A brief introduction to my new story:
Disclaimer:
I have dyslexia, I am using speech recognition software to right this story, then I have Opera Web browser Read it back to me.
If it sounds right in Opera then it sounds right to me. I am writing this as a way to improve my reading and spelling so please don't be too critical of my grammar. I will do my best to check my work.
Worm is a brilliant web serial but unfortunately it becomes too dark and too depressive for most even though the Brilliant universe and characters that have been invented to fantastic to let drop.
I have not read even half of the worm series I have read practically every fanfiction and that has been published on there's hardly an aspect of the series I don't understand.
PS I am British I will try and Google and check up on US stuff but if quick research fails I will use the British Terms/way of doing stuff.
eg the hospital in chapter 1 will be based off a UK hospital
as a Brit I will be using the stereotypical fears of the American system I'm sure it's probably not as bad as it sounds but I will be overdoing USA problems
summary
a Taylor that becomes more realistic pragmatist's selfless willing to work with absolutely anybody for the greater good or stab anybody in the back from the moment of getting out of the hospital after triggering. and is poor as dirt and nearly would do anything for a dollar dignity aside ( nonsexual) ( no pairing) ( adult level of realism and misery)
prologue
My name is Taylor I am 15 years old and I live in Brockton Bay north-east of the United States the world is shit but my life is shiter haha at least I'm winning in something shit points and then I hit the mother load I must have one the shit jackpot lottery and when I mean SHIT I literally mean it an entire locker load of the worst cocktail of manure the human mind can comprehend I'm surprised it hasn't been patented and turned into a WMD
chapter 1
Coming round in the hospital upon my second or third day was actually a relief. Many might believe that should be their last thing they could smile at but then my standards recently have dropped right low.
Waking up with whatever drugs that were being pumped into my system made me actually quite calm and happy and allowed me to just relax. compared to the last couple of days from being Brought in screaming strapped down and sedated to horrible nightmares and randomly coming around and having my senses overloaded weird sounds shapes and other things was quite a traumatic experience.
with the occasional round of a qualified doctor shitty TV shitty food and comfortable bed and barely qualified low-paid nurses running around and trying to look all-important and probably just a few seconds of googling could give you more information on the subject than whatever crap they tried to spoonfeed you with.
I probably could have lied their in bed for a couple weeks with all my basic needs taken care of and whatever drugs they had me on give me more anything to not feel like that again and just as I was preparing to declare this place my new home for the next couple of weeks reality is a kick in the ass.
mid-afternoon
Just as I was choosing what next to watch on the overhead TV in came my father.
My father went on about how the school agreed to cover the medical costs and a full apology and investigation as long as he would sign the waiver stating we would let the school handle everything.
and just as I was pondering how I can milk it how much expensive treatment I could get with the upgrading to a nicer room the ball dropped. They have already paid and not for a second longer from the moment onwards the hospitals personally billing us and they will going to heavily contest the last two days on being unnecessary treatment.
I never moved so enthusiastically in my life before immediately trying to pack my stuff not wanting to remain there were second longer as I'm sure the evil hospital try and bill us.
A nurse or two came over and was quite insistent I couldn't just leave nonsense after nonsense was mentioned then wanted me to have a mental psychological exam before been allowed out.
I made it quite clear unless the hospital was going to give me free treatment I'm out of here as I'm not prepared to pay them even a single dollar for the treatment I received.
I made it quite clear the hospital had two choices give me free treatment or out of my way I was not going to accept any more treatment that could cost thousands of dollars I heard somewhere it could cost $4000 a day.
The hospital really made a big fuss you could see they really want my business and I made my position quite clear forcibly detained me in the the mental health act. or out of my way as you're clearly not running a charity. you could see how much Panacea has affected their business as they were very enthusiastic in trying to keep hold of any patients that Panacea Wouldn't go near (don't deal with brains) plus it wouldn't surprise me if the employed Cape just to magically expand and shrink the corridors just to slow down panacea to stop her find all the patients and make them unemployed as in just a few seconds she can completely heal somebody and make them the fittest they will ever be in their entire life
all for the price of a handshake.
I'm quite surprised there isn't statues built in hur honour I would certainly sell Sophie as organs on the black market to cover the cost of a couple at least she isn't a money grabbing greedy hospital.
By the time I was all packed and dressed with my father being a little bit more sympathy with the hospital staff but still understanding my position but he at least made the token effort trying to act as though the money wasn't a problem.
In the end a nurse came over and got myself and my father to sign a form waving any responsibility and discharging me and then I was off I wouldn't be surprised if they tried to bill me for the bloodied paper a I'm sure I clearly read somewhere that verbal contracts just as legally valid even though they was harder to proof but still I so wanted to tell them to go fuck them self but I didn't feel I had the energy.
when somebody is at the lowest point down on their luck ill and possibly dying you then slap them with a bill is ridiculous idea.
the British system is imperfect but it is at least a brilliant start the idea That you just equally tax everybody and that when you're ill you are given free medical care always seemed a much fairer and humane system but instead the America's was too selfish compares to their British cousins.
I will not deny I was ill and generally not in a good state generally I felt ill all over the time in the hospital helped . overall I managed to make it to the car even though I felt generally weak and it was quite tiring.
Dad a couple of times tried to make sure that it wouldn't be a problem if I stayed and even when we were sat in the car he wouldn't leave until he spoke that my health was more important than money.
ever since mum died have not really had much to do with my father is just left me to generally take care of myself and it doesn't help that I'm quite independent but to truly hear him act like we were suddenly rich and paid several thousand shitty hospital would cripple us shock to me quite a bit.
"Have we won the lottery or something " I said quite hysterically
"mm no Taylor " he said subdued
" unless we have had a considerably wage increase or won some money it will cripple us"
we can't afford it we still have a mortgage have bills and not billing to sell up and move to a shitty tiny apartment just so I can recover a little bit more comfortably in a hospital"
"The drugs can help you through the psychotic moments they can help you dress and take care of you better where I cannot Taylor I still have to work all dayand I cannot leave you home alone"
grabbing my medical notes I flicked through them there to see pointing down
"I'm sure it would be cheaper for us to just buy the drugs then have the hospital administered them even if we hired an carer for a few days I'm sure it is way cheaper than the hospital would have build we could easily get somebody for $40 a day is not like we asking them to work hard dad" as I said quite passionately
it is not like you don't know several people who are unemployed and quite bloodied desperate for work you practically run a job recruitment agency".
that little rant took it out of me and with my pounding head and seen shapes I semi-collapse into my seat and wrapped my coat around me
" can we just go home I just want to crawl into bed" I mumbled out.