want to bring her back into my life even for this.

She is really cunning and knows how to make up stories; all while weaving lies that makes her look innocent and convincing. And with no one backing me, or to protect me I can't really fight against her.

I really fucked up. It looks like no matter how hard I try to get away from her, I might be headed right back into her clutches.

For a moment I contemplate just sneaking of this hospital before anyone is able to ask me questions, but I immediately discard that idea. When I try to move my arms and legs, hot white pain shoots through my limbs and I try not to wince.

'Yeah. Looks like I'm not going to be moving anywhere anytime soon.' I sigh again.

What am I going to do? Do I have to accept my fate or try to fight it somehow?

As I'm stewing in my thoughts, I hear the door handle to my room start to move. Seems like someone is coming in my room, maybe it's my doctor or nurse.

Resigning myself to my fate I open my eyes to turn my head towards the door to see who is coming in. Expecting the standard hospital scrubs, I'm surprised to see a pair of dark blue slacks.

I move my gaze up slowly and I see a dark blue short sleeve shirt, but what is even more surprising is the badge on his chest. As I examine more closely, there is a belt that holds many things, like a gun, taser, and probably a holder for handcuffs.

Shaking myself from my shocked state, I immediately move to see the person who entered my room.

The first thing I notice is the short army cut dirty blonde hair. Then as I drift to look at his face, I see a familiar pair of sky blue eyes.

(Author's note: Sorry it took awhile to get another chapter out. It's hard to find motivation to write more when I get busy with other things. I hope that everyone is enjoying this, please let me know if you like it so I know if I should keep writing this story. Updates happen when I find a muse to write it.Thank you for your understanding.)