[Dominic Weaver]

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Dominic wasn’t sure why he was in the hospital, but that in itself was only more cause for concern. He sat up and swung his legs out of bed, noting that there was no pain, if anything, he felt simply as though he were waking up from a good night’s sleep. There were wires training from pads on his chest, and an IV drip in his arm. He removed the pads, causing the gently humming monitor to beep insistently. He stood, feeling the cool floor against his bare feet, and walked over to the door, looking out to see that he was indeed, in a hospital, seeing a nurse approaching at speed. “Sir please, you shouldn’t be out of bed.” He frowned, “why? I feel fine.” She ushered him back towards his bed, clearly not taking no for an answer, “You’ve been in a car accident Mr Weaver, now please, return to your bed.” He climbed back into the hospital bed, “I don’t remember anything about it.” She smiled sympathetically, “that often happens sir, I’m sorry but there’s not much I know about it. I have to go, we’re rushed off our feet out here.” “Yeah… yeah…” He let her go, wondering where his phone was, then discovered it on the cabinet beside his bed. Cracks crazed the screen and it looked as though it had been used as a soccer ball. He frowned. It still worked though, albeit sporadically. His clothes appeared to be gone, or at least the top half. He discovered the trousers of his suit, there was a faint dark stain at one of the pockets, but the jacket and his shirt were gone. Just how bad had this accident been? He opened up the browser on his phone to search for recent car accidents, but didn’t have to go far, his news app beat him to it. He would have whistled, were it not for the fact that it was painfully obvious how big the accident had been. He looked up as he sensed movement. The man in the bed opposite was stirring. “Hey! How you feelin’?”.

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[Mason Warner]

The Mystery Begins

Well…

That really fucking hurt.

Technically, Mason felt perfectly fine. But in his mind, over and over again, the memory of slamming straight into the car in front at high speed was insistently replaying itself. The memory was entirely devoid of sound – glass shattering silently before his mind’s eye in a strangely hypnotic fashion. If Mason had been a more poetic type, he might have even enjoyed the image on some level. Unfortunately the scene shortly twisted into a pandemonium of blood, bone and metal. Each time this memory flashed before his eyes, Mason was forced to recall the excruciating pain he’d experienced.

He stirred, trying to blearily blink the vision away and focus on his surroundings. He’d been faintly aware of a conversation taking place before him, so knew he wasn’t alone. A face gradually came into focus – a handsome grin. A heartbeat later, Mason realised the lips were moving.

How was he feeling? He pondered that a moment. Honestly, aside from the nightmarish images that had been haunting his mind, Mason felt pretty fantastic. Energetic, even.

“Little disoriented,” he said, smiling warmly at the man. “I suppose I’ve woken up in worse places.”

He took a longer look at his surroundings. He wasn’t surprised to find himself in a hospital room, although he was surprised to be feeling so… fine.

“Say, I don’t suppose you know why I’m in here?” He ran his fingers over the adhesive pads on his chest, trying to avoid knocking anything just in case the splitting pain would suddenly reactivate. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like I’ve got any kinda medical issue going on here.” He knocked the surface of a nearby wooden cabinet.

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[Will Chase]

There’s something to be said for the wonders of modern hospitals. After all, it’s not every day you fall unconscious after smashing into another car, feel the shudder of the impact, feel the agony as your head snapped forward and then back at speeds far faster than is healthy, and feel the cold as a metal bar drives into your stomach, and then wake up without anything more than an itch at the point you had been struck. Will cracked open his eyes, wincing as the bright light nearly blinded him for a second, before closing them again and settling back. There was… talking. A man and a woman. “...car accident Mr Weaver, now please, return to your bed.” Ah. Someone else was in the room. Another victim? How long had it been? A week? A month? Shit, his sister would be so pissed. She’d wanted him to visit and meet her new boyfriend. Fuck, that was the least of his problems wasn’t it? He’d just been in a car crash, he didn’t have the money for whatever exorbitant hospital bill he was going to be charged. He needed to be working, he needed something to do, something to learn. He forced himself up, scrabbling to the side of the bed for his glasses before he stopped, suddenly feeling like an idiot. He was in the hospital, of course he didn’t have his glasses. He peered around the room as best he could, seeing what he thought were two men further along, in opposite beds. They were little more than blurs, but his hearing was thankfully unaffected and he was aware of them talking. One was asking how the other was, and the other responded before following up with a question of his own. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like I’ve got any kinda medical issue going on here.” Will, deciding that he needed to do something before he went nuts from being cooped up in a hospital bed, asked a question of his own. “I don’t suppose you two know what date it is do you? My sister was expecting a visit, and I really don’t want her to think that I’ve forgotten about it. And while we’re talking about the date, I don’t suppose either of you remember why you ended up in here?” An open mind is like a fortress with its gates unbarred and unguarded Will Chase 390 Words

