According to the nurse I just showed up at the hospital
door, lucky to be alive. The last thing I remember is the shine
of those Hazel eyes.
Shortly a doctor arrived to assess my condition, his eyes
were Green. He explained the severity of my situation
andwith vivid detail the intensity of my head smashing
against the asphalt with a blow he said “Should have been
lethal.” However the Green of his eyes stayed the same. No
emotion or desire in his eyes, unlike the nurse had before him.
His eyes were filled with simply — boredom — I hated him
for this. The boredom in his eyes sparked a fire of hatred in
mine.
I awoke still shrouded in a blanket, however this blanket
wasn’t cold it was warm, yet heavy. My eyes ached with the
touch of light and Oh! How my head throbbed with pain! My
breathing labored on, just as I drug my feet through the snow.
A small yet capturing figure entered my field of view and
as it drew closer. My eyes readjusted to the light to align the
blurs to create on image of a soft nurse. She was bathed in the
light of the florescent bulbs above.
She looked at me with eyes so similar yet so different. Eyes
that are loving and caring like the endless sea of Hazel I
remember so clearly. These eyes however were Blue. They lit
up when they noticed my stirring. I felt a rush of pain as I tried
to stir from my broken slumber and confusion.
I closed my eyes to picture those endless seas of Hazel to
take the pain away. But I was quickly snapped back to the
harsh realization that the Hazel eyes were gone and I was
confined to a hospital bed, kept alive by only a breathing tube.
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