After awhile Nicholas could no longer pretend he was asleep, hearing voices in his dreams that had been very unsettling and causing him to be restless. He didnâ€™t want so sleep anymore, working hard to fight off the grogginess brought on by the drugs in his system. More than anything he wanted to get out of this weird place and get back home. He wished that he was dreaming, hoping that he was still at the crash site, his unconscious body being bulled from his vehicle. In his mind he could still hear the sirens and car horns blaring in his ear but he knew they were only in his mind and nothing more. The reality was that he was stuck here, bruised, battered, and uncomfortable with no way of knowing when the hell he was getting out of here. He wanted to scream but he also knew that screaming was not going to get him any answers.<br/><br/>Hours seemed to pass by as he lay there staring at the white ceiling. Hospitals were usually duller colors like white, tan, sometimes grey but he felt that there was something wrong about how seemingly bright in contrast this place was compared to others he has been before.<br/><br/>The lights hurt his eyes if he looked at them for too long, but he only closed them whenever he heard footsteps coming towards him. Whenever a nurse checked up on him, he or she seemed to be checking something specific. What that was, Nicholas was not sure, but he knew, deep in the pit of his stomach, that he didnâ€™t like it. This time when a nurse dropped by he could feel her icy hands moving along his arm, he flinched at her touched. Then there was a small prick and she injected something into him. Powerless to do anything to get rid of her he had no choice but to let them poke and prod him with anything that they pleased. They seemed to love hovering over him for whatever reason, however no matter how much he wanted to tell them to get the hell away from him, Nicholas found himself powerless to do even that.<br/><br/>Nicholas was hoping and praying that he was just overreacting but he was really beginning to feel that something was wrong here. He wanted to get out of here, go anywhere; if he was dead then drag him to Hell for all he cared. Just get him out of here! His heart was pounding in his chest while he watched the nurse walk slowly away. He could have sworn that she turned around and winked at him, smiling seductively, but he did his best to ignore it. However his attention was drawn to a conversation about another patient who had been brought here, a girl. So he was not alone. He was not sure whether to not he should be relieved. What he did know was whatever the nurse had given him was starting to make him seem a little more energetic, which was not helping his situation any. There had to be a way out of this, and in spite of his battered body he would find a way somehow.<br/><br/>Another nurse approached him suddenly. Nicholas looked at her with a dull expression in spite of his newfound energy. She simply smiled at him, â€œYouâ€™re recovering quickly, nicely,â€ and then left after looking over his chart.<br/><br/>The people here were strange, too strange. He was really hoping he just hit his head too hard or something and things were not as bad as they seemed.