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[Dominic Weaver]

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“You’re telling me.” His tone was incredulous, more so when he realised he must have been here for two days. Admittedly a car accident was a fairly good excuse for being off work, but he dreaded to think what might have happened in the office while he was away. This was probably unfair, a workaholic he might be, but Dominic knew business, and good business meant hiring good staff, everything was probably fine. He would have fired off half a dozen emails to satisfy himself with the situation in the office, if it weren’t for his phone choosing that precise moment to die, the screen fading to black without warning. He scowled, but dropped it back onto the chest of drawers beside his bed. “It’s the fifth, now I don’t know about you guys but the last date I remember was the third. I guess you two were in this accident as well?” He smiled, instantly appearing to take the two into his confidence, presenting the image that came so easily to him. He patted his chest again, as though double checking it was still solid and not mortally injured in some way he hadn’t noticed. “I guess we got lucky. I must’ve hit my head or something cause I don’t even remember a crash, I just remember waking up here.” He extended his hand to the other two, “any marks on you guys?”

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[Mason Warner]

The Mystery Begins

Mason winced at the mention of the accident. His horror was slightly softened by the overwhelming charisma of the young man before him; the self-assurance flowed off him in waves. Mason recognised the aura of a successful businessman when he saw one and was particularly impressed by this man. The other guy impressed Mason too, though more subtly. It made him smile that his primary concern seemed to be that of a loved one. Compassion was a highly valued trait to Mason.

“Oh man, I’ve never seen anything like it,” Mason confessed, his voice low. “Must have been one hell of a wreck.”

It was incredibly confusing that such little time had passed. From the horrific memory that seemed to simmer permanently in his mind for the time being, Mason would have assumed that he’d be dead, quite frankly. He was no doctor but he was fairly sure that the shattered bones he’d seen were his own, and he was fairly sure that shattered bones did not heal in two days.

“I feel incredible, honestly.” He grinned and spread his arms. “I got nothing on me. You okay, big man?” he asked, gesturing towards the other guy who was squinting in their general direction.

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[Will Chase]

The fifth? That didn’t make sense. It couldn’t have only been two days, he’d felt the impact, felt himself go into shock. He should’ve been in agony, if not already dead. Hell, he probably shouldn’t have even been awake yet. He placed his hand on the bandages across his stomach and gently pressed down on them, but felt no pain. This was crazy. This was insane. Maybe he was dying, and this was just a hallucination created by his dying mind to make his last minutes more bearable. Actually, no. That was stupid. If he was going to hallucinate something to make himself feel better, he’d be hallucinating something rather more enjoyable than sitting in a hospital bed. Shit, okay. He could deal with how impossible his recovery had been later, right now he’d just been asked a question and the guy needed an answer. “Not a scratch somehow, considering what happened. I mean, Jesus, it’s only been two days. I’m Will by the way, Will Chase.” A suspicious mind is a healthy mind Will Chase 167 Words

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[Dominic Weaver]

Surge The best part of “believe” is the “lie”. + Mason Warner + Will Chase + music

“Dominic… Dom.” This was weird, he couldn’t really remember anything that had happened, but that wasn’t to say that he didn’t believe it. After all, why would a nurse lie to him? It wasn’t like this was some sort of prank show after all. Or was it? He looked around suspiciously for a moment as though expecting to see a camera crew lurking in the corner. Of course his suspicions weren’t satisfied. After that he searched for a phone, that proved about as successful. Most hospital rooms these days had phones, and it looked like this one was intended to, but the cable trailed from the wall to simply end in an unimpressive connector. Apparently they hadn’t got around to connecting up this ward to the rest of the building yet. He awkwardly clambered into his trousers, realising that the edges of it seemed singed, as if they’d been hung over a fire. Thanks to the accident perhaps? Then why were his clothes in worse condition than he was? It was all pretty confusing, and although the nurse had been quite clear about him staying in bed, he was damned if he was going to sit about and wait for someone to give him an answer. Simply sitting about didn’t suit him, so, in the strange outfit that was slightly charred, stained, and temporary, he headed towards the door. “I know what that nurse said, but I want an actual answer. You guys with me?”

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