Hello! I decided to give you an official Chapter One! If you didn't read the teaser, please do,
as it contains important information for the rest of the story.
As always, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy Chapter One of My Name Is Lucy.
(DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FAIRY TAIL OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. HOWEVER, I DO OWN THIS STORY. THANK YOU)
Happy Reading! ~Rinn E.
My head is killing me. My limbs feel heavy as if they're weighed down with blankets of lead.
I can hear my heartbeat, slow and steady. My head shifts between fuzzy and lightheaded,
to pounding and heavy. I hear voices and my heart skips several beats.
"I'm sorry, it doesn't mater who you are, I can't allow you to remain in here with the patient.
Friends and family, only," a woman said sternly.
"Look, doc," a young man said, clearly annoyed at whoever the doctor in the room
was. "I pulled this girl out of the mud at the bottom of a precipice, shoulders deep in
silt, with a nasty blow to the head. She's been unconscious for three days, now.
"No one has come to claim her, the DNA tests you took won't be back for a long time, taking
her fingerprints and taking face scans or whatever won't be done because there's no criminal
reason to, so until she wakes up, we have no idea who this girl is. As far as I'm concerned,
I'm the only friend and or family she's got," the boy in question answered.
3 days, huh?
I wince as I make an attempt to open my eyes. The room is too bright. I shut them immediately and
manage to make a hoarse moan. My entire mouth is dryer than I ever would have thought possible.
"She's awake!" The boy exclaimed. "Yes, indeed she is," the doctor affirmed, seemingly unconcerned.
However hard she was trying, their was a small change in her pitch. She sounded happy. Relieved.
I try again to open my eyes, this time only squinting slightly as I look up at the way-too-bright white ceiling.
I attempt to sit up, but make little more distance than the back of my head slightly lifting off the pillow.
When I crash back into the cushy fabric, I cursed myself for forgetting about the
stupid rock. As I wake up more, I become more familiar with the pounding in my head,
along with the sting of cuts and scrapes, and the soreness of my, well, everything.
I try to move anything on my body, but my limbs still feel as if they're blanketed in heavy fabric.
I wonder if I can even still use any of them.
"Miss, can you tell me your name? My name is Doctor Porlyusica. I work at Magnolia General Hospital.
Do you have any idea where you are?" The doctor questioned.
I try to speak, but only a dry, wheezing sound escapes my lips.
"Do you want some water?" The boy asks me. My eyes finally adjust to the bright room.
The boy has bright pink hair and dark grey eyes, with a huge grin on his illuminated face.
I smile, despite myself. The boy hops off the bed and returns only seconds later with a glass and a
pitcher of water. He and a nurse help me sit up, and the boy tilts the glass upwards slowly at my lips.
Water has never tasted this good.
I cough when first take a sip, but the boy anticipated it and waits for me to finish before tipping the cup again.
Once I've had the whole cup, I drink the second cup greedily. I smile weakly at the boy.
"Tha-," I begin, but I'm set into another cough, which I cover to my surprise. I guess my arm still works.
Not for long, though, considering it just fell back, limply, to my side. "Thank you," I manage to say.
I can move my head, now, from side to side, which I guess is a good thing.
"I'm glad to see you're coherent enough to speak. That's good. I'm sorry to ask again, but
what's your name? Do you remember?" The doctor questions. I nod my head gingerly.
"Yes, I remember. And no need to apologize," I say, softly. My voice is hoarse and scratchy. Guess
that comes with a mouthful of dirt. "My name is Lucy," I answer, careful not to disclose my last name.
"Well, I'm glad to hear you talk, Lucy. Do you remember what happened to you?" Doctor Porlyusica asked.
I nod my head, again. "Yes, a mudslide, I believe. Although, I didn't get very far down before a stupid rock
rammed into the back of my head and rendered me unconscious," I joke. I wince. Laughing hurts.
That seems to put another bright smile on the boy's face. "I'm Natsu, by the way," he says.
He stuck out a hand for me to shake. I look at him with my eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, yeah, right..." he says,
sheepishly, taking his extended hand and nervously scratching the back of his head. "I forgot, sorry..." he trailed.
"Nice to meet you, Natsu," I reply. He seems nice, as forgetful as he is.
It's almost as if he generates an aura of warmth around himself.
"And my name is Kiana," the purple haired nurse said with a smile. "Your clothes were so covered in mud,
I didn't know if you would even want them when you woke up! However I saved them all the same," she
said, adjusting bags of medicine and moving the bed and pillows to a more comfortable position.
"However, you didn't come to us with any shoes she said with a smile. "Thank you," I say to her. "You're
welcome, Miss," she replies. I smile at her. "Thanks for keeping my clothes safe for me, but," I say.
