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Chapter 2: Wake up call
My eyes fluttered open to reveal the familiarly drab ceiling of the hospital.
Where am I? Why the hell do I have a headache first thing in the morning?
As I looked around the room I took in the many medical devices in the room including the empty IV drip. Oh right hospital. A giggle escaped me at the fact that I forgot, I mean really? How could I forget? I've been here for nearly a year.
My laughter died almost instantly and was replaced with gagging as a horrible stench reached my nose.
Instincts took over and my hands shot up to cover my nose. It took me a few seconds to realize what I had done, my eyes were glued to my hands. I moved them! Hesitantly I clenched my fists.
I was so focused on the miracle that was my hands that I almost forgot the reason for my movement. The keyword here is almost. Once again I was assaulted with that horrible stench, if it was possible it felt like it was worse than before, it actually caused me to dry heave.
My eyes darted around the room trying to pinpoint the source of this unholy smell.
I don't get it! I've looked everywhere! The only place I haven't checked is….
I froze, I literally couldn't comprehend what I seeing. My brain actually froze.
Laying on top of my stomach as if I was some sort of pillow was a corpse, or more specifically Kelly's corpse.
That single image brought my most recent memories rushing to the surface. I shot out of bed throwing the body off of me in the process and threw up what little I had in my stomach on the floor. I collapsed into a fetal position shaking uncontrollably and trying desperately to get air into my lungs. I laid there in that position trying to get those traumatic memories out of my head.
It took a few minutes to calm down enough to allow proper breathing and a few more just to stop shaking. When I was finally calm I tried to stand up. At first My legs felt like wet noodles and I was forced to use the wall to keep from face planting, but after only a few seconds this feeling faded away and I could stand without feeling like a stiff breeze could knock me over. Although I maintained my balance they still shook from the long period of disuse.
Mentally I flipped my probably dead by now doctor the bird for saying I would never be able to walk.
Cautiously I approached the rotting corpse of my caretaker. Along the way I picked up the IV pole to use as a walking stick or as a makeshift weapon in case Kelly decided she wasn't actually dead.
I used the long pole to my advantage by tentatively poking Kelly's head with it. After a few tense seconds of my continued prodding, I breathed a sigh of relief when she was in fact dead...or at least more dead than last time. Deader?
As I took a step back to get farther away from the body I slipped and smacked my head on the beds guardrail.
"OW!" I hissed between clenched teeth while rubbing my head. I glanced at the floor only to find that I slipped in a puddle of blood. Actually a puddle would be an understatement, the entire floor within 3 feet of the bed was covered in a thick layer of the stuff.
Now I was practically covered in the red life sustaining liquid. I felt the nausea coming on so I hobbled as fast as I could to the bathroom so I could clean myself off.
The light to the bathroom flickered ominously for a few seconds before it stabilized. My nausea got worse once I saw my reflection. My entire body was covered in blood, both dried and wet. Not even my hair was unscathed, it was caked in thick layer of dried blood. My once white hospital gown was now black and red it was darker near the giant tear near my midriff. I shrugged out of it hoping to find a reprieve from the color, but unfortunately it was under the gown as well. It was everywhere...and I mean EVERYWHERE.
Luckily for me though my room was also equipped with a small shower. I hopped in and turned the water to hot. The pipes creaked for a few seconds before the water came gushing out. I stood in the stream enjoying the feel of the hot water on my skin, it was something I never thought I would feel again. And i'm not talking about when I died.
After a scrubbing my skin until I could actually see my skin turn pink I started to lather the shampoo into my hair trying to dislodge all the dried blood.
By this point I was only in the shower just for the sake of being in the shower. Considering that for the past six years I have been paralyzed in one form or another, I think i'm entitled to being a little indulgent. Don't you agree?
I stood there in bliss until the water turned cold. I grabbed a fresh hospital gown from the cabinet and approached the misted mirror. Suddenly I had this irresistible urge to look at my reflection, after all I haven't been able to truly look at myself under my own power in years. So I wiped the steam from the mirror and once again received another shock.
My eyes were glued to my reflection and refused to leave it. My once dull brown eyes were now a striking silver color, and my hair which was a dark brown was now a luminous glacier white. Even my physical features were different My cheekbones were higher, my eyes slightly slanted giving me slightly feline characteristics, even the light dusting of freckles on my cheeks and across my nose were gone as if they were never there to begin with.
I was never ugly before but now I was...stunning. After the initial shock of my new face wore off I noticed the rest of my body had undergone some changes as well. My muscles which by this point should be practically nonexistent from lack of use were clearly visible, they weren't big like a bodybuilders but they were definitely there. The place on my abdomen which should have been heavily scarred from the damage that Kelly had caused was unblemished and flat. Experimentally I pushed on my stomach only to be stopped by the taught muscles just under the skin, the rest of my body had a similar feel to it...well not everywhere everywhere, but I don't think you need to know just which parts of my body weren't hard. The only part of me that seemed to have resisted any change was my chest which remained small. Not flat just small.
Once I was finished gawking at myself I grabbed a clean hospital gown from the cabinet under the sink. When I put it on I immediately noticed something was wrong. It would be pretty hard not to notice the fact that the gown only reached my thighs. The cabinet was only filled with gowns in my size range so decided to put grab a different one since the nurse probably just put one with the wrong size. The next gown was met with similar results. So was the next one and the one after that. After trying out every single gown I had come to a conclusion.
Either the nurse had stocked the entire cabinet with the wrong sized gowns, or I had grown a foot while I was blacked out. Judging by my current changes I was leaning more towards the latter than the former.
There was also a pair of slippers in the cabinet but unlike a gown you can't exactly wear them when you're a few sizes bigger.
I walked out of the bathroom and was once again assaulted by the scent of rotting flesh. Kelly's body was still lying in the same position that it was in before so I grabbed a sheet and placed it over her. I had my own little moment of silence.
After that I grabbed my IV pole and made my way out into the hallway.
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