CHAPTER ONE: THE AWAKENING
Disclaimer: I do not own the movies Titanic or Inception. The credit goes to the wonderful James Cameron and Christopher Nolan.
A young man, the age of 21, woke up in the Carpathia infirmary from a deep sleep. His eyes stared blankly at the young doctor who was hovered over his bed, along with a nurse. However, the doctor was not looking at the young man; instead, he was speaking to the nurse, who was listening with rapt attention and also not looking at the young man.
"Hypothermia," the doctor said, a middle-aged man with dark brown hair and light green eyes, and a stylish haircut of the time, donning a white doctor's uniform and holding a clipboard. "He has hypothermia," the doctor repeated. "Make sure you give him the correct dose of medicine every two hours when he awakens."
The nurse nodded at the doctors words, and turned to look at the young man as the doctor began to walk away. Her eyes widened as she saw the man's eyes look at her blankly. "Oh!" she gasped. "Doctor Jones!" The doctor named Dr. Jones turned around and saw the man's eyes, wide opened.
"Well then," Dr. Jones said. "I guess it's time to feed him the medicine. Many of the patients hate it, so you might expect some gagging to occur. Remember, Amber, what you're supposed to do in the case of hypothermia."
The nurse named Amber nodded in response, and the doctor went on to the next patient. She hummed a melody, a cheerful one, as she went to a nearby cabinet and grabbed a spoon and a pink container. The man watched, his blue eyes following Amber's every move as she shuffled back to the man with the objects. "I will need to give you this every two hours," Amber said, even though the young man had been there when the doctor said this.
Seeing the dirty-blonde man make no response, she took it that he did not want to talk, and shut her mouth. Amber poured the thick, dark liquid into the spoon, and stated, "Open up." The patient did not respond. Exasperated, Amber repeated herself. "Open your mouth." No response. Looking at the man sternly, she pried his mouth opened, and dumped the liquid into it.
The man immediately gagged, but the nurse saw this, and held the patient's mouth closed. The man was forced to swallow the disgusting liquid, but he whined like a child, and continued to gag.
Nurse Amber went to the sink, grabbed the cup that was shared by all patients, and poured water into it. As she did, she looked back at the young man with unhidden disgust. "You're worse than an infant," she frowned, and, seeing that the cup was filled up, made her way back to the patient's bed.
"Here's some water," the nurse said, and tried prying the man's mouth open again, but, the man, not knowing what water was, clamped his mouth shut.
"Crap," she murmured under her breath. Using all her strength, she pried the mouth opened and dumped the water in, then pulled her hand out of the way as the man tried clamping his mouth shut. She covered his mouth when it was closed, and the young man swallowed, immediately lavishing the cool water that removed the taste of the disgusting medicine.
"Tsk, tsk tsk," Nurse Amber said, her amber (yes, amber) curly hair rolling down her back, her hazel eyes staring at the patient with a worried, yet disgusted, look. "What is wrong with you?"
Not waiting for the young patient to answer, she walked away from his bed to check on another ill person.
When Nurse Amber said that the young man was worse than an infant, she was almost correct. Because Jack Dawson had lost all living memory after the sinking of the Titanic.
A/N: EXTREMELY EXTREMELY short chapter, obviously. The second chapter will be longer- I promise. It's in the works right now, but, for now, this is all this fan fic has. It originally was going to be a prologue, but it got too detailed, and I decided to make it chapter 1. This is my first fan fiction, so please R&R, and no flames.