For a while you lay adrift in that dark place, unthinking, unfeeling, not even dreaming, only resting until that moment arrives. A moment that felt like it came in an instant yet took an eternity where all the darkness is overwritten by light.
And your eyes come open with a few blinks, at first everything is a little too bright but after a moment your eyes readjust and you see above you a ceiling painted a pleasant and familiar shade of blue.
“The Hospital?” You’ve woken up to this room so much over the course of the past few weeks you’d never forget it.
“Derrick?” The moment you speak, you hear a somewhat concerned voice coming from your left flank.
A crane of the head and you see Hansel and Gretal at your side, it seems Gretal was in the middle of folding a piece of paper into an origami shapes-a practice she’s been doing for quite a while considering the number of them scattered around the room-
While Hansel appears to be looking up new Orgami designs on his phone and while chewing on an apple, all activities however cease the moment all of your eyes meet.
“Hansel…Gretal…you two, you’re-”
“DERRICK!” Before you even get to finish your question, the two of them leap from their chairs and cling unto you.
https://youtu.be/Gsh8DHVRxEs“WHOA!” They squeeze your torso and neck like they’re trying to wring the life out of you, you have to fight back the impulse to push them away.
“I’m so glad you’re awake! I’m so glad you’re awake!!” Hansel shouts.
“I was so worried-I was so worried-I was so worried-I was so worried-” Gretal repeats, nearly crying.
“Okay-okay! Guys! This is a hospital guys! so if you could quiet down and maybe get off me…?” You ask.
“Oh! Sorry!” They both shout before returning to their seats.
You laugh, “Jeez, thanks for the hug but you two act like I’ve been in a coma for years or something.”
“You were!” They shout back.
“...Wait what? I was in a coma for years?” You ask, genuinely terrified.
“Oh no, no! Only two weeks!” He corrects.
You breathe out in relief, “Oh thank god, only two weeks-WAIT TWO WEEKS!?”
“Q-Quiet, we’re in a hospital remember?” Gretal hushes.
“Sorry! Sorry, it’s just-Really? You’re not screwing with me are you?” You ask.
