All I can feel is a wobbly head, and the fact that I can't turn my head, sideways. Only my eyes are moving, or eyeballs to be specific. Even they are causing a mild pain and stress whenever I move the focus from one faint object to another. Object? Objects? No wait! They are moving. They are making these weird movements, like... like I have seen them before. Before?? Wait a minute!! Where am I???

My hands are heavy. Damn, why can't I move them? And, my BODY!! It's numb and heavy too. I.. I just can't feel anything. Argh! The pain in my head. Mild yet painful enough. Shut my eyes. Is this one of those dreams I had years ago when I was anaemic? My body just froze with cramps then. I dreamt I was trapped somewhere. Is this the same dream?

Open! No, this is not a dream. These objects.. they are people!!! But why are they weird? They... ugh... focus... focus... they.. they are wearing SCRUBS!!! Holy shit!! I am in the hospital!!!!

Shut! Focus, focus. How did I land here? What happened? I was walking...where... I was walking home, yes. The Bus stop..  the girl, the pretty girl...the bus.

Blank.

I see him regaining his consciousness. His eyes are moving. Relief. I look at the others. As if we had some sort of telepathy, they all look back at me and nod. She hands me another pair of scissors. My hands are busy working on his chest, ribs as a matter of fact, lungs to be specific. Both punctured by the ribs protruding back into the very same organs they were supposed to protect! Irony!

I feel the sweat rolling onto the face-mask from my forehead. It's not easy. My hands are still working there... BEEP BEEP BEEP. I turn around, the nurse was panicking. She knew what was coming. I turn my attention back to the chest, this time onto the heart. One of the doctors was holding it away from the broken rib. It's odd. It's slowing down. The color around it - red, red as in blood. It's punctured too! So he isn't as lucky as I thought he was. A silence. I look up at the others. The spark was missing. Colors drained off their faces. Not yet - I say to myself.

Open. The frenetic activity is missing. I am...... what happened. What's happening! why is my........ Shut.

The peaks were now alternating and low. "We are losing him!". "Am NOT".

But they knew it. The nurse saw it coming. It was over.

Open. Argh. Mom, dad. Dad... Shut.

And then it went out flat.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

They knew it. They saw it coming. But, my son, didn't see the bus coming.

For the record, this is the 3rd in series of my story telling. The first one - Loner, Shadow and this.

Disclaimer: The characters depicted in the stories are partly fictional, partly unreal and partly stupid. Any resemblance of any kind with any of the aforementioned characteristics is purely by coincidence, your imagination and plain stupidity.