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Chapter Two
He felt as though he were floating. He was weightless and floating in the air. But how? Last he knew, people couldn't float, unless they were in space…. How had he gotten into space?
He shook his head to clear the thoughts away. No. He couldn't be in space. He was being silly. He had the feeling that someone would have called him a dipshit if his thoughts could be read. He didn't know why or who, however. His thoughts were a bit cloudy.
Slowly, another sensation began to make itself known to him. It started out as a dull, throbbing pain, and gradually intensified until he felt as though he were being beat to death by a thousand strong fists.
For the love of all things good. He tried to open his eyes. He panicked when he couldn't. All he could see was the darkness behind his eyelids. He fought against the heavy weight forcing his eyes shut but couldn't beat it.
"Help!" he cried out silently. "Is anyone there? Please, help me!" his voice sounded desperate and silly in his head, but he didn't care. Why should he if no one could hear him except for himself?
Suddenly, he heard a voice. It was distant and he had to strain to hear it, but it was there.
"You sure he'll be okay?" a soft female voice, with a bit of an accent. What accent was that? He couldn't place it at the moment, what with the foggy thoughts and the pain making is next to impossible to think. She sounded worried.
"The doctor said he would be fine." An American voice.
"Humph. If he hasn't died from being hit by a car before, I highly doubt he would have died this time." That voice was gruff and seemed unfriendly and cold.
"You're an ass!" came the female's voice again. "I can't believe you would do that, do you do nothing but think about yourself? What the hell is wrong with you?" as she spoke, the accent got thicker, and eventually she was speaking rapidly in another language. Japanese, He thought.
He tried to reach out to the voices, and suddenly the angry banter stopped.
"I think he just moved his hand!" the girl exclaimed excitedly.
Encouraged by the words he heard, knowing that he was breaking through, he reached harder and this time could feel his fingers twitch. Now he struggled with his eyes, trying to force them open. Finally, with all the effort he could muster up, he managed to squint his eyes open, the light from above him seeming brighter than he had ever seen before.
He groaned and tried to cover his face with his arm, causing another groan to pass through his lips, this one a moan of pain.
"You're okay!" the girls' voice was shrill as she yelled in excitement. She started to throw herself at him, but seeing him wince a moment before the impact, thought better of it and stopped short.
Slowly, he opened his eyes the rest of the way, letting them adjust to the blinding light, which was slowly dimming. He looked around the room slowly, gathering in his surroundings. Finally, his eyes came to rest of the three beside his bed. Two were grinning, and the third, though not smiling, was leaning against the wall by the window, looking relieved.
"Ummm…." He trailed off, unsure of what to say. Finally, he said the only thing he could think of. "Who are you?"
The smiles faded and the man against the wall straightened up, an amused look taking over his face.
"You don't know us?" the girl asked. She looked a little hurt.
Feeling bad, all he could do was shake his head. "I'm afraid not…." He looked around again. "The hospital? What happened? And… who am I?" the sudden realization that he didn't even know his own name terrified him.
At that moment, the doctor walked in, and looked delightedly surprised that 2D's eyes were open.
"Well, welcome back, Mr. Pot." He said cheerfully.
"Pot? Is that my last name?" he asked thoughtfully. "Kinda funny, innit?"
Unlike the other three in the room, the doctor didn't look surprised at the lack of memory. He had known it was a possibility. So he just nodded.
"Stuart Pot." He said. "Otherwise, more commonly known as 2D."
2D mulled that over for a minute. 2D. He liked the sound of that, too, though it seemed odd to him. Why 2D, of all things?
As if reading his mind, the doctor spoke again. "Your friends here can fill you in on everything in a couple minutes. For now, how are you feeling? Any pain?"
2D nodded. "Oh yes. My whole body aches. "
"I figured. I'll send in some pain medication for you. It'll make you a little loopy, but you'll feel right as rain." The doctor said, and then left the room moments later.
2D turned his attention back to the three in the room. He studied them, taking in their appearances. It felt strange to know that they clearly knew him, but he couldn't remember a thing about any of them.
For a long while, no one said anything. The nurse came in, handed 2D his painkillers, which he quickly took. It was quiet long enough for the medication to start taking effect, which was a great relief to 2D. Amazing things, painkillers were.
"So." He finally said, breaking the silence. "Is someone going to fill me in, or what?"