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Writer's POV

Welcome, readers, to chapter three. Today, I am speaking instead of Narrator, as she is taking a break due to her anger towards me for what happened in Chapter Two. She may return to narrating later on. Since I am not skilled in narration, today's chapter will be from Jean's point of view and I hope you still enjoy this chapter. I will sort things out with our narrator, but please let me know if you would like a new one as a backup. I don't wish to replace her, but having a backup plan never hurts. Enjoy🥰!

Jean's POV

Hospital rooms are often associated with the constant beeping of machines and a sense of emptiness, almost like a graveyard. However, they are also known for the eerie silence that engulfs the space when one is alone. This silence is so profound that even the deceased would be astounded. It's not a place where most people would willingly choose to be, and yet, here I am, waking up to the chilling absence of sound.

As I glance around the room, all I can see is an overwhelming whiteness, punctuated by the bustling machines emitting loud beeps. And then there's the hospital gown I find myself wearing. Mine is adorned with white fabric sprinkled with vibrant blue stars, a fashion choice that baffles me. It feels like a definite fashion faux pas. But on a positive note, the bed I lay on is surprisingly comfortable, providing some solace amidst the unsettling surroundings.

I gaze out of the window and can only make out dark, murky clouds hanging heavily in the sky. The sound of rain permeates the air, almost as if it has been pouring for an eternity. How long have I been confined to this place? And how did I even end up here in the first place? Attempting to recollect my memories proves futile, as my mind betrays me, grasping only faint fragments of the past. I decided to postpone this mental task, opting to discuss it later with my friends. Somehow, I can't shake off the feeling that I'm not alone in this peculiar predicament. 

As I lay in my hospital bed, suddenly a white nurse walked into the room and acknowledged my presence. "Miss Hathaway, you're awake," she exclaimed. "I didn't expect you to wake up so soon, but it's a good thing." Her unexpected visit left me puzzled, prompting me to search for a name tag on her uniform. "So she is Ms. Sally," I thought, opting to address her by that name. "Ms. Sally, I'm wondering why I'm here. I don't recall how I ended up in this hospital." With a hint of sympathy in her voice, she replied, "Oh, you don't remember? It seems you have no recollection of what happened. You poor soul." Irritated by her sympathy, all I wanted was an explanation. I yearned to uncover the truth behind my presence in that hospital room.

Ms Sally moved in my direction and sat on the edge of my bed. She put her hand on top of mine and rubbed it. "I'll tell you. You see, it was around lunchtime when the janitor came to your classroom to clean it up, he was dumbfounded by the sight of everyone out in the cold and showing no sign of movement." She reluctantly said. "The janitor promptly checked your pulses to ensure that you were alive. While doing so, he realized that you were all electrocuted." I covered my mouth in shock when I heard the statement. Ms Sally continued, "The question was 'how?' because there was no sign or evidence of faulty sockets or windows being open. And to make matters worse, you were wearing any shoes so, it didn't make any sense how you were all electrocuted." She took a deep breath and continued, "Feeling confused, The janitor scurried to the school administration and told them about what happened. They two were shocked and rushed all of you to the nearest hospital which is the one that you're in right now, Berkeley Hills Hospital."

I couldn't believe it. So you're telling me that my class and I were electrocuted?! And you don't know what shocked us?! The fucking Hell?!! I'm worried about my family and hope they are okay. As if she was answering my thoughts, Ms. Sally spoke, "About your parents, well...they were very angry with the school. When they found out how they handled this, some parents decided to file a lawsuit against the school. And it tried its best to calm them down promising that they would find out who the fugitives were.

As part of their commitment to the students' well-being, the school has agreed to cover the medical expenses of all students, including yours."

I was relieved to hear that because my parents won't have to pay for medical bills. Then a question popped up in my mind and I decided to ask Ms Sally about it, "Am I the first person to wake up or others are awake, too?" The response she gave made me a little sad, "To be honest with you, you are the first one; all your friends are still out cold or in comas. You've been unconscious for two days." "Two Days?!" I exclaimed, as didn't expect myself to be in a coma. I wanted to go and check on my classmates as soon as possible. "When can I leave this room? I feel all better, and I want to see my friends," I said. Ms. Sally shook her head to mean no and said, "It's important to take it slow after waking up from a coma. I suggest staying in your room for two more days before checking on your friends to ensure a full recovery." I felt sad that I couldn't see my friends. I reluctantly decided to go with whatever Miss Sally professed and take it slow.

