The Midnight Hour

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Chapter 2

I wake with a loud scream, swiftly shooting my eyes back and forth around the room. The room is white and brightly lit, a small television hangs on the wall. An iv-drip attached to my arm, I’m in the hospital. Where’s my family?

“Hey, can anyone hear me?” I shout.

My voice is cracked, dry, the sound hurts my throat as if passes my lips. A pulsing ache radiates from my stomach, letting me know it was all real. Morphine pumped through my veins, but the pain remained, just as strong as ever.

I fumbled with the remote attached to my bed, trying to press the nurse call button, my eyes unfocused. A young woman walks into the room dressed in pink scrubs, she looks at me hesitantly.

“How may I help you Mr. Martin? Is everything okay?” She speaks quietly.

“Where am I?”

“You’re in Taylor Regional Hospital. You were admitted two days ago for a knife wound to your abdomen.” She said.

“Where’s my family?”

“I’m so sorry Mr. Martin.” She starts, shaking her head. “Their gone.”

“What do you mean gone?”

She gets a pained look on her face, then rushes out of the room.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispers as she leaves.

The words float in the air, echoing in my head. I already know what she meant, deep down I had known all along.

I lay my head back on the stiff pillow and close my eyes.

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