Eyes Like Fire: Part 5

Staring at her surroundings, Summer remained sitting on the cold wooden bench, silent and baffled. As she once again remembered what had happened that day...wait, what time was it?? Glancing at the clock hanging neatly above the reception desk, she saw that the slender, silver hands pointed to the time of 7:49 AM...this all happened yesterday? It sure didn't feel like it. Feeling heavy, Summer forced herself to wander up to the desk. The desk clerk glanced up, smiling sympathetically at Summer. Knowing she probably looked tired and rather beat-up, Summer forced a smile back. 1

"May I help you?" The desk clerk asked in a sweet, understanding voice.2

Glancing at the woman's name tag, Summer was curious to know the woman's name. It read "Mary". 3

"Um, yes Mary...may I please have the room number to Blake Smith? He's my boyfriend who arrived this morning...or last night," Summer's eyes started to glaze over with tears. She finished her sentence, "I'd like to see him please..."4

Softly nodding, Mary looked up the patient's name on the computer. Once she found the correct room, she turned back to face the heart-broken teenager.5

"Room 518, Sweetie."6

"Thank you so much..." Summer replied, her mind wandering off. Turning away from the desk, she glanced at the several halls and elevators that lead to certain room sections. Realizing that Blake's room would be on the 5th floor (the first number of his room indicating the floor) she knew she would need to take the elevator. "I am NOT taking the stairs...too tired!" Summer mumbled to herself. Slowing meandering into the elevator, she pressed the glowing "5" on the display of buttons...7

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Arriving on the 5th floor, she waited for the doors to part, then she walked out. "Room 518..." she thought to herself. Scanning different room numbers as she roamed the hallways of the hospital, she finally spotted the correct room. Noticing that a nurse and doctor were in the room crowding over the hospital bed, she decided to remain unnoticed and continued walking down the halls. Periodically stopping to gaze into random rooms made her have a feeling of hope. Seeing family and friends comforting those who had been hospitalized due to health problems or injuries spread a smile across her face. Maybe the ENTIRE world wasn't all evil. As she reached the end of the hallway and turned around to head back towards Blake's room, she noticed the doctor and nurse exiting and heading off to visit a different room. Perfect timing. Quickening her pace to the room, Summer was extremely eager to see Blake. After what seemed to be forever, she turned into room 518.9

Stopping, she stared at her boyfriend in his hospital bed. He was still quiet and motionless, just as he had been when he was taken from his property. Maybe he was sleeping... Lifting her chin up, she realized this was no time for tears. Walking over to the side of his bed, she grew even more tired seeing her boyfriend in such a different state than how she was used to seeing him. She spotted a soft, cushioned chair sitting next to his bed, unoccupied. Sitting down, she relaxed a little. She softly took Blake's hand into hers, stroking it softly with her fingertips. She waited for his soft, hazel eyes to flutter open, acknowledging her presence. But they didn't...they didn't shift what-so-ever. Becoming more concerned, she glanced at his chest, which was calmly moving with each gentle breath he took. His pulse wasn't rapid, he wasn't running a temperature, and his skin wasn't washed out. She layed her cheek against his forehead...clammy, but not drenched in sweat. Sighing, she gently kissed his cheek and sat back up to view the full profile of her boyfriend. He was so gorgeous, even in a hospital bed, all battered and bruised. Smiling to herself, she only wished that he would wake up to her being there, holding his hand. Maybe her voice would help wake him up from sleeping. If he didn't wake up with her whispering his name, she wasn't going to push it. He must be terribly exhausted and extremely sore from the incident. 10

Leaning closer to his ear, she softly whispered his name.11

"Blake...hey baby, it's Summer...I came to see you."12

Sitting back slightly, she scanned his face for any changes in his position. Nothing. Worried, she looked at his EKG, which monitored his heart rate. Normal. He was probably just sleeping, he went through a lot of trauma that day...she should probably leave him to rest. Her feeling of assurement quickly washed away as she noticed the doctor's clipboard with notes on Blake's condition scribbled down. Nothing really caught her eye until her eyes fell upon bold words that were written in red ink...13

"Coma Patient"14