Author's Note: Hey, people. This time I am trying my hands on a new story, no more of the Red X/Raven pairing romance (because I'm out of ideas, for the time being). The idea for this story somehow hit me hard in the face and I know I have to give it a try
I am not sure if it will be well received like my first ever story on X and Raven (200+ reviews! Achievement! And it's all thanks to my loyal readers. I really love you guys!). Okay, enough crapping. I'll let you enjoy the story first. Enjoy and thank you for even taking your time reading :)
CHAPTER 1: Conscious
Ugh… Uuugghh…!
Damn. I feel sick and weak. I feel kinda tired too. Why is my surrounding pitch black? Am I asleep?
I try opening my eyes but the problem is my eyelids won't budge. I give up on trying to get my eyes open and shift my attention to the rest of my body parts. The weird thing is none of the muscles in my body are budging. What's wrong with me? Whatever, I am so tired. I feel like sleeping again. So tired…
Suddenly, I hear a faint weak moan in the background. "Oooh," the sad voice weeps, follow on by some faint mumbling that I can not seem to make out. I listen harder, concentrating on the mumble.
"You have to save my baby, please, I'm begging you," the voice pleads desperately, this time louder and clearer. I do not recognise the owner of the voice but I am certain it belongs to a woman. I listen again.
"Money's not a problem!" the voice cries. "Just name the price! As long as you save my baby!" Okaay, from the sound of her voice, I am guessing this woman is a mother to her sick baby. A very sick baby. Wait a minute, Am I in a hospital?
Another voice suddenly interrupts, "We're doing what we can to save him. Trust me, we're doing our best." A male's voice. I'm guessing that would be the doctor.
"But look at him!" the woman cries louder in desperation. "He's not moving! He's been lying there for two whole months like a dead piece of meat!"
Wow. Two whole months? Poor thing. No wonder she is desperate. If only I have the energy to open my eyes, to open my mouth, I will be by her side trying my best to comfort her. I know this is not something I do out of habit and I have not the slightest clue about comforting people and making them feel better (usually I leave that job to Rob, BB, Cy or Star) but it seem like the right thing to do.
"Miss," I form what I hope is a comforting speech in my mind "Don't cry. Crying won't magically awaken your son. Crying is pointless and a waste of energy. So I suggest you go home, make yourself a cup of herbal tea, do something useful and let me sleep in peace!"
"He's just in a coma," the doctor tries to assure the grieving mother. "His conditions are perfectly normal and I can assure you, he's not a dead piece of meat." What? Wait a minute-
"He has a bright future ahead of him. His career was going so well and he's so young," the woman sobs. Coma? COMA? That's probably it. I am in a bloody coma. No wonder not a single muscle in my body wants to move.
There is an awkward silence as the woman continues sobbing. "Uh…" the doctor says, uncertain of what to say next. "Miss, why don't you go home and take a much needed break. I promise to phone you first thing he wakes up."
Sound of footsteps, more sobbing, door creeks open then closes and finally total silence except for the slow beeping sound of the heart monitor.
Beep. Beep Beep.
I wonder if that is the sound of my heard beeping? Maybe it belongs to the poor mother's son. Hmmm…
Oh. My. God. I am in a freaking coma! How did I end up in a freaking coma? I mean, did I get myself into a serious accident? Did I hit myself hard in the head? I try thinking back the last time I did something that put me in such a condition but as hard as I try, my memory is a big blank-o!
Omigod. Omigod. This is seriously freaking me out. I am in a coma and I can't even remember how I end up in one. For how long? For all I know it could be over 10 years already. Think, Raven! Think! Thi-
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Crap. I am panicking. There's no mistaking that the crazy, loud beeping sound is coming from my heart monitor. "Okay, Raven. Calm down," I instruct myself silently, fearing that the crazy beeping sound might get the doctors and nurses swarming around my bed going all, "Bloody hell. She's still alive! I wonder what's going on in her mind, making her heart beat so fast?"
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos. Azarath Metrion Zinthos…" It takes me a while to calm down my panicking emotions running in my body.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Phew. This is so weird. I am not the kind of person who usually panics under pressure. I didn't even know coma patients can have a heart attack when they are in a deep sleep. Can they? Forget it. Oh God, I am feeling tired again. Maybe I should take a nap now…
Beep…Beep…Beep…
Ow. Oww. My head is in agony.
Am I still in a coma? I am already getting sick of lying on the hospital bed like, well, a dead piece of meat. Strangely, I don't feel tired anymore which is definitely a good sign. Okay, let's try again. I try to move the muscle in my fingers. "Move!" I will silently in my mind. "MOVE!"
To my surprise and delight, I feel one of my fingers moving slightly against the soft fabric of the bed. I lift my fingers and wiggle them. Relief wash over me, I can finally move! Slowly, I crack my eyes open.
I blink. Once. Twice. Thrice.
Realising that I am staring up at the clear white ceiling, I lips twist into a smile. Well, that wasn't so hard. I breathe in the welcoming smell of the hospital room. Carefully, I try pushing myself up, shifting my body until I am sitting upright with my body lying against the pillow. The first thing I notice is the number of wirings stuck to almost every part of my body- my forehead, arms, chest and legs.
Looking around, I realise I am in a small room accompanied with a huge plasma TV, a long comfortable looking sofa and a huge bouquet of red and white roses on my bedside. I reach over and feel the silky rose petal. The petal is soft, smooth and moist between my fingers, a sign that someone just brought in here a few hours ago. I can't help smiling. It must be my friends coming to pay me a visit.
