The ringing in his ears forced his eyes to focus threw the blinding white light. The ringing came in waves of pitch. Each deeper than the last until eventually the ringing turned into words.
"...can... hear me?....Jack?....stay….me.."
There is pressure on his face and his eyes burned. He blinks repeatedly trying to make out anything other than white.
"Where…" he managed
Suddenly his eyes focus and the street lamp above came into view. Glass littered and gleamed in the road in all shapes and sizes. His car rolled onto it's top sinking into itself. Jack inhales sharp as flashes of the car rolling down the highway comes into hyper focus in his mind. "I don't...I don't remember…" he said trying to turn his head to look up at who had been talking to him.
A male officer looked back at him. The tramas he has seen hardened into deep lines crowning his forehead.
His eyes somehow seemed familiar to Jack but only as a fleeting thought.
"Son, your driver got pulled into a ditch by some gravel going to fast. I'm sorry to tell you that they had been vaulted out of the windshield on impact and was D.O.A. I'm so sorry."
"My driver? I didn't have a…."
"I'm so sorry sir, I just need you to remain calm"
The officer blurred into white just as fast as he came into focus.
Nothing but blinding light and a high pitched hum. Jack was nothing else and his anxiety spiked in the confusion.
I don't….I don't remember….



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He didn't know when reality had dropped out. Or how much time, where, or how he was. He just knew that he was, once more.
Jack slowly pulled himself from the depth of his mind and found himself in a bright yellow waiting room. Sitting with his head bowed into his arms. The smell of blood pungent on his flannel shirt. Body numb and nothing in his mind but that hum....