John woke up in a hospital bed, confused about where he was and what was going on. The bright lights made him wince, the white room cold. He noticed the IV dripping into his arm and heard the rhythmic beeping of monitoring equipment. He was covered in wires, a blood pressure cuff and some kind of finger monitor. John tried to sit up, but moving only produced more pain.
“Great, I’m completely helpless,” he thought to himself. His head was woozy from what he thought was the pain medication.
The memories all came back to him bit by bit. The motorcycle he was riding, sliding across the pavement after being hit from behind, the impact, and then…. Nothing.
“Dammit, I just paid that off, too,” John groaned. He tried sitting up again, letting out a gasp, the pain taking his breath away.
“Fuck.” He growled, frustrated by how stiff his body is. John heard footsteps approaching, and shaded his eyes from the bright light to see who it is.
A nurse stepped into the room, her scrubs hugging her curves tightly. She rushed over to John, reprimanding him. “Oh, dear! We can’t have you getting out of bed, Mr. Miller! Please, lie back.” She wrapped him in her arms, helping him descend to the bed with minimal pain.