Sparks

The steady beeping sound of hospital machinery breaks through my sleepy fog. It's a sound I don’t think my mind could ever forget. I’ve been here too many times in my life.

That dreaded beep invading my brain as I lay here. I feel my lashes flutter against my cheeks as I force my eyes open. My hand feels heavy and warm. I feel a faint tingle under the skin on my hand.

I blink a few times trying to focus, but I’m nearly blinded by the light in the room. Everything is white. The walls, the floors, the bed.

I see....Wyatt? I blink a few more times, trying to focus.

Why is Wyatt here....and....holding my hand, asleep, in the hospital? Where is Parker?

I remember we were at the mall, eating lunch, and then so much pain. After that, I don’t remember much of anything.

Using my elbows, I try and pull myself up to a sitting position. Wyatt sits up abruptly, releasing my hand.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he whispers groggily, quickly putting his hands in his lap.

“The pain is gone, bu