1I know I haven't updated in a long, long time, but I have been busy with fan fiction and other important things. I hope you like this chapter. I will try to update quickly, but its not a promise. :/ Please tell me if I have any grammatical errors or punctuation errors. Enjoy chapter 2! Read & review!
Chapter 2
(Start of Dream)
"You've got 30 minutes left," my teacher told my class, as I was finishing up my final exam.
I was in my math class, taking my final exam when I heard this strange odd sound. I looked around me, but I saw no one making this strange sound. I tried to ignore it, because I needed to finish my final before the 30 minutes were up.
But then I heard it again. This time, it sounded closer and more distinguished. I got up from my seat and moved around the room, trying to pin-point the exact location that the sound was coming from.
The sound sounded as though it had a beat to it, like a drum, but making a higher pitched sound than a normal drum would.
"Excuse me Josephina? What are you doing?" asked my teacher as I was wandering the classroom.
"Shh," I told him. I had put my finger up to mouth to indicate to him to stop talking, but he didn't stop talking.
"What are you trying to listen for?" he questioned, even more curious than before.
"Don't you hear it?"
The classroom was silent for a moment before my teacher spoke again.
"Hear what?"
"That sound. The high-pitched drum-like sound," I answered him looking out the window of the classroom that led to the roof of the school.
Like before, the classroom was silent, you could hear a pin drop, but that drum-like sound continued to play.
"I can't hear anything," my teacher said with a confused expression on his face.
"Are you sure you're listening hard enough?" I inquired.
"Yes, I am Josephina. Now get back to your set, please. You are disrupting the class."
I gave in, and started to head back to my seat, when the sound got louder. I stopped, and listened closely. I needed to find out where that sound was coming from.
"Josephina, please sit down or I will send you to the dean's office," my teacher warned me.
Just then as I started moving back to my seat, a huge stream of light blasted around the edge's of the door.
I quickly put my hand up to my eyes, for the light was too blinding to look at. I realized as I was walking towards the door, that the high-pitched drum-like sound got louder and louder as I got closer to the door.
So, with a big gulp, I opened the door.
(End of Dream)
The light seemed to engulf around me and for a moment I was blinded by the intensity of the light. I had put up my right hand to my eyes to keep the light away from them until they adjusted to the light itself.
Slowly, I opened one of my eyes to reveal a small white room. It was about the size of a bedroom.
Trying to get out off bed, I realized that my left hand was attached to something or rather I was attached to it. I looked upon my left hand and saw a piece of medical tape on top of it, along with a IV catheter.
I lightly touched my hand and winced at the pain. Why did I have an IV in my hand? I thought looking around the room once more. Then I heard a sound. It sounded like a high-pitched drum-like beat. The same sound I had heard in my dream. I looked up to see a heart monitor showing every beat of my heart. So that's the sound I've been hearing, I thought as I watched the red line go up and down.
As I looked around the small colorless room, my eyes landed on a large white door with a golden handle. "At least the room has some color in this bleak, dreary room,"I said to myself. I left my eyes wander around the room some more until they fell upon a small device in the upper right corner of the small room. From where I was, I couldn't tell what it was, but to me it looked like a camera of a sort, possible a security camera because of the way it was shaped.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps. They were crisp and clear, like the sound of a woman's high heels clicking against a hard wooded floor.
My heart began to beat faster, therefore making the high-pitched sounds of the heart monitor speed up. I tried to get out of bed, but when I tugged on my left hand, a wave of pain shot through my nervous system telling me that I was still connected to the IV. As a result of trying to leave the bed, my heart started pounding even faster that I thought it was going to burst through my chest at any moment.
Without a warning, the curtain of that was keeping me blinded from the outside world was suddenly opened with a whizzing sound and there standing in the doorway was a young man with short curly black hair. He wore a long white lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck, like all doctors tend to do. On his feet were shiny brown commuting shoes with laces. Within one of his hands, he was holding a brown clipboard which a piece of paper was attached to.
I was looking him up and down when I seemed to notice his stern expression on his face, revealing that he must not be happy with something or someone.
"Awake I see?" he asked in a sarcastic voice; eyeing me in the process.
"Yeah. Can't you see I am," I answered, clearly not happy about being in a hospital.
"Calm down, miss. You don't have to get all grumpy about it," the doctor told me as he walked over to the IV bag to check it.
"Why am here?" I asked him.
He didn't respond. "Excuse me," tapping on his arm with my left hand. "Why am in a hospital bed?"
"It's sort of hard to explain," was his answer.
"What?" I said, confused.
"It's a long story it what I mean."
"Tell me," I commanded.
"Why?" he asked while he started to check the heart monitor that I was attached to as well.
"Because I want to know. I need to know," I said as I emphasized the word "need."
He put his clipboard face down on top of the hospital bed along with his pen.
"Do you remember where you were before you woke up?" the doctor asked.
"Yes," I answered. "I was at Roosevelt High School taking my final for Pre-Algebra."
"Do you remember what happened?"
I closed my hazel colored eyes trying to remember what happened, but all I can remember was a mist or gas of some sort.
"There was a mist or gas of some kind. It was coming through the ventilation system. Everyone then started to cough and some even passed out because of the lack of oxygen they were getting."
"Do you remember anything else?" the doctor pondered.
"Yeah, the door to our math class opened and . . . and," but I couldn't remember who had opened the door. "That's all I remember."
"Well, I can tell that you can recall a bulk of the incident," he began.
"Incident?" I asked interrupting him.
"Yes, incident. There was a fire that a student had accidentally set off in a bathroom."
"Oh, there was?"
"Yes, and so the mist or gas that you and your students were coughing on was smoke coming through the ventilation system."
He sounded sad; depressed about what had happened.
"What about the . . ."
"The fire alarm system wasn't working," the lab coat doctor answered.
Well, there's my answer to my question, I thought as my brain took in all the information.
"Were there any survivors?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to hear his answer.
"Everyone got out of the building." Relief washed over me intensely. "But, there were some students that got some bad burns as a result of the fire and may have inhaled too much smoke.
"How many students?" I asked, concern and worry within my voice.
"Six students total; including you," was his answer.
"That's not that many," I told him. "Are they doing okay?"
"That's none of your concern," he responded, picking up his clipboard and pen once again.
"Yeah it is," I argued. "Their my schoolmates."
"That may be, but right now it's your job to get your body back into healthy shape," the doctor replied.
"Why should I get my body back into healthy shape?" I pondered.
"Well, you are one of the victims of the fire," he remarked while looking at his clipboard. "Therefore you must have severe burns or ingested a huge amount of smoke."
I just stared at the doctor waiting for him to tell me which one I have, smoke or burns.
"So? Which one do I have?" I questioned.
"The doctors here have confirmed that you have ingested a large amount of smoke. Hence why you must get your body back into a healthy shape."
And with that last thought, the doctor in the long white lab coat left the small bleak and colorless room without another word.