After spending an extra 5 minutes giving me supper (it was 11 p.m.), Ms. Sally finally left my room. I spent 20 minutes eating all my food and an extra 20 minutes finding any interesting shows to watch on TV( too bad I couldn't find any). I was thinking of what I could do. Then, an idea struck my head. I decided that I should just leave the room and check on my friends already. I know I might get in trouble for this, but it's better than being here bored and keep on sleeping. I was trying to see if I could walk, so I left my bed and took a few steps. The good news is that I haven't lost my ability to move. I strolled to the nearest pair of fluffy bunny slippers, put them on and stealthily walked out of the room.

I put my head out of the room to see if that cost was clear. After realizing that no one would pass there, I swiftly got out of that room and wandered around the hospital floor. I looked around while I was walking through the hallway. I noticed that our rooms were oddly organized according to the letters that started our surnames. So right now, I was in front of Aaron Norman's room, but I didn't want Aaron's room. I wanted my crush's room so, I went to the near end to find his room. After all, he's the only person I'm interested in. The rest, I will go to their rooms later. I just want to see my crush. I hope he's ok.

I arrive at my crush's room 10 minutes before midnight. I perked my voice and made my hair a little more tidy because I was going to see him and hoped to impress him. Feeling I was ready, I lightly knocked on the door. "Is anyone there? Can I come in?" I uttered. After waiting for two minutes, No response came up, so I just let myself in. What's the worst that could happen?

*Writer laughing maniacally*

I heard a strange echo laugh in the corridor. I looked for the person who made the noise, but I didn't find them. Shrugging it off, I just entered the room.

The room was enveloped in darkness, with the feeble glow of the life support machine serving as the sole source of light. The drawn curtains shut out the outside world, creating an intimate atmosphere. As I glanced around, my eyes searching for a light switch, I realized that it hardly mattered. All I desired was to lay my eyes upon him. And there he was, lying on the bed, his countenance exuding innocence and charm. Adorned in a hospital gown, adorned with peculiar red dots, it struck me as odd, yet oddly reassuring. The thought of him being unclothed sent shivers down my spine. The sight would have been too much to bear.

Back to the point, where he was peacefully sleeping. I approached him cautiously, eager to check if the machines were functioning properly. To my surprise, there was no beeping sound. I was overcome with fear and anxiety, worried that he might have passed away. But no! I cannot bear the thought of losing him. Philip Trajan is everything I've ever desired in a man. Yet, I haven't had the opportunity to express my true feelings to him, even though I understand that it may lead to rejection. As the proverb says, "It's better to try than not try at all." But how do I find the courage to share my emotions with him?

Recounting a tense and emotional moment, I desperately attempted to revive someone who appeared to be lifeless. I checked for a pulse by touching his neck, but there was none. Determined to awaken him, I performed CPR, opting for an alternate method that didn't involve mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Despite my relentless efforts, there was no breakthrough. With each passing minute, I continued giving CPR, desperately hoping for a miracle. But after 10 agonizing minutes, there was still no sign of improvement. Tears streaming down my face, I felt a crushing sense of despair, fearing that all hope was lost, and he had passed on to the afterlife. Then, unexpectedly, I noticed a slight movement in his fingers. It was a glimmer of life that ignited a renewed sense of hope within me. Believing he was still alive, I summoned every ounce of courage I had lost just moments ago and persisted in my attempts to rouse him.

After enduring two minutes of intense shaking, I witnessed a startling transformation in him. To my dismay, as I eagerly turned my head to greet him with a warm smile, I was met with his crimson eyes. They bore the unmistakable hunger of a creature in need. It quickly became evident that he was no longer the same Philip I once knew. A sense of panic overcame me, and I instinctively attempted to shift away, desperate to distance myself from this newfound horror.

However, my efforts proved futile as he effortlessly pounced on me, pinning me down onto the bed. The sight of him in this grotesque state, with prominent fangs bared menacingly, left me in no doubt of his true nature - a vampire. Trepidation gripped my every fibre as I struggled to comprehend how he had ended up here, in my midst. The circumstances surrounding his presence and the events that led us to this point remained shrouded in mystery. All I knew for certain was that my fate hung precariously in the balance, as I faced the imminent prospect of becoming his next meal.

As I felt the cold touch of 'Philip', the vampire, on my bare and defenceless neck, an overwhelming sense of terror engulfed me. In those chilling moments, I realized the gravity of my predicament and resigned myself to the possibility that this might be the end of my journey. Helpless and filled with regret, I couldn't help but reflect on the series of ill-advised choices that had led me to this fateful encounter. It was a foolish mistake, and as I faced the inevitability of my fate, a profound sense of remorse washed over me. In my final moments, I found myself contemplating if forgiveness would be granted by a higher power for my lack of discernment. Farewell, cruel world. It is both ironic and poignant to acknowledge that among the realms of the supernatural, the one who captured my affection would ultimately be the instrument of my demise, draining the very essence of life from my veins.

To be Continued...