Author's Note: Must…write…must…write. I am so determined to finish a fic right now. I've got a couple dozen in progress, and so many more plot bunnies hopping around my brain it's not even funny. I'm beginning to feel quite overwhelmed and lame, so I'm forcing myself to finish what I've started and stop starting new stuff and finish at least one of my chaptered fics off completely. Since I'm pretty much dying to start a couple of Bon Jovi fics, that should inspire me to finish this. I hope. Anyway! Enjoy chapter 2 and hope my little plot works and chapter 3 comes soon. Oh, and I really know very little about hospitals (probably a good thing, when you think about it), and I realize I've made some silly mistakes in this chapter. Forgive me and shut up. :D Dear lord, "I'm With You" is on the radio. Surely this is a sign. But I already finished the first chapter of my fic I'm With You, so muaha! I am ahead of the signs! So now it's just an annoying Advil Lozenge song that I can't believe I once loved. Blah.
Disclaimer: Nny belongs to Jhonen. Duh. Any original characters that pop up are most likely based on my friends, who own themselves. The doctor is my uncle (who still can't figure out how to sign out of my MSN that I accidentally left signed in on his computer, so every time he goes online I get kicked off MSN messenger because I "have been signed in at another location." Grr). Any other Jhonen characters who may pop up are his also. Again, duh. Now the Go-Gos are on. Yay!
Continuity: I plan to fuck with everything so much it probably doesn't matter.
Johnny woke slowly, opened his eyes and blinked them a few times until the room came into focus. Or rather, the wall. He was lying flat on his back, staring at a stark white wall. Glancing down, he found that a similarly white sheet covered him from the waist down. The rest of his body was draped in a stiff hospital gown, also white, decorated with multicolored squiggly lines. Nny blinked. What was he doing in the hospital? The last thing he remembered was that stupid party…dancing reluctantly with some girl almost too drunk to stand…a flash of blue hair...a hallway that seemed to go on forever. Putting the pieces together, he realized what must have happened. He'd blacked out and some well-meaning person had brought him to the hospital. Well, that was almost enough to restore a fragment of his faith in humanity - or at least remind him that the occasional decent person did exist amidst the human waste - but he certainly didn't need to be here now. He started to sit up, feeling something tug at his arm. Glancing down, he realized he was hooked up to several IVs. Well, that seemed extreme. He shrugged, unhooked himself from the various tubes. He glanced around the room for the clothes he had been wearing, but they were nowhere to be found.
Great. He had been hoping to make a quick, quiet exit just in case some doctor tried to insist that he wasn't well and needed to stay another day or two. But he couldn't exactly see himself heading home in his hospital gown. Securing said gown as tightly as he could, he ventured out into the hall. There was a nurses' station just down the hall, occupied by only one young woman at the moment. Nny approached her.
"Er, excuse me. I was in -" he realized he didn't know the room number, so he gestured to the open door, "that room, and I think it's about time I was leaving, so if I could just get my clothes."
The nurse was now looking at him, her eyes very wide. "Um…why don't you…sit down right over there," she said a bit too fast, Nny thought, "and I'll go get the doctor."
Great, just what he had been trying to avoid. "Uh, that's really not necessary. I'm fine, so can I please have my things back so I can leave?"
"No…really…you need to…" the nurse hardly seemed to be speaking to him, more like babbling to herself. Stepping out from behind the little door that separated the nurses' station off from the hall, she pushed him gently toward a couple of plastic chairs against the wall. "Just…sit. I'll be right back." She hurried off down the hall. With a sigh, Johnny sat down. All right, so he'd insist to leave when the doctor got there.
After a few minutes of waiting, a tall, thin man with black hair and glasses hurried down the hall toward him. The little ID badge clipped to his shirt said Dr. Daigneault. The man stopped in front of Nny and stared down at him, a shocked expression on his face. "Jonathan!" he exclaimed. "It's wonderful to finally have you back. I've called your parents and they're on their way. You really shouldn't be out of bed, though. You must still be very weak. Why don't we go back to your room and wait?"
Nny rolled his eyes. "That's really not necessary," he started to insist. "Wait - my WHAT!"
"Your parents," the doctor repeated, giving him an odd look. "Of course they're thrilled you're back, and they'll be here as soon as they possibly can -"
"Wait, this can't be right." Nny frowned. This doctor must have him confused with someone else. "I don't have parents. At least, not that I can remember. And anyway, what do you mean, 'back'?"
The doctor was frowning back at him now. "Jonathan -"
"Johnny," he interrupted.
"Johnny," the doctor said, giving him an even stranger look, "what is the last thing you remember?"
"I was at that party, and I passed out, and then I was here. Someone must have slipped something in my drink."
The doctor shook his head. "You haven't been to any parties recently, Jona- Johnny. You've been in a coma for the past year."
