Blood Part 1/?

It hurt to just breathe and for a whole minute I contemplated the idea of not breathing.

A car drove past nearby, its wheels screeching slightly when the driver obviously failed to slow down for the sharp corner. I lifted my head slightly and looked towards the road, the slight black of bitumen teasing me from between the blades of grass. The grass started swaying in my vision and I knew that I'd lost entirely too much blood. Logic told me to put my hand on the wound and pray for the best, but even that movement seemed too much at the moment.

Another car drove by and I wanted to laugh. How many cars would drive by without the drivers ever noticing the half dead person in the grass next to it? I sighed, blaming the ditch I was in, the sudden sharp corner of the road, and my generally small size.

The sound of a car door slamming made me wince. It seemed a little too loud for some reason.

"Is someone there?" asked a woman. From her voice, I'd probably have to wager more girl than woman, but I was never all that good at guessing ages anyway.

"Oh my God," exclaimed the woman. I was tempted to laugh, and mentally I was rolling around in laughter, but my only physical reaction was a slight quirk of my lips.

Trust my luck that the person who was going to 'save' me was probably incompetent enough to just speed up my death. A warm hand touched my head and I mentally shut down, if I was going to die, I was totally doing it in my sleep.

It was cold. Not in a 'holy cow it's freezing' sort of way, but in a 'my skin is probably ten degrees colder than it needs to be' sort of way. I sighed and winced when the action caused my chest to start hurting again.

Fantastic. I was alive.

I opened my eyes slightly and was greeted to the fascinating green curtain of hospital privacy. I closed my eyes again and counted to ten, just because it looked like I was in one of those stupid hospital dramas on tv doesn't mean I was actually in one. When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted to the same creepy curtains. Life really wasn't going my way.

"Oh good, you're awake. You gave us all quite the scare you know," said the nurse. Or well, I assumed it was the nurse, he didn't seem very doctory. Not that I knew what a doctor actually looked like.

I stared at him. Just because my instant response to his comment was to tell him that he was a wimp if a half dead girl could scare him, doesn't mean he had to hear it. I was grateful, really I was. Now all I needed to make my day was a giant squid coming through the curtain and strangling me.

A squid walked into the small enclosure.

Alright, not quite a squid, but if you saw her, you'd think she was a giant squid too. I sighed. Please just strangle me and be done with it.

"Mick, get her some water," the squid ordered. The nurse nodded and then seemingly ran to do her bidding. I was tempted, oh so tempted, to ask her if maybe she'd want the water more.

"I'm assuming that you know where you are. You haven't made any attempt to talk and though I would ordinarily assume that you seem to be the type to not enjoy talking, I need you to answer some questions and then I believe the police would like to ask you some." She said all this without taking her eye off the small screen next to my bed. A good thing since my first reaction to 'police' was to blanch.

Before I could figure out my chances of knocking her out and escaping, Mick was back with a jug of presumably water and a cup already filled in his hands. He put the cup against my lips and gently urged me to drink. The first sip was like heaven. I could feel it sliding down my parched throat. The rest of the cup went without incident. I smiled at him gratefully and he bustled off after the squid waved her hand.

"I know what you are," she said. I looked at her then, my eyes really looking at her instead of trying to discern how squid-like she actually was.

"Leave," I rasped. She smirked.

If you've ever seen a squid smirk, you'd understand that there are some things in life people can live without. This was definitely one of them. If I wasn't already mentally scarred, this would definitely do the job.

"I'm sorry, but I have orders to keep you here," she said. Despite sounding unapologetic, something in her eyes gave her away. She seemed to be trying to tell me something.

Fantastic, my brain was still mushy and a giant squid was trying to tell me something with her eyes. I was tempted to just close my eyes and go back to sleep, but then the threat of police was a very real and very dangerous problem.

"I need to check on some other patients. I assume you're a little too tired to do anything anyway but just in case."

I heard the snap of hand cuffs and looked down at my wrist. The cuff lay uselessly next to my hand, snapped around air. She did that strange talking to me with her eyes thing again and I followed her gaze towards the left side of the enclosure. Did she want me to jump out the left side of the enclosure?

Before I could actually verify anything she had left through the right side and left me to my own devices. Figuring that I'd probably have a higher chance of survival jumping off a building than winding up in the hands of the police, I removed all the weird tubes from my body and dashed out of the left side of the enclosure.

Well, I attempted to dash out. Reality was nice and cruel by making me essentially crawl out of the left side. Apparently I wasn't quite ready to walk yet.

I wound up under another bed, which was probably a good thing given that in the next minute a man yelled and suddenly there was lots of yelling, most of it running along the lines of 'she escaped'.

Deciding that under a bed was as comfy as on top of it at the moment, I curled up and went to sleep, praying more than anything else that no one would find me.