As I pull my hand back to my side, I freeze, my gaze fix on my hand. This is weird.. I don't think I ever remember by hand being this big, muscular and not to mention, slightly hairy. I ball my palm into a fist and to my horror, a thick vein bulge out of my hand
Quickly, my hands fly to my face, feeling every part of my face, squeezing my nose, touching my dry lips. My hands come to a stop as they reach my once smooth chin. I rub my chin with my thumb and index finger. The surface feels rough now… as though I have just grown a beard…
Oh my God. A beard? Oh. My. God.
My shaking hands left my chin and are slowly making their way to my lower part of the body. Then I stop and bite my bottom lips. I can't bring myself to touch there. I just can't. Feeling a little faint, I pull the wirings off my body, slowly drag myself off my bed, holding the table side for support as my legs are shaking so much and stagger towards the bathroom. This can't be happening. I have to see this for myself. I have to-
My feet come to a halt in front of the window. Is it me or do I hear someone chanting? I stare at the small opening between the curtains where the morning sunlight is shining through. Frowning, I pull the thick blue curtains that are blocking my view apart and the sight before me makes my heart skip a beat.
A few feet below me are thousands, probably millions of people chanting loudly. A hundred of human-size posters and signboards can be seen floating among the crowd. I press my face against the window and study the posters. Practically all of the posters are written in Japanese. The only English words I can make out are "Get Well Soon". There are huge faces of a very good looking Japanese guy pasted on some of the posters. Hmm… I wonder if he is a famous celebrity in Japan?
Hold on, I am in Japan? What the heck am I doing in Japan? I am suppose to be in America. Oh God, this is serious. I close my eyes and think hard. I don't think I ever remember coming here on a holiday expect for that one time where me and the gang came here save Tokyo city. Then how? How in the world did I end up here?
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
Suddenly, an earth shattering scream bring me back to reality. The chanting stops almost instantly but the screaming shows no sign of stopping. I jerk my eyes open and notice that the crowd is turning towards the direction of the scream. Wincing, I follow the direction of their gaze and search the crowd.
And then, there she is. A small, tiny teenage girl in the middle of the sea of tiny people, still screaming with her hand outstretch, pointing above at…wait, is she pointing at me? She continue screaming something in Japanese and next thing I know, everyone's head jerk upwards, a million pair of eyes fix on… me?
To my horror, the whole crowd start screaming, waving their posters and shooting their hands upwards, pointing their fingers at me. The scene before me is crazy, like a scene out of a movie when the aliens invaded our planet Earth or something. This is kind of creepy, all of them staring at me wide-eyed, waving their hands at me. From where I am looking, the crowd looks like a sea of hungry-looking zombies wanting to reach out to me, to suck on my flesh.
Argh. Get a grip of yourself. Surely, these people are not pointing at me? They are probably going crazy at the sight of that Japanese hottie whose room is probably located a floor above me or maybe below me. Yeah, that must be it. Feeling a little relief, I take a step away from the window. Then, I remember. I am suppose to be going to the bathroom.
Before I can take another step back, the door suddenly swing open with a loud bang. I yelp and snap my head towards the door to find a male doctor and three female nurses standing at the entrance, their eyes wide open, in shock or surprise, I am not sure.
One of the nurses starts advancing towards me, speaking in Japanese.
"H-Hold on," I stammer, not understanding a word she is saying. Wait, is my voice suppose to sound like that? I cough and try again, "Just hold on, I need to check on something. I-"
The second nurse grabs my arm and starts talking to me in Japanese in a serious tone.
"Just give me a sec!" I yell, nudging my arm out of her grip and stretching my leg towards to the bathroom. Oh God, what's wrong with my voice? I sound like a-
The second nurse shoots a pleading look towards her partners. I scream like a possessed banshee while the three nurses try dragging me back to my bed. I can see they are having difficulties holding me down because I can hear one of them saying something about calling for back-up. Within seconds, I have about six of them pinning me on the bed.
The doctor standing nearby pull out a syringe filled with some weird looking liquid. I can feel the colour draining from my face. No, no, no. Don't tell me he's going to give me an injection. I hate injections and there's no way I am getting one here.
I scream louder, fighting to get free with all my might, "LET ME GO! I DON'T WANT A BLOODY INJECTION!"
The doctor instructs something to the nurse grabbing my right hand. She later obediently pulls the sleeve of my shirt all the way up to my shoulder. My eyes widen with fear as the doctor brings the long, thin and scary looking needle towards my exposed arm.
"Oh no, don't you dare!" I yell, shooting my scariest look at the doctor, the needle only an inch away from my bicep. "TAKE THAT BLOODY THING AWAY FR- OW! Argh! Damnit! Ow!"
Shit. That hurts. A lot.
Right after the needle is pull out of my arm, the doctor presses a clean cotton wool on the injected spot. Even after the injection, the nurses show no sign of releasing me. Instead, they tighten their grips on my hands and legs until I am wincing in pain. I glare at the doctor who gives me a serious look in return. Just he wait, the moment they release me, I am going to pounce him and-
A wave of drowsiness hit me out of the blue. Crap. My eyelids are growing heavier by the minute. As my vision grows darker and darker, I manage to mumble, "I will get you," before falling into deep sleep.
Summary for Chap 2: Raven finally wakes up to face the hard truth- that she's in the body that doesn't even belongs to her. She has no idea how she end up being there and she's definitely not leaving it just like that.
Author's Note: OKay, I know Raven's a little OOC in this story but I was attempting to make this a humorous story. And please if you're planning to add this to your "Story Alert" or "Favourite Story" (Not that I am expecting any, but I am still hoping *big, cute, hopeful puppy eyes*), it would really be great if you take the trouble and drop in a short review (seriously, even a short "SUCKS" will do).
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