Fight 3 by M Dauphin Page B

entire time.
    “When can I go home?” I grumble to the male nurse on the side of the bed.
    “Mr. Roe, the doctor will discuss everything with you when he gets back in shortly.”
    Great, being shoved off by the gay male nurse. Wonderful, I just need to get back to my apartment.
    Savage. He’ll be able to pull the strings to get me out of here.
    “Where’s my phone?” I ask, looking around the room. Jesus, this room is fancy. Who the hell is paying for this? Certainly not me? I didn’t want to end up here, so whoever brought me here is fucking paying for this shit.
    “Sir, sit back, you just woke up....” He trails off as the doctor walks back into the room alone.
    My curiosity gets the best of me and I glance out the window to see if the girl is still out in the hallway. She looked pissed, and sad, and there was just something about her I couldn’t put my finger on. She’s not there anymore, though, so I focus back on the doctor who’s grabbing the chair from across the room and pulling it closer to my bed.
    “Eddie, tell me what you remember. Please,” he gently asks.
    I sigh and lay my head back on the table. Trying my hardest to remember something, but all I’m coming up with is shit from last week with work, and shit from my childhood. Nothing that would bring me here. Nothing worthwhile telling the good old doc.
    “Nothing. I remember no reason as to why I would be in this bed, unable to move my goddamned body.” I growl, pissed that I’m so fucking weak.
    The beeping starts again and I realize this time that it’s the heart rate monitor. Closing my eyes again, I count to ten and let my breath out, calming myself and the monitor.
    “Can we fucking turn that thing down? It’s pissing me off and I have a headache.”
    “Absolutely,” he says, and nods at the female nurse still in the room.
    She could be hot, but the scrubs she’s wearing is hiding a lot of parts of her I’d like to explore more. I grin at her and she tucks her head and walks out of the room.
    Huh. Never had that reaction on a woman before.
    “Eddie, you just woke up from a four month coma.” He watches me carefully for a reaction, something to tell him I’m okay.
    “Excuse me? Is this a joke? Where’s Savage, I need to leave. Fuck! Why can’t I fucking move?!” Throwing my head back on the pillow, I close my eyes and will myself to wake up.
    A coma? That shit doesn’t happen, and waking up like I did especially doesn’t. Looking around, I take in the room while the doctor’s voice drones on.
    There are flowers on the side table, but they look almost dead. Balloons litter the far side of the room, some newer looking, and some older looking. Some completely deflated. I see a blanket thrown on the sofa near my bed, with two very used looking pillows. Someone’s been sleeping in here with me.
    “What the hell?” I whisper to myself.
    “Eddie have you been listening to me?”
    “No. I’m trying to figure out what the hell is going on, DOC,” I say sarcastically. A part of me feels bad for him, but I can’t care about that right now. I need to get out of here. I can’t do hospitals.
    “Listen, Eddie. You were in a car accident. It’s been four months. You friends have been here to see you every day, your fiancé-”
    “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?” I boom at his fucking NUTS notion of me being engaged.
    “Gwynn. The girl. Eddie, you remember none of this, do you?”
    “Fucking right I don’t!” I make a move to move my arm, and this time it obliges.
    Slowly, I move my hand to my face to rub all the crazy away, and then I feel my face. The hair. No, no, no, no, this can’t be. I move my hand to my head and cringe when I feel my longer hair. Oh god, no. No, I can’t be turning into him. NO, this isn’t happening.
    “Is there someone you remember, someone you would be able to talk to, Mr. Roe?” the doctor asks hopefully.
    There’s only one person I trust. One person I will listen to.
    “Get me