Nerdwithagun: For some reason, I'm never good at these author's notes. Anyways, this is going to be my first attempt at a mystery story. Uh, I hope you enjoy it. Well, what else am I supposed to say???
Autopsy
Odd woke up. He wanted to go back to sleep. He felt stiff and sore in the joints, and couldn't remember a time when his bed felt so cold. He cringed when he tried to open his eyes, because when he did, he was met by a bright, blinding light. A groan escaped his body. He felt like shit, there was no way he could go to school today.
Suddenly, he met the cold realization that he wasn't in his dorm room.
"He's awake!" Odd panicked. He tried to throw his arms out in surprise, but all of his limbs were bound down by cold straps. He tried to scream, but no sound could escape his lips. The tight pain in his body grew stronger and stronger. Men and women in white lab coats crowded around him. Frantic words escaped their lips that sounded like gibberish to Odd. His vision blurred, and he passed out.
He shuddered awake inside of a different room. It had all white walls, and he was on a bit of a softer bed this time. He heard the sound of a nurse's voice. "Oh my god, you're awake. He cried out in pain when he tried to lift his head. The nurse hurried over to the side of his bed. "Don't try to move. It'll only make you feel worse."
Odd felt tears welling up in his eyes. The pain was too intense. "What the hell happened?" The nurse looked at him longingly.
"We have no idea. That is what the doctors are trying to figure out."
"Do they know what's wrong with me at least?" Odd coughed, feeling weaker.
"Don't speak too much. We don't want you to pass out again. I'll explain to you as much as I can. All of your internal organs; your heart, your liver, everything; were destroyed when they first tested you. The mysterious thing was, they detected no external or internal injuries, and it seemed that your brain was functioning properly. No problems could be found, but you were still half dead."
Odd let out a great whoosh of air. "Wow."
The nurse nodded. The pain in Odd sharply increased. The sound of the nurse's voice echoed in his head, and he became unconscious once again.
He woke up again in yet another room. He was beginning to grow tired of this. Doctors and nurses rushed to his side. Tubes were attached to him all over. One of the doctors approached him with a syringe. Odd winced when it was inserted into his arm. "Welcome back," the doctor said to him. "We're going to try to keep you awake this time. It's essential that we get time to work on you while you are conscious. Odd couldn't believe this was happening to him. Why him? His life was just beginning to turn up…
It was several hours before the doctors finished performing their various tests on him. It passed like only minutes for Odd.
Afterwards, he simply lay in his bed, thinking things over. Today had been so strange…everything was happening so fast. A thought struck Odd.
"Excuse me," he called to the nurse.
The nurse looked up towards Odd. "Yes? Can I get you anything?"
"May I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
"How long have I been in the hospital?"
The nurse looked at him for a while before answering. "I don't think I should tell you."
"Please. I have to know," pleaded Odd.
The nurse braced herself. "I'd say you've been in here for about five months."
Odd's blood ran cold through his veins. Five months. His school, his family, his friends….his friends! Ulrich, Yumi, Jeremie, Aelita, TJ…what was he going to do? "Oh my god," he said. "Are you serious?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that I am. When we brought you in, it was around three months before you finally woke up, and then each time you passed out, you would sleep for around another month," said the nurse.
"Have any friends come to see me?" he asked.
"You've been in a private ward. No visitors have been allowed in here." There was a pause before she continued. "That reminds me of something we should probably tell you," she sighed. "Excuse me a moment. Let me go get the doctor." She walked out of the room, leaving Odd by himself. He wondered what it was they were going to tell him.
Probably something about my condition, he thought.
The nurse walked back into the room in company of the doctor, who was murmuring to her in a hushed tone. Odd watched curiously for a while until the doctor was ready to speak. "Mr. Della Robia?" he asked.
"That's me."
"I'm glad to see that you are well and awake. Did you have any relations pertaining to Jeremie Belpois, Ulrich Stern, Yumi Ishiyama, Aelita Stones, and TJ Johnson?"
"Yes, I did. They were all my best friends."
The doctor cleared his throat. "Well, I'm afraid I have some bad news concerning them."
Odd's heart missed a beat. "What happened?"
"Well, I am sorry to have to be the one to tell you that all five are dead. They died on the same night we found you."
Odd's stopped beating for a moment. They died on the same night we found you. His vision became blurry. "Quick! Get him some support!" came a cry, seeming to come from the nurse. His breaths became shorter, and he became aware that he was very dizzy. The pain inside of him started up again. Now I know what hell is, he thought as he lost consciousness.
Nerdwithagun: Well, was it good? Was it bad? Was it ok-ish? I think that I am definitely going to continue writing this one. Reviews, please!