The Christmas Spirit: Ch. 3After a few hours of waiting for the doctor then going through a thorough check-up to make sure he was physically and mentally all right, Miles was finally discharged from the hospital. It was now 7 p.m. and he walked solemnly on the sidewalk, weaving through people running here and there with large bags and wondering why the shops were so crowded this late in the day.
'Oh wait,' he mused, 'it's Christmas Eve today, isn't it? Damn.'
Scowling to himself, he needed to get away from all the people, so he crossed the street (making sure there were absolutely no cars to hit him) and began walking through another city square. Miles looked around to see mostly couples and families gathered there, chatting away happily to one another. That turned his mood even fouler.
"I really hate this holiday," he muttered.
"Aw, don't say that!"
Miles practically jumped at the voice that seemed to be right next to his ear. He spun around and gasped
The Christmas Spirit: Ch. 2Miles slowly blinked his eyes open as he made it back to the conscious world. It took him a while for his vision to get used to the sudden white light, but once it did, he realized that he had no idea where he was. He was staring up at a white ceiling, lying on a slightly stiff bed. In fact, he himself felt stiff, along with a dull ache in his back and head. He sat up slowly, trying not to worsen the pain, and finally looked around, discovering that he was in a hospital room.
"Ah, look who's up!"
Miles's head turned toward the voice and found a red-haired nurse smiling brightly at him from the doorway, clipboard in hand.
"What happened?" Miles asked, still confused as to why he was there.
"Well, you were almost struck by a car last night," replied the nurse as she made her way to the side of his bed, "but someone had pushed you away so you weren't hit. Unfortunately, you fell onto the sidewalk rather hard and fell unconscious.