Every day when you first wake up, you become a different person. It only lasts for the smallest amount of time, but in it, the possibilities are endless. As always, however, we eventually remember who we are, the people around us, what we’ve been through, and what we’ve done. In that moment, our hearts sink just a little. Even when we are reminded how good everything is, it still cannot compare to that single moment of infinity.
That sudden instant of limitations has hit no one harder than when Aaron Fletcher woke up in a hospital bed. For everything he had spent a lifetime trying to forget ripped its way back into his memory like an unstoppable wave.
Along with it he remembered what landed him in the hospital. His eyes focused in on the stale white room. His eyes eventually rested on the man seated next to him. He was tall. Aaron could tell even when he was sitting down. He wore his tar black hair short and neatly cut. His eyes suggested that he found the floor very interesting, only taking them off it to check his watch and momentarily stare at his ring while he moved it from side to side on his right ring finger. Then, after a long while, the man’s eyes met Aaron’s.
“Ah, you’re awake.” He looked away for a second, while he called the nurse into the room. “Do you remember what happened? The doctor said to my dad that you might not. Apparently when you were knocked down, your head hit the ground a little hard.”
“You have a slight concussion. Do you remember the incident, sir?” The nurse interjected.
Aaron bit down on the tip of his tongue, and balled his right hand into a fist underneath the sheets. He remembered what happened just fine. The problem was that someone else might know what happened too. If that were true, Aaron wou...
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... of his surroundings, but listening was all he had. He couldn’t smell anything other than that sickly hospital scent. So Aaron lay there, listening as footsteps shuffled up and down the halls.
For a brief period of time, he thought there was another person in the room along with him and the elderly man in the next bed. But the person had already left when he carefully lifted one eye open for a careful peak. Perhaps it was another nurse, or a doctor coming take a quick look at patients. Perhaps it was someone else watching him to make sure he was asleep, and then was scared off when he twitched or something.
Whatever it was, nothing happened after that. All Aaron heard was the common, nonstop shuffling of feet up and down the hallways, and all he could sniff out was the almost nauseating hospital smell. And before Aaron knew it, he had actually drifted off to sleep.
...ed the narrator have they seen Al because his bike was on the ground. The narrator was speechless and is thinking to himself “I wanted to get out of the car and retch, I wanted to go home to my parents’ house and crawl into bed” (par. 33). Also when the lady asked them if they wanted to take some drugs and party, the narrator just looked at her and said “I thought I was going to cry” (par. 35). Before these events, the narrator would have partied with the girls but now after going through these experiences, he realized he isn’t bad as he thought himself to be.
He and Zeena had not exchanged a word after the door of their room had closed on them. She had measured out some drops from a medicine-bottle on a chair by the bed and, after swallowing them, and wrapping her head in a piece of yellow flannel, had lain down with her face turned away. Ethan undressed hurriedly and blew out the light so that he should not see her when he took his place at her side. As he lay there he could hear Mattie moving about in her room, and her candle, sending its small ray across the landing, drew a scarcely perceptible line of light under his door.
She was watching the mysterious movements of a man outside, who, peering in an undecided fashion at the house appeared to be trying to make up his mind to enter. This passage gave me a feeling of eariness for me. All i can think of is in the movies how the doctor paces back and forth when he sometimes doesn't know how to bring bad news to the family.So by then i knew ahead of time that it had to be bad news due to the stranger having a hard time approaching the home.
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“It was a large, beautiful room, rich and picturesque in the soft, dim light which the maid had turned low. She went and stood at an open window and looked out upon the deep tangle of the garden below. All the mystery and witchery of the night seemed to have gathered there amid the perfumes and the dusky and tortuous outlines of flowers and foliage. She was seeking herself and finding herself in just such sweet half-darkness which met her moods. But the voices were not soothing that came to her from the darkness and the sky above and the stars. They jeered and sounded mourning notes without promise, devoid even of hope. She turned back into the room and began to walk to and fro, down its whole length, without stopping, without resting. She carried in her hands a thin handkerchief, which she tore into ribbons, rolled into a ball, and flung from her. Once she stopped, and taking off her wedding ring, flung it upon the carpet. When she saw it lying there she stamped her heel upon it, striving to crush it. But her small boot heel did not make an indenture, not a mark upon the glittering circlet.
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“The room was silent. His heart pounded the way it had on their first night together, the way it still did when he woke at a noise in the darkness and waited to hear it again - the sound of someone moving through the house, a stranger.”(4)
With both hands resting lightly on the table to each side of his white foam cup, Otis stared into its deep abyss of emptiness with his head bowed as if willing it to fill again, giving him a reason to enjoy the shelter that the indoors provided. I could almost touch the conflict going on inside of him, a battle of wills as if he was negotiating with an imaginary devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. I sensed a cramp of discomfort seizing his insides, compelling him to flee, then a silent resolve, as if a moment of clarity had graced his consciousness.
Nothing. Nobody was around. I paced to and fro around my father’s office, biting my fingers in anticipation and concern. For hours, I muttered to myself in attempts to soothe the billions of worries that were floating around inside of my
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