He was on a bed. A very uncomfortable bed. And beside the very uncomfortable bed, there was annoyingly loud voices next to him. One he could easier recognize as his teammate, flatmate, and bestfriend, Seamus Healy. He groaned and rolled over, trying to get away from the hyper man next to him.
“Toby! You’re awake,” Seamus grinned and ran over to the pale blue bed.
“Unfortunately. And don’t called me Toby, dumbass,” Tobias said and pulled the covers over his head. The light was stupidly bright, and he could barely see anything.
“Ah, Mr. Kingston, you’re finally awake,” said a deep voice.
Tobias lifted his head out from under the covers and realized that he didn’t know where he was and how he got there. Opening his eyes, he looked around the room, only to see absolutely nothing. The world was a blur, only blobs of color and light, indistinguishable. Rubbing his eyes, Tobias wondered if it was just the sleep in his eyes that had rendered him practically blind. But nothing helped.
“Mr. Kingston, that won’t help,” said the deep voice again.
“Where am I?” Tobias questioned harshly.
“Toby, chill, we’re just at the hospital. Damn, it took you awhile to wake up though,” informed Seamus. Turning his head to look at his best friend, he only saw a blur of orange, and the rest just faded into the surroundings. Reaching out his hand, he felt for the blotch of orange. His hand collided with a curly soft substance that Tobias recognized immediately as Seamus’s hair.
The doctor coughed.
“Why am I here?” Tobias asked again bleakly.
“You fell after receiving a blunt injury to your head which knocked you out cold. Tests show that you were on the brink of exhaustion and you were also severely dehydrated. That might explain why you decided to hit a volleyball with your head,” the doctor said sharply, matching Tobias’s tone. The previous memories came flooding back to Tobias.
“I didn’t purposely receive it with my head. I jumped late, which caused it to hit me,” Tobias said defensively. He couldn’t believe he blew the game for everyone. He cost them the game. And they were so close to nationals. He cost them nationals. He heard the beep of his heart rate increase and he tried to calm himself down.
“Doctor Quinn, why don’t you let me talk to the patient,” a feminine voice interrupted.
“...Fine,” Dr. Quinn said in an agitated voice. His footsteps echoed as he left.
“Can you just tell me why I can’t see?” Tobias asked dejectedly to the unknown doctor in front of him.
“Yes, Mr. Kingston. Sorry for the wait. I’m Dr. Jones, I have your results. The blunt trauma caused an injury to your right eye, it also caused you to fall