Chapter 5 Was That A Dream

"Stand back, 1...2....clear."

I felt a light prick my chest, jerking me up and making me fall back to the bed.

"Her heart is..." the words of the people surrounding me started trailing away. It was almost like I was going under water.

One of the men dressed in a lab coat looked up to see my eyes open and put a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"We're going to make sure you're okay ma'am, please stay calm and you'll be fine in no time." He was kind of cute, I smiled internally.

I opened my mouth to speak but realized that I was not in control of my muscles. "Quick, her pulse is dropping, we need to start the procedure to keep her stable, stat."

My pulse? I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

Deciding to try speaking again, I did not want to be stable. Could they please just leave me to die?

I wanted to scream, shout, cry for them to stop but I couldn't move. I gave up trying just as I found myself in a deep sleep.

The sounds of the machines beeping like crazy woke me up this time.

"Page Dr Martinez, she's having spasms", the cute man from earlier said, jumping into a frenzy mode. My eyes were barely open but I could see him and two others dressed in similar outfits moving around my body.

"Move her to the ICU, Dr Martinez is on his way there already." A sweet voice said. I really wanted to see the face of the owner of that voice but I still could not move my neck. I felt something liquid trickle down the side of my head. Blood?

"3...2...1" I was hauled from the bed I was on to one with wheels. Lucky for me, those noisy ass machines were not in tow. In no time I was being wheeled across a hallway at an absurd speed. Is this how these people treat their patients?

I was slipping in and out of consciousness, next thing I saw myself in a room that smelt terribly of antiseptic. The machines I was hooked to this time were even louder than the previous one.

The doctors moved around me in a frenzy, I was starting to feel a little dizzy so I closed my eyes.

A strange static noise followed shortly. It was piercing, clean, clear. They increased their movements around my body which had gone into spasms again.

"Time of death, 1:36pm" the man with grey hair who I assumed was doctor Martinez called out loudly. Finally, I breathed to myself.

Wait! I don't think the laws of nature permit me to have heard that.

Just before I could think any further, I was plunged through what felt more like a suction tube than anything else. Crazy thing is that it lasted for barely five seconds.

I was on a bed. No, not the one at the hospital, this one was fluffier and the air smelt different. I peeled open my eyes, starting with one.

The sight before me frightened me to the point that I scrambled to my feet in the blink of an eye.

This was impossible. Had I been dreaming this whole time? I placed a hand on the top of the bed frame to steady my stance. Closing my eyes again, I took a deep breath before snapping them open. Nothing happened, it was the same large monochrome room I had been faced with a few seconds ago.

Where is this? I thought to myself coming down from the bed.

I pulled myself into the bathroom. It looked like a hotel but how I got here from wherever I was before was my concern. Looking at the mirror, I noticed something that wasn't there before. A small scar just below my temple, it was something that would ordinarily be covered by my hair but because it was up in a messy bun, the scar was clear as day.

A scar, just at the part of my head where I had felt blood gushing from in my dream. I gasped, backing away from the mirror and into the wall that was opposite it. This was absolutely bizarre. You don't sleep, have a long ass dream that ends at an accident and wake up with healed scars from the damn accident. It does not fucking happen.

I was certainly going batshit crazy.

While I was staring my horrified expression in the mirror, the sound of my work phone blared into the bathroom. I was able to treacherously tear my eyes away from my reflection and stumble into the bathroom.

Picking up the phone, I drawled a disinterested "yes?" into the mouthpiece without checking the caller. I hoped it wasn't my dad though.

"Woah! Grumpy much?" The familiar voice of my colleague and friend (sort of) at the office said.

"Don't get your panties in a twist. I was only calling to let you know I have sent the last email containing everything you would be needing for the presentation in the morning. Have you received it?" She asked, munching on what I believed were chips. The sound of each crunch made my eye twitch.

"Hello? Sophie, you there?"

"Uhm yes, I mean no. I'm here but I haven't received them yet, I'll check my laptop. Thanks." I was in a haste to end this conversation. It's not exactly what was going through my head right now.

"Alright, I'm sure you'll kill it at the meeting, talk to ya later luv," her Southern drawl came in strong at the end of this statement.

"Thank you Alice, I don't know what I would do without you." Lies, I'll do just fine.

"Probably not get the Russian client but hey, good thing I'm here for you. I've gotta go though, see you when you're back." The line disconnected just as I let out a gasp.

Deja vu?