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Coming Home

Bring Me to Life


Pain coursed through my body as I looked around the white room. Everything was white, and I mean everything. I don’t think I had ever seen a room this sterile. It was like staring at the center of the sun. it hurt my head, and I couldn’t figure out why.

Trying to sit up, searing pain radiated through my body. It was like someone was stabbing me with a dull knife. I couldn’t tell you what was going on. All I knew was pain and agony. A hand touched my shoulder and lowered me back down on the table. It was cold. Cold and white. That was all I remembered.

The next time I woke up, pain still slowly radiated from my body. It was dulled by the IV running through my arm; although, I had no idea why an IV was running through my arm. I tried to remember something before the cold and white. All that game to mind was the sounds of an assault rifle.

That was the part that wasn’t adding up for me. I hadn’t been to war since 2013 or so. I hadn’t been in a firefight since I lost my leg. And that was another thing. I tried to reach down and touch my leg, but it didn’t feel like my prosthetic. It felt like a real leg, and I wondered, briefly, if I had imagined the entire thing and was still a Marine in Force Recon back in 2008.

My eyes fluttered close again as the drugs pumped through my system. I was curious as to what was happening in my system, but my body was fighting something. I had no idea what it was fighting, but I knew that it was fighting something that needed to be fought. This was the battle of my life, more so than losing my leg had been.

I awoke again to what sounded like doctors talking. Their voices were soft, but I could make out some words like “gunshot” and “alive.” It made me wonder what the fuck had happened. What the hell was I doing? Had I been shot? And then it hit me, and it hit me fucking hard.

The memory flashed through me like a flood flashed through Arizona. The man had walked into the recruitment facility and had shot up the building. The last thing I remembered was jumping in front of some young kids and being shot like three or four times and then watching my own blood seep out of me.

At the time, I thought I was dying. I thought that recruitment building’s floor is where I would die. Honestly, I thought I had died. So it didn’t make sense that I was in some hospital or some weird facility being brought to life. And what the fuck happened to my prosthetic leg?

Groaning, I turned to where the voices were coming from. Two heads turned to me and were in the room immediately. I think from their looks that they were just as surprised as me that I was actually alive.

“Martinez, what do you remember?” One doctor asked. He had a deep voice and a buzz cut. I could tell he was military or a veteran instantly.

“I remember being shot,” I said. My voice was cracked like I used to be a twice a day smoker. “Where am I? What happened? What year or day or month is it?”

The two doctors exchanged a look that told me I wasn’t supposed to be alive, and I knew I was about to be in for a rough explanation if they gave me one at all. There was no doubt in my mind that this was about to be a painful explanation.

“That’s a lot of questions that you may not be ready for just yet, Martinez. You were shot, but beyond that, we need to ease you into what happened.”

I looked at him. “And my leg?”

A smile ghosted across his face. “Again, a conversation for another time. Just sleep for now.”

Notes

Hey guys. I know I have been away for way too long. I wish I had better reasons than what they are. The last few months have been awful to me. I was in and out of the ER with a kidney infection that had been misdiagnosed as a UTI. My nana passed (we expected it) but it's still weird to think I have no grandparents left. I have had to file 2 police reports this past weekend because men are awful sometimes. But, I am back... tentatively, and I will be updating much more frequently.

Comments

@BeccaBearSc
Awww thank you!

@BeccaBearSc
Awww thank you!

Worth the wait.

BeccaBearSc BeccaBearSc
2/2/19

@violetshade
Girl, as soon as I know, you'll know! I need to re-read!

Yay! Together again!!!
Although, what the fuck is going on?!