“Cant wake up, wake me up inside.” -Evanescence

DATE: UNKNOWN

I awoke, groaning through clenched teeth, my eyes refusing to open.

I tasted blood and metal, my entire body felt sore, and mild pain shot through me every few seconds.

Breathing was difficult and I felt as if I was ****.

Frantic, I **** open my eyes, my vision blurred, tears streaming down my face, yet I saw it. A tube going into my mouth and down my throat.

My hand snapped to pull it out.

A bad idea.

Gripping the tube I pulled with all my strength, and the tube came shooting out, along with blood, and phlegm.

Pain now seared through my throat and nose. I yelled in pain.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on me, my yelling must have attracted the attention of whoever did this to me. I heard a voice.

“Your Highness! Your Highness! Stop stop! Let me help! Doctor! Doctor! He’s awake!”

A woman.

My vision still blurred I only heard her shoes as she jogged out of the room.

I felt more wires and tubes attached to me. On each wrist, pricking me, and further up my forearm. A steady beeping from what was likely an EKG machine letting me know I was indeed living.

Footsteps. Several of them, entering the room. Voices.

“Are you certain he’s awake? It cant be possible…” I heard another voice say.

“Surely not after all this time” a male voice said.

“Your Highness, can you hear me?” A woman asked me?

“He tore out the ventilator!” The male voice cried.

“Get me 2.5 milligrams of morphine and a disinfectant. I need to make sure he didn't cause any internal damage ripping it out.”

“Prep the CT scanner”

“Your highness, can you open your eyes for me?”

I moved my head no.

“Can you give me that?” The woman, must be the doctor, said to someone.

“Okay, this might hurt.” She said to me after a moment.

Light. Blinding into my eye as the doctor gently opened my eyelids and shined a light into them.

“Okay…” she said quietly as she checked each eye and closed them.

“Nurse, get the eyedrops please.”

“Are you able to speak?”

Again I nodded my head no.

“Possible throat infection, start a course of antibiotics.”

“Open your mouth for me please.”

I did so, with difficulty, I heard a click as she must have put the same flashlight down my throat.

“Swollen with minor bleeding.”

“Here are the eyedrops doctor.” I heard another woman with an almost childlike voice say.

“Okay, I’m going to put these eyedrops in, which will hopefully clear your vision. This will sting a bit.”

She gently pried my eyelids open again, adding three drops in each eye. I grit my teeth and hold back a yelp as she does so.

“Okay, keep your eyes closed for 30 seconds to let the drops work.

Nurse, where is the antibiotic?”

“Excellent” she murmured after I heard a shuffling sound.

I felt pressure in my right wrist as she administered the liquid into the IV.

“Okay, you may open your eyes now.”