Fuzzy objects drifted around me and bright white lights scorched my eyes. I had a monstrous headache that blistered my brain. All I could feel was that throbbing pain that just wouldn�t go away. But where was I? Slowly the blurs turned into objects, but I still couldn�t understand. �What had happened last?� I pondered. Then it all slowly came back to me. I realized I was in a hospital.
�Bob, Bob! You�re awake!� I heard a sweet voice practically shout. The loud noise just made the stinging worse.
In a faint whisper I answered, �What�s going on? Where�s Linda?� The words slurred under my heavy tongue.
�Bob! It�s me! It�s Linda. How are you feeling?� Her angelic face appeared in my view.
�Linda! I�m okay, I guess. A little drowsy though. Please tell me what�s going on,� I said, trying to sit up in the uncomfortable hospital bed.
�Well,� she started, �when you turned on the light of your apartment, through the window I could see the shadow of another person with you. I hurried up as fast as I could, but he had already hurt you. That�s why you have that bandage on your head.� To make sure of this, I touched my head and felt the soft gauze material under my fingers. So that�s why I had this horrendous headache. �I then pulled out my gun,� she continued, �and the backup I called for on the way up to your apartment came. The murderer quickly surrendered and was taken to jail.�
�How did he know where I lived?� I asked.
�I was getting to that!� Linda bursted looking flustered. Cooling down, she enlightened me on the subject. �He turned out to be another police officer, and I actually knew him. Kind of a shady character, but anyway, he went back to the office after the murder and looked up your file from the database. That�s how he knew where you lived. I just don�t know why I didn�t think of him right away, because I knew he had that scar. Oh well.�
�Okay, I understand now, but am I severely hurt? And how long do I have to be here?� Linda answered my questions to the best of her ability, which was, �Oh, you look fine, and as far as I�m concerned we could leave right now.� It turns out that I only had a mild concussion, and could go home in a couple days.
Through time, I had a chance to think everything over. I kind of felt like the catching of the murderer was a way of avenging my parents� death, and that took a lot off my mind. Although I was emotionally scarred, I felt great and started to live my life as a better person and didn�t lock myself up in thought like I used too. Gradually my inability to speak with other people besides Linda became cured and my friendship with Steve grew. Linda and I started dating shortly after the incident, and I think I might ask her to marry me!
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The sound of my alarm signaled not only a new day, but a new life for myself, Bob Fisherman.