"So tell me, how are you feeling this morning?" The man asked. He was more than just a man, he was one of the many doctors doing their morning rounds, giving out the medicine, checking their vitals, making sure they eat their food so the patients won't get sick later. He was gentle, with salt and pepper hair, his face round, along with his glasses, and had a kind smile on his face. As he placed the blood pressure monitor on her arm, he looked at his patient, and noticed that she seemed to look more alert.
"I am feeling well this morning, I was finally able to have a fitful rest for once." She turned her head, and gave a small smile to the man, who was now unwrapping the contraption from her arm, and writing down the numbers.
"You need to eat more, Rose, your blood results came back during the night, and your sugar is on the low side. But you do look much better." Rose nods, letting him know she understood, and sat up more in her bed and reached to her left side where her breakfast was. She looked at her hospital brand breakfast, which consisted of fake eggs, an orange, bread inside package paper, and weak coffee. Yuck. She resisted the urge to stick out her tongue in disgust, and took the orange to satisfy the doctor. She did respect him for he was one of the few people in the hospital to look at her with pity. After being in the psych ward for over four months, he was also one of the few friends she had in this place.
"Do I have the appointment with the psych today?" Rose inquired. It wasn't long after being in the psych ward that the days and nights started to blend together, and she didn't care enough to continue counting days.
"Yes, I believe so. You're going to be meeting with Mr. Cheung today. Miss Blaine won't be in until Friday, if you want to wait for her."
"No, I can see him, that won't be a problem. They all have records anyway." Rose had finished peeling the fruit, and started to eat it piece by piece. She really would rather throw it at the wall, and stay under the covers for the day, but that wouldn't be productive, and that wouldn't get her out of here faster. It's been too long, and she's dying to breathe fresh air again. Stupid brain. Stupid memories. Stupid reality.
"Okay, your appointment is around 1:15, so after lunch just go to the doctor's office and wait in room two." Another nod in acknowledgement went to the doctor's way, then he patted her on the shoulder. "You're a good kid, Rose, you'll get out soon. All the support you've been getting is really making you better." And with that he left the spacious room with the door slightly ajar. As soon as he left, she slumped her shoulders, which while he was there were poised, and she dropped the orange on the floor. Rose rubbed her eyes and groaned, then looked back at the table and saw her cup of pills. Rose picked them up and swallowed the four pills dry, then tried to fight the tears in her eyes because the taste of the pills disintegrating on her tongue was absolutely horrible. But it's the pain and the taste that makes her cope with being in a real world, a world where there are no imps attacking her, where her friends and lovers were not covered in multi colored blood, where she didn't lose her mom to a psychotic creature with wings.
It's been almost a year since she woke up that one spring morning to realize that the game was over, that they won, and not a single soul remembers.
Author's notes:
Hey there [: I've been thinking about writing this fic for a few weeks now, and I've just begun writing it! I hope if there are any spelling errors or formatting errors you can let me know so I can fix it. I don't have a Beta reader, so I tried my best.
This is pretty much going to be kinda sad I guess? But not too depressing I hope. Maybe it's just because I'm writing it that it doesn't seem as sad as I feel like it should be, but yeah. Chapter Two should be up soon. Feel free to leave me comments and messages and hopefully if people like it I will continue on! [: