Unfamiliarity.

Marcus slowly opened his eyes to a room with white walls, a white ceiling, and a tv.

Blinking, he allowed his eyes to adjust to the light a bit and then looked to the left and right. To his left was a few, empty, ugly ass chairs and to the right was a table near his bed.

Marcus focused. Definitely a table used in hospitals. The last thing he remembered was heading to the mall with his dad and coming up to a red light. Now he was here, and his neck was fucking stiff.

Marcus tried to move his right hand to his neck to massage it but found that both his hands were under about 15 pounds of blankets.

Using a bit more ****, Marcus pulled his hands out and felt something fall off the bed. Ignoring it, Marcus slid his hand under his neck and rubbed, easing the tension. Once that was done he looked towards the door and realized that it was open with people walking by.

“H-hey.” He grunted. Clearly his voice was still asleep. Swallowing, he tried again the next time a person walked by.

“H...hello!” Marcus’ exclamation was barely louder than his grunt from earlier.

Liked the first group of people, this person walked by as well.

The next 3 minutes passed with no people walking by. Marcus was beginning to grow frustrated. When someone did finally walk by Marcus tried one last time.

“H-hey! Help!” Again, his voice wasn’t loud enough for the person to hear.

*Fucking get in here!*. He thought at the person before they were out of his line of sight.

Marcus felt a pressure in his head that quickly retreated and was surprised when the person stopped in their tracks and slowly turned to look in his room before walking in.

What the fuck? Did they hear me? Fuck it, it doesn’t matter. At least they stopped.

The woman who centered was around 40 with what she probably considered “cute” piggy covered scrubs. She was attractive in a mature way with a pretty face and medium brown hair she kept in a bun with a pencil.

“Oh goodness! You’re awake! Let me get the doctor!”

She turned to leave.