To Belong

Well, here it is. The second real chapter of my story. I finally found some time to finish it. I don't like it very much,especially not the ending. Maybe I'll edit it after I have finished the story. First I'm gonna focus on finishing this =p. Enjoy!


Everything was black. Liz couldn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t move her arms or legs. Slowly she regained conscious. Her fingers started to stir. Slowly her eyes opened but she closed them immediately. The lights were too bright. She had been in darkness for too long. She let her eyes get used to the blinding light.

When she was able to fully open her eyes she looked at her surroundings. The first thing she saw was the ceiling. It was plain white, with the occasional TL lamp every three feet. When she tried to look at her right side, she found she could not move her neck. On second thought. Her neck hurt a light. She realized her neck was bandaged. Liz was starting to panic. ‘Oh my god! Where am I? What happened?’ The same thoughts raced trough her mind over and over. It was when she saw a bag of blood hanging next to her bed that she really started to panic.

Liz trashed on the bed and was screaming and crying for help. After only a couple of seconds, doctors came rushing in.

“Quick! Grab her arms! She’s hurting herself!” one doctor shouted to his colleagues. Another doctor answered the calls. He pinned one of Liz’ arm down and put a strap over her wrist. After that he moved to her other arm and strapped it to the bed. A third doctor had strapped her legs to the bed. The first doctor had an injection needle in his hand. With his left hand he searched for a vain in her arms. When he found it, he put the needle in her arm en shot some sort of medicine in her veins. Immediately Elize calmed down and fell in a deep sleep.

“Well, she’ll be quiet for some time. We’ll check in on her after a couple of hours”, the first doctor said and walked out of the room.


When Liz woke up, she realized her headache was gone. Due to the medicine, Liz could think clearly. She realized she must have been in an awful accident. With that in her mind, she tried to remember what happened. The last thing she could remember was driving home, thinking of what she would be wearing to her date that night. She didn’t have to worry about that anymore, she thought bitterly.

Liz noticed that she could move her neck now. When she tried to sit up straight, she winced a little. Her back still hurt a little. She looked around the room. It was the same room you see in every hospital. The walls, floor en ceiling were white. On the wall on her right hang a painting from some unknown artist. The wall on her had a big window with white drapes. On the windowsill stood a lone, empty flowerpot. The wall across her bed only has a door. The rest of the wall was just as white as the rest of the room. Even her sheets were whiter than white.

Next to her bed, stands a little table. On the table stood a black vase with the most gorgeous deep red roses. Their color was so crimson it looked liked someone spilled blood over them. Next to the vase lay a note. Beautiful handwriting covered the note. Someone must have taken great care in writing that note. Elegant letters swayed from line to line.

“Dear Liz,

I was mortified when I heard of your crash. I was so worried! When you didn’t show up 15 minutes after our agreed time, I became worried and called your cell. You can understand what happened when the operator told me your number wasn’t working.

After some calling to your friends and parents, I learned to you was in a hospital! I immediately went to visit you, but you were still unconscious. You were injured so badly the doctors didn’t know whether you would live or not. The next day they called me to say what you would live, but that you were still under narcoses from the operation. So I decided to buy you some flowers and leave a note. I hope you like them.

Honestly, I’ve been worrying sick about you! Please contact me as soon as you can.

With love, Jack”

Liz could feel tears prickling in her eyes. The crash was that bad! She decided to call a nurse and ask her what happened. She looked at the table but she couldn’t find a phone or button. She started looking around her bed for something that would call a nurse. After ten minutes of searching she finally found the right button. It was right above her head! She pressed on it and waited.

After a couple of minutes the door opened and the nurse walked in.

“You called, miss?”, the nurse asked.

“Yes. I just read this card from a friend, saying that I was in a bad car crash. But I can’t remember anything. Can you help me?”, Liz asked.

“Well, I could asked Dr. Melrose. He is the one that diagnosed you and operated you. I’ll be right back”. The nurse left.

Once again, Liz was left alone with nothing to do but to think. She thought of Jack, of her friends and family. She tried to remember what happened. Al she could remember was thinking of her date, a car honking and then darkness. ‘Was I lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear or saw that car coming?’, she wondered.

“Hello miss, you wanted to see me?”, a tall, tanned, lean man said. He looked to be about 35 years old. His eyes were so dark brown, you couldn’t tell the difference where the pupils stopped and his irises began. His jet black hair fell in soft waves across his face, down to his cheeks. It looked so silky and smooth, Liz wondered if his hair was softer than the finest silk on Earth. He had a normal, yet elegant nose which pointed just a tiny bit upwards. His lips were soft pink, not too small, not too full. He wore the telltale white coat all doctors wear. Underneath he wore a dark grey sweater with a black collar pouring out of the top. His navy jeans were low on his hips and hugged his legs. Luckily his jeans weren’t so tight that you could see everything. Liz’ mouth fell open at the sight.

“I…..I….Well….Yes. I want to know what happened on the day of my crash. I can’t remember anything and the nurse said that you know more. Can you help me fill in the blanks?”, Liz asked stuttering, with a soft voice.

“But of course. A truck hit your vehicle in the passenger’s side. The truck hit your car with such an impact that your car was launched to the left en stopped about 14 feet away. It took about 4 men to get you out of that car. You are very lucky to be alive.”, Dr. Melrose explained. What was left of Liz’ skin tone was drained from her face upon hearing this story.

“You even nearly broke your neck. As for your real injuries, three ribs are broken, you have a concussion, you broke your elbow and nearly severed a nerve. When you were brought in, you were in a coma. I’m happy to see that you are doing much better now. In a week or two you could leave the hospital, if nothing interferes.”, Dr. Melrose continued.

“I guess I am lucky. Oh my god! I…..I…..I could have been dead! I could have been paralyzed! I could have lost a limb or two!”, Liz exclaimed.

“Yes, you could have. But thankfully it wasn’t that serious. I have to go and check on some other patients, I’ll be seeing you again tomorrow. Bye!”. And Dr. Melrose left.

Liz had now nothing to do but thinking. Thousands of ‘what if’s’ raced trough her mind. She still couldn’t believe she was alive. Especially after hearing how heavy her accident was. Completely mind-struck, she lowered herself onto her bed. And after asking herself the 548th ‘what if’, she fell asleep.