HI! this is my first story ever! I worked hard on it and i hope you like it :)
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2D's P.o.V.
I wish I could move. My head hurts but for some reason I can't speak up and ask for meds. I hear footsteps and they sound as if they are coming towards my room. My heart starts to race. Nobody has come to visit in a while. Every once in a while my mother stops by, but all she does is hold my hand and cry. It makes me sad. I want so desperately to grip her hand back, but fail to every time.
Someone plops down into the chair next to my bed heavily. They don't do anything for a few minutes. Eventually, the doctor comes in. Whoever sat in the chair readjusted slightly, but still made no move as to speak. Slowly, I start to worry.
"'Ello, Stuart," says the doctor quietly, "Er.. yew will be livin' with Mr. ..uh-" He pauses as the other man continues to sit in silence. After a few seconds, though, he blurts out in a gruff voice, "Niccals. Murdoc Niccals."
I hear the doctor sigh as Murdoc (whoever he is) burps.
"Right. Mr. Niccals will be takin' care of yew. Say 'ello, Mr. Niccals." A loud grunt is the only response. I hear footsteps fade and another nervous sigh from the doctor. A few minutes later the doctor returns with what I believe to be a wheelchair.
Murdoc rises from his seat and moves toward me. I feel his hands slip under me. I blush mentally as his hand grazes my bare backside. Curse this damn hospital gown. He hesitates before lifting me up and dropping me rather harshly in the chair. It was then that I realized I had no idea who this man was. Why was I leaving with him?
The chair moves and and overwhelming sense of helplessness washes over me. The feeling is so intense that I feel dizzy and tired. Suddenly the smells of a hospital become too strong for my nose and brain. I struggle to move my hand up to my nose but it doesn't work. Why the hell isn't it working?!
The urge to release all the contents of my stomach arises and I panic silently. Another wave of dizziness and sleepiness pours over me and it becomes nearly too much for me to handle. I am suddenly very aware of every noise and smell. The hospital's general noises and scents are clear, but not as prominent as the sound of boots hitting the ground. I pick up traces of alcohol a foul stench of sweat that I assume are courtesy of Murdoc.
The smell of Murdoc pushes me too far. I feel my head fall backwards and everything sounds distant. A burning sensation shoots up my throat. The last thing I hear before I pass out is Murdoc screaming at me.
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