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Chapter 11
Hospital
Rated: T (Language)
Warnings: Willy/OC, Language, Violence
Disclaimer: Don't own it, I admit it, you can't sue. If you do, I'll just plead insanity, my stories will back me up.
Theme song for chapter: 'The Ellie Badge' By Michael Giacchino
A/N: OffMyRocket: For some reason, that comment you left on Chapter 8 made me giggle like mad, even though it was completely irrelevant and probably not even meant to be funny.
Arcane Wonders: Agreed :)
xSilentDawnx: I think that math is incredibly stupid. I wish it'd stop trying to find it's 'x' and move on.
Ba dum tss. *Stolen from somewhere I can't remember*
I slowly regained consciousness, the constant beeping finally breaking through my deep slumber.
I lay there for a few moments, eyes closed, head pounding, wondering why my body felt completely numb.
After a while, I slowly opened my eyes.
With a start, I noticed a UV attached to my arm, and various cords around me.
A stiff white sheet covered me. My torso throbbed painfully under the linen, but the feeling was slightly deadened. Numb, almost.
There was a curtain that surrounded the right side of my bed, and directly in front of me, obscuring everything else from view. To my left, there was a simple wall with a window. The blinds were half closed, but I could see that it was dark outside.
The lights were off, but the brightness from the hallway filtered through the curtain.
For a while I just lay there, listening to my own breathing, trying to avoid the thought that tapped around the edges of my mind. Trying to avoid the realization of why I was here.
After what seemed like ages, I heard two voices conversing in the corridor outside my room. I couldn't quite catch the words yet, but I could make out a male and a female. The male seemed concerned. The voices soon became closer, their words more distinctive. I thought one voice seemed awfully familiar.
I saw the silhouette of a tall figure against the curtain, and a shorter one next to it.
'..How long will she be in here?' The male voice asked.
'Two weeks at the very minimum. Fortunately, the stab wound wasn't too serious, and was a fairly clean cut. There may be some long term effects, but I'll go into them later.'
They quietly exchanged a few more words, but I couldn't hear them.
The tall figure stepped forward into the room, and I heard a tapping. I snapped my eyes closed. The curtain rustled loudly as it parted open. I heard him walk to my bedside, with a slight squeaking of gloves.
He just stood there. I couldn't hear anything, except the beating of my own heart, and the breathing I was trying to keep even. I soon began to wonder if I had dozed off and he'd left. I began to debate if I should 'wake up'. How would I do it? How the heck does someone even wake up? I should know this. I've done it almost everyday of my life. Do I just open my eyes? No, that can't be. Maybe I should move around a bit first. I know, I'll-
I heard a rustle of fabric, and tensed slightly. I held my breath as I felt a latex clad hand brush gently against my cheek.