Charlie woke and groaned. The cardiac monitor beeped, and began to quicken, Charlie began gasping. The monitor raged on in an uncontrollable, furious manner. The piercing beeping filled the room and alarmed the doctor down the hall. The doctor ran to the room and found Charlie sitting up straight a panicked look painted on his face. Tears filled his eyes and his body became heated in a feverish manner. He grew distraught and angry and wanted to scream. The doctor called for help and put his hand on Charlie's shoulder. Charlie flinched rapidly and nearly swung at the doctor. He took a deep breath as the room filled with doctors and nurses all trying to calm him. However Charlie just stared and breathed trying to calm himself. Ignoring the clutter and noise of the room he spoke.
"Where the fuck am I..." Charlie said in a monotone voice as the room continued to roar around him. Nurses were making calls, doctors were checking vitals and talking in a patient tone trying to calm each other and Charlie.
"Hello! Where the fuck am I!" Charlie shouted the compression pained his chest and his lungs pressed against the tight wrap around his torso. It weaved over both of his shoulders and behind his back. He breathed and felt the broken ribs move unnaturally. Then the room grew silent. They all stared at Charlie eyes intently studying him. He felt the room grow tense. Nobody knew what to say. He grabbed the nearest doctor by the coat and pulled him close. The doctor terrified looked into Charlie’s eyes.
“Tell me what happened. Or find me somebody who will.” Charlie said in a low harsh voice. He then released the doctor who immediately straightened his coat and ran out of the room. Charlie spotted a DOVE poster in the hallway through the door as the man ran off. He needed answers, and now.