Silas woke two days later with a long scar about his side. He did not know how he got it or where he was all he knew was, he was alive. Praise God! He thought to himself.
He could only look at the ceiling first. Then Silas looked around quickly. His crimson eyes did not catch sight of Bishop Aringarosa. Once he relaxed, he realized that the Bishop was there. He sat up but a small pain was sent to the very spot of his scar. Silas winced but for only a second. "Bishop… where … where am I?"
"You are in the hospital." The Bishop said. Silas looked around again but he saw no machines. He only saw a desk and a window. The room was white like him. "This looks like no hospital I've ever seen."
Many years ago…
Silas was a young man wondering the streets. He took the abuse of society. After his mother died, he had no home. No close relatives. He was all alone. A ghost. He spent his days outside the library and in the streets around the hospital. It was far from his home.
One day Silas actually entered the library. As always he got strange looks from people. Silas went deep into the library, so no one could give him looks of horror or bewilderment. He saw many books that interested him but he picked up none. Silas found a chair and sat. He closed his eyes and relaxed.
"Hey you freak get out of here!" said the stranger and she started to throw books at Silas.
Silas ran and ran until he was out of the library. He ended up in the hospital. He was not injured or anything like that but he had run into the hospital . Silas slowed down when he heard some one say , "No running in the hospital." It was a nurse who said it.
He walked threw the hospital. Seeing all the sick people reminded him of his mother in her last days.