Note: I'm a little rusty at writing these because I haven't in a while, but give me a chance. Please review and tell me what you think or what you would like to see next. Try not to aim for tough criticism. I'm not the best. Haha
I don't own the character Sephiroth, but I do own Lyric, the nurses, and the Dr.
p.s I may go for a name change for Lyric, later... not sure, but some name suggestions would be cool:]
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I was used to feeling like somebody was watching me. It was the cold, naked feeling I got on the back of my neck, like icy water was being poured down my back or if somebody was whispering to me constantly.
"Miss, you are needed in the operation room," a thick, low voice said to me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I gave the assistant a nod and exited out of the room.
"You'll be needing some gloves today, Miss Lyric."
I looked up at the doctor who spoke to me, nodded, and then to the man lying unconscious on the flat medical slab. I tried not to gape or cringe at the sight of the SOLDIER 1st class General that was lying there, his long silver hair draped over the edge of the table.
"Concussion," Dr. Wrathsons said, and as to confirm my thoughts, "Much to everyone's surprise, I'd say." he motioned my over, "You'll be supervising him until he is well. And if you would, clean up the would. It's all on the clipboard."
I felt my stomach drop as he said this. Me, a simple nurse, caring for the most significant and high-ranked SOLDIER there was?
"I'll be back in an hour or two to check up on him," he told me, "Lutheran and Bridgens will be here shortly to aid you. Be careful with him."
The weight of the doctors last words clung to me as he closed the heavy metal door. There were no windows in the operating room, except for a large glass plate on the north wall, where I could dimly see, on the other side, a visitors area. And who would come to see this strikingly intimidating man? Scarcely anyone, I supposed.
I looked down at the man who was known a hero and jumped. Green slits stared back at me and for a moment, I thought he had awoken. Unnerved, I shook off that slithery, icy feeling on my spine and picked up the diagnostic clipboard that hung on the end of the metal table.
I scanned it, curious as to how a man so powerful could be rendered into a hospital bed. He'd fallen off a four story building? Yes, a concussion all right and another reason why I was almost afraid to touch the superhuman man. No one could have come out of an accident like that with merely a concussion- well, save for this man.
I felt around through his hair, to the uppermost part of his skull and located the miniscule bump on his scalp. Pulling my hand away, I found blood in stark contrast on my white, rubber gloves. I went to work.
It took me less than fifteen minutes and then I heard the door opening.
"Well done," Bridgens, a man in his late 20s, told me, "You got him all patched up and ready to go before we even got here."
"Guess you won't be needing us," Lutheran said, who entered the room with a glazed donut in his hand.
"He hasn't woken up yet," I said, "Just look at the clipboard."
They shrugged as they too donned their white gloves and read the diagnosis.
"Well, it had to happen sometime, didn't it?" they joked, "I guess SOLDIER isn't as superhuman as we thought…"
I frowned and then glanced over my shoulder at the sleeping general, afraid almost as if he were awake, listening to us.
"What? You spooked by the big, scary man? Sure he's respected and all, but there's no need to get all jumpy about a little joke."
I was barely listening to what my co-worker was saying. I had just felt the chill again, and it was worse than ever.
"Be quiet," I said, unaware of my own voice, "If your going to joke, then go back to the lounge where you need to be. I'll just let Dr. Wrathsons handle this patient."
They frowned at me, shrugged, and then left. Good riddance.
I didn't mean to be so hostile but… something was wrong. In this hospital, in this room, I felt it. Something, besides the sleeping man and I, was around.
I turned back to the general, avoiding his blank gaze. I draped a white blanket over his tall, broad form, covering up his chest and legs, and tucked it under the table. Something clattered out his black uniform pocket and I retrieved it. A small, glowing red orb. Fire materia. Whatever would a strong man like this need with fire materia? He could merely look at building and set it aflame.
I frowned but placed the orb in my pocket, reminding myself to return it to him later.
I cast my eyes over him, curious at his appearance. He didn't look hurt. In fact, he looked only as though he were napping. I felt like a small child peeking at something I shouldn't as I scrutinized the general's face. His fair skin contained bronze undertones and his open eyes were green and glazed from sleep. A small section of his long, silver mane was tinged brown from dried blood.
When he woke up, he would be offered a shower, hot food, a warm bed, many hospitalities that a normal SOLDIER would be denied. This man was important and priceless, a treasure and a great attribute to SOLDIER and Shinra. Of course he would be offered all those things, and the respect and dignity that went along with it all.
I looked at the clipboard one more time, scanning it and found the General Info. column.
Patient name: Sephiroth
Age: 24
Diagnosis: mild concussion, some bleeding.
"Wow…" I mouthed. This man was so young to already be such a respected general.
"Don't be so shocked."
I jumped and it took me a moment to realize that it was the man on the medical table, Sephiroth, who had spoken to me.
"Your awake. Good," I said, trying not to stutter and stumble over my words. The cool, attractive slither of his voice caused me to shiver for the millionth time. I shifted back to my professional stance, "You are in my care until your doctor returns. If you are feeling dizzy or disoriented in any way, let me know now."
I looked down at him to see his glowing eyes catch mine and felt my heart race. I wonder if he could sense it.
He frowned, "Do not go by the insignificance of a mere piece of paper. The diagnosis is wrong. I am fine."
I didn't know what to say to that but answered, "Dr. Wrathsons will arrive shortly, then. I will tell him of your complaints and he will-"
"I said I am fine."
"-give you some place more comfortable to stay."
I looked at him evenly. In an instant, he sat up and I stumbled back, frightened by his sudden movements. Such fast reflexes, I thought. No wonder he's so high ranked. He could break me in an instant, crush my bones with one hand, frighten me to a puddle with only one glance-
The door swung open behind me and I felt a cool sense of relief when Dr. Wrathsons walked in, accompanied by two nurses. His eyes fell on the general.
"Why, sir, you've awoken." he glanced at me, "I'm sorry for the incompetence of my nurse. She was supposed to contact me at the mark of your awakening."
I opened my mouth to protest, but then the general spoke for me, "I've only just woke up. Your nurse was about to contact you."
I stepped aside, taken aback by the fact that he's even said something to my defense.
"Very well. Nurse Lyric, you may leave."
And I was grateful to leave. Another second under either the strict doctor or intimidating general's eye and I would've lost it.
I looked up the large, metal clock that was mounted on the stark white wall. 8:42 p.m. It was past time for my shift to be over. No wonder I was so exhausted. I pulled my coat and bag from my nurses cabinet and headed to the front desk to clock out. I stopped when I felt a warm presence in my pocket. The materia- I'd forgotten to return it. Wheeling around back down the hallway, I found room 342 and peered inside to see darkness. He was already gone? Damn it, what a thief I was!
Sighing, I decided to return to it to him later, as frightening as that sounded.
The cool night air didn't chill me as I left the hospital, but one chill did remain. I gripped the warm materia in my hand and left.