My smile fades.
"You can just throw them away." The boy, the nurse, and the doctor all look at me funny. I avoid eye contact. I'm
not here to explain why I deserted my father's base, nor I am I here to share my "tragic" backstory with them.
I'm here to start a new life, one that I forge out of my own actions, gosh darn it.
"I mean, they're just clothes," I reassure. Natsu and the rest continue to stare.
"Oh, um, are you sure you don't want to have them washed and mended? We can always ask someone outside
of the hospital to do that for you? It's a service we provide for... people in your condition," the nurse asks.
My condition? You mean random people you find half-dead in a ditch, buried
six-feet-under, with more than one foot in the damn grave? I think sarcastically.
"No, that's quite alright. If it's any consolation, they were cheap and I didn't care for them too much," I say in hopes of
swaying the conversation. I'm not lying, after all. That uniform was cheap. My father is such a money pincher, filled with greed.
Plus, I never really got attached to it. That uniform was a symbol of my oppression. I cannot
afford for it to be seen. Then they'll know who I really am. Let them stay caked deep in mud.
"Well, alright, miss, if you say so. The hospital will provide you with clothes, if you don't have any
family members you can call," the nurse explains. "No, I don't, thank you," I reply.
She hands me a pen and an official looking sheet of paper where I fill out my information; name, phone
number, address, age, shoe size, clothing size, height, approximate weight, eye, skin, hair color, everything.
My hands move shakily and I put all of my effort into moving them to form letters and numbers. I have to
stop a couple times to rest, but after not even a couple minutes passes by, I slide the sheet back to her.
"Thanks, miss," she says, taking the sheet and pen gently from my hands. After sifting through the
document, she looks surprised and hands it to the doctor. She takes it and continues to speak.
"That's good that you can write, Lucy. I still have to run a few more tests, but so far I'm seeing no signs of
serious brain damage," the doctor says. She eyes over the sheet of paper and then looks at me, surprised.
"You left almost the whole thing blank," she exclaims, dumbfounded. "Yes, I know," I assure. "No home
address? Phone number, family contact, emergency contact, or anything?" the doctor says, flabbergasted.
"No, ma'am. I don't have anyone I can call, no cell phone, no home, no home phone, no friends that I can
truly speak of, nothing. The only things I have are the three bags I had on me at the time," I say, calmly.
Everyone stares at me as if they could burst into tears any second. That is, all except Natsu. He smiles at me, softly.
"So, you don't have anybody or anywhere to go back to? Nothing?" he asks with a large grin plastered to his beaming face.
"No. Nobody, no where, nothing," I reply, matching the expression on his face. He seems as if he
knows what I'm up to. He knows what I'm doing and, for some strange reason, is happy about it.
I don't know who this boy is, but damn him if he thinks he's going to get my story
out me. I won't tell anyone. I refuse to go back. I can never go back. Ever.
Plus. I would never forgive myself if I got him involved in all my mess. I hope my father
will just give up on me. I mean, why would he chase a girl he never even cared about?
The doctor and nurse get to work testing me to make sure I didn't retain any brain damage.
They give me movement tests as well, trying to see how far my dexterity reaches. I shakily
take the blankets off my legs and torso. I slowly glance down, expecting the worse.
To my surprise, my legs are only slightly cut up, with a bit of bandages wrapped around,
what I can only assume is stitches, on my upper left leg, and my right ankle
is wrapped in an ace bandage of some sort.
My arms took some slight cuts, but they only needed band-aids. I smile. After the tests are complete, Doctor Porlyusica and Nurse Kiana, leave the room.
I guess I really am lucky. Lucky Lucy. There's no escaping it. Instead of being called lucky for my father's
station and money, I'm "lucky" because I'm not dead. Which, in hindsight, is a very good thing.
I'm alive and away from that base, hopefully for good.
"So, when you get out of here, where are you gonna go?" Natsu asked,
sitting on the edge of the bed. I thought about it for a moment.
"I have no idea," I shrugged.
"Well, when you're able to wiggle your toes and walk on outta here, gimme a call," he suggests,
handing me a small piece of paper. I take it from his and my fingers graze his palm.
I don't know if I'm just freezing, but damn this kid's hand is warm.
"Okay," I say, tucking my arm into my side. I stare long and hard at my feet, willing my toes to move, if just a little twitch.
After what seems like an eternity passes, I wiggle my big toe.
A large smile slowly creeps across my face until it becomes a huge grin that reaches from ear to ear.
"You know, that's the first time today I've seen you smile like that," he said. "It's nice."
"Thanks, Natsu," I say.
Hello! I hope you enjoyed the first official chapter of My Name Is Lucy.
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Happy Reading! ~Rinn E.