The first thing Christian noticed when he awoke was the fact that he could not any part of his body. As hard as he tried, he could not get any of his limbs to budge. It was as if someone had set a car on top of him. It was starting to get hard to breathe, and that’s when the panic started to set in. Christian strained, and was just barely able to get his mouth open.

[color=00a651]“Hello? Is there anyone around? Help!”[/color]

The words escaped his lips as nothing but gusts of wind.  At this point, Christian strained to tear his eyes open. He groaned and started to feel an almost burning sensation in his eyelids as they slowly moved apart. 

His vision was blurry, but it was easy to tell that he wasn’t in his room. For one thing, the ceiling wasn’t the cream color it should have been; instead, it was a bright, almost unnatural white, like that of a hospital room. 
Hospital room…

Christian realized that one, he was able to breathe; two, that he was breathing extremely fast. He slowed his breathing and calmed himself down. He tried to think of how he ended up in the room with the white ceiling. He closed his eyes. 

[color=00a651][i]Okay, so, you were driving back from a party. It was a Friday night. You dropped of Alyssa, and then Kate, and then Derek. Then what… Think. Think. [/i][/color]

The boy took in a deep breath and slowly closed his right hand into a fist. He opened it, and pressed each of his fingertips to the tip of his thumb; it was something he did when he was thinking, and it was something to check if he had any motor function at all. 

[color=00a651][i]I was on my way home. I figured I’d take a shortcut and take the left through the construction zone than take a right. I made it a little ways before – shit![/i][/color]

It was the accident. He sighed and balled his hand into a fist again. The whole street was dark. He didn’t see the car coming. He wasn’t even sure if the car had its headlights on, but he was sure of the fact that the car collided straight into the side of his Audi. The car had flipped over three times, landing on the hood, and he could hear footsteps before passing out. 

He was in the hospital. He was sure of it now. Christian strained and lifted his head up, and grunted in surprise. 
His clothes was still on instead of a hospital gown, and there was no indication that this was any kind of hospital room. There were no monitors, no medical equipment, no signs around the room about general health. The room actually looked more like a hotel room, than anything. 

One thing was now certain – Christian had to get up. The straining started again, and after a difficult few minutes, he was sitting up in bed. The headache that had been with him since he was up, but only now chose to present itself, had subsided into nothing but a small throbbing. It was manageable.  Christian finally got himself to his feet and shuffled slowly to the door. He had chosen not to freak out just yet; if the door was locked he would. Just as he was reaching for the door, there was a small [i]click[/i]. Christian lunged for the door, turning the knob as fast as he could. He relaxed when it turned, and he opened the door.

Christian was instantly greeted by a sign on the opposite walls with different arrows, specifying different locations. He read “cafeteria,” and his stomach immediately started to grumble. Although he had registered the sounds of other people coming from the left, he left the room looking to the right, in the direction of the cafeteria. He was able to make out another kid just turning the corner to the hallway that lead to the cafeteria, and as he opened his mouth to call out to the kid, he felt something bump into him.

[@Lillium] [@Jinxer]