Migraines and Nose Bleeds

DISCLAIMER: I do not now, nor have I ever held any form of ownership over any of said characters. They all have rightful owners, none of which are me. I do, however, give an enormous amount of gratitude for those who created such a beautiful 'verse and gave me something to write about.

"OOOOWWWWWWWIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!! Would you stop that?!" I yowl as I bat the doctor's hand away. He was tall with dark whips of hair which fell into his face. His skin was pale and looked like a porcelain doll. And here I thought only women could pull that off. His name tag read Anderson.

"Well, if you would stop moving and let me finish, it would be done by now."

"Well, if you knew what you were actually doing it wouldn't hurt so badly!"

"Stop being a baby. Now shut up and let me do my job"

I calmed enough to permit the man to continue working, glaring at him while he did so, and shoved several strands of blonde hair behind my ear. Wincing, I tried to look around in attempts to get my mind off of the pain.

The room in which we were in, had no windows to speak of and the door was locked firmly in place. By locked, I'm talking five or so bolts which could only be accessed from the other side. Talk about overkill much. The floor was tiled in a simple, boring white, which matched the walls. In fact, it seems to match everything in the room. All I was missing was some pads and a hug-me jacket and I would be home free.

"See, all done. Now, was that so bad?" doctor Anderson asked, tilting his head slightly to the left.

The left… flashes of rolling left… pain… tears…

Shaking my head of the thoughts, I looked up at my 'doctor' and replied "do I have to answer that honestly? Or can I just have a cookie and be on my way?"

Chuckling he shook his head, "Now, Jessica, you know you cannot have any cookies, but lets see about getting you back to your room to rest, okay?"

Stiffening, I just nod in agreement. My name was not Jessica. I wasn't sure what exactly my name was, but it sure as hell wasn't Jessica. It was important he didn't catch my realization; however, I was unsure as to why.

Sliding off of the examining table, I followed the good 'doctor' to the door where a series of clanks and thunks proceeded before the door clicked open.

Talk about being blinded by the light. The walls of they hallway were whiter than the room we had just vacated, if such a thing was possible, and I found myself wishing, nay, praying for darkness to come swoop down on everything and save me from the hurtful rays of light.

Darkness… danger… heart racing… pain… death…

Shaking my head again, I tried to throw the thought to the back of my mind. Something wasn't right here. I wasn't sure what, but something was… off.

Returning to my room, I glance around at the simplicity of it all. A twin sized bed sat up against the far wall with a dull blanket wrapped tightly around it and a simple, rather flat looking, pillow sat atop of it all. Next to the bed was a meager side table which held a small glass of water and then there was a small dresser which held all my clothing necessities which consisted of underwear, pants, and shirts. All of which were identical in color which was, you guessed it: white. Again, there were no windows to speak of and there was no closet, just four walls and a door. This was my home, a hospital of sorts. I wasn't sure why or how, but I was still nursing gashes, bumps, and bruises. They said I had an accident and that I was the only survivor…

More flashes… bodies… anger… pain… magics…

These flashes were giving me a headache and the thing they seemed to have in common was pain. I grasped at the faces, trying to drudge up a name, anything that might give me a clue to whatever it was I was remembering, but right as I had it just within my grasps, pain ripped through my head and I fell to my knees.

God, I was really starting to hate pain.

Something wet dripped from my nose and the red droplet hit the floor like thunder crashing. The red off setting the white tile in such a vibrant contrast and the smell of the blood…

Blood… daemons… slaughter… pain…

A scream belts from me, shaking my entire body, ripping stitches in the process, which, in turn, sent a wave of new pain tearing through me. I clutched my head and screamed until my world went black.