Ch. 20 Hazy

Bright, fluorescent lights

blinded me.

They glowed on the ceiling,

blindingly bright.

A hospital room

came into focus

around me.

I heard people somewhere,

scattered voices,

frantic,

panicked,

scared

for me.

Then someone was talking.

It took me a minute to realize

that it was me.

My voice sounded strange,

foreign,

and

unfamiliar,

croaking Charlotte's name.

I was too out of it

to really hear anything.

But among all the chatter

going on around me,

I caught a few words.

"...drunk driver..."

"...accident..."

"...Charlotte Johnson..."

"...dead..."

I scream.

I fall off the bed.

I snap out of it.

Author's Note

This, and the end of the chapter before, is a brief flashback to the moment when Riley woke up in the hospital. Let me know what you think so far in the comment box down below. As always, thanks for reading.
--theladygraceling