More Than Just Scars
Chapter 1: Watch your step.
As I looked around me only one thought came into my mind...
Where was I?
I tried to focus but all that did was bring me to notice the pain dwelling in the back of my head.
"He's...get me...Roberts...him..." I could see the mans lips moving as he stood over me, but I could only make out a few words.
"Wh-Where am I?" I managed to mutter quietly not expecting a response.
"Johnson get me a scapel, we need to operate now! Roberts get that IV in him now!" The man looked down at me and smiled softly.
"Don't worry, you're in the hospital, relax." he said calmly reassuring me, as I felt a stabbing pain in my arm.
Hospital...So I'm alive afterall...
The IV must have been taking effect, because I started feeling tired, before I was completly out though I managed to say one last thing.
"Don't... bother." and with that I was out cold for the second time within the hour.
A side effect of being knocked out with an IV before surgery is that when you do awake, it both feels instant, and terrifying. On second thought, maybe it's just me that gets scared shitless waking up in a strange room, filled with more tubes and wires than my PC. Yea, probably just me.
I looked around, only to figure out that it caused my neck to hurt like hell. Netherless I quickly figured out I was still in a hospital. Upon further investigation I noticed I was curtained off from the other half of the room, and I stopped moving to see if I could hear anyone breathing on the other side.
Nothing. I was almost certaintly alone in the room. At least this gave me a few minutes with just me and my thoughts. Of course as soon as I had come to that conclusion I heard footsteps enter the room, followed by the curtain being drawn and a man in what appeared to be pretty standard scrubs. He smiled warmly at me.
"How you doing sport? Glad to see you are awake." his smile was both warm and geniune, and he moved closer to sit on the end of my hospital bed.
His smile proved infectious, as i found myself smiling a bit as well.
"I...I feel ok..." I said honestly, I was no longer in any pain, but my head was still fuzzy, and I made sure to notify him of both of these points.
He smiled and looked down at the clipboard he had been carrying.
"That is to be expected, side effect of the pain killers you are on." He said this without that hint of joy in his voice that I had already been so accustomed to.
"Well it's better than the side effects of not taking them right?" I said with a smile, and he chuckled a bit.
"I suspose so!" he chuckled a bit, but only for a couple of seconds.
He looked at me grimly now, and I already knew what he was about to ask.
"Do you remember what happened?"
"I fell...I was...I was eating lunch I think? And i was looking over the edge and I guess i tripped and fell..."
The doctor nodded, before patting my leg shaking his head.
"Ok, I'll write that down." And he did, before he looked back at me, placing his clipboard on the edge of the table.
"Now tell me what really happened."
That was a while ago at this point. Time passes too quickly to bother keeping track of in this hellhole. I looked into the small mirror near my bed, man I looked like shit.
Being stuck in a hospital bed for a while changes you in a lot of ways, and for me, this was all in my hair, be it the batch on the top of my head, or the pedo stache that was growing on my upper lip. I need to shave badly but I was unable to have razors in the hospital. Beyond that I looked quite the same as I did before i wound up here, the only difference one my face was a solid scar down my right eye. It had missed blinding me by less than an inch, so that was a good thing at least...and it looked pretty cool, if I did say so myself...and I did.
The sound of footsteps pulled me back to reality, and gave me just enough time to turn around to see as Doctor Daniels walked in. He smiled warmly at me, and I noticed he was carrying something in his right hand, but decided to ignore it for now.
"Heyah Champ how are you doing?" he asked his smile still on his face.
"I feel great actually...how about you?"
"Pretty good, especially as I have gotten some good news for you."
"I get to leave?" I asked jokingly, repeating the same routine my doctor and I had started the first week after my admittance.
"Yes actaully." He said with a grin. This was new.
"Wait really?...Whats the catch?" I asked nodding towards the paper in his hand.
"Smart boy" he started with a grin, he held up the paper.
"The catch is you have to take your doctors 'recommendation' very seriously." he said adding air quotes to the word recommendation so I knew that I would have to do whatever he asked of me.
"What is it."
"You have to transfer schools..." He began, before I quickly interupted him.
"That seems simple enough, and I thought we had already talked about me transferring schools earlier?" He grinned at me, holding up the paper in his hand.
"...and countries."
"...Wha-What?" I chuckled nervously, surely he couldn't be serious.
"Surely you can't be serious."
He grinned again.
"Oh shit you are, aren't you."
He nodded.
"Why?"
"Because the school I'm sending to you is unlike any other school I know of, and it would be a perfect place for you to be able to learn." He said still smiling, I only sighed in response.
"Where is it?"
"Japan."
"Racist." I said with a sly grin.
He shrugged.
"Well you do know how to speak japanese don't you?"
"Kanpeki ni, sore wa anata ga hito shusabetsu yarōdearu to iu jijitsu wa kawarimasen." I responded.
He smiled.
"I'll take that as a yes."