Aaah, I almost didn't want to update, but seeing that people actually like this idea of mine, I' decided to update it~! I'm on break so I might be able to get another chapter in before New Years! :D
anwyay- here is more! (sorry if it feels a little rushed at the end).
Once again- I don't own Ben 10 U u U
Hospitals- no one ever enjoyed them. Many people knew that a sentence to the hospital meant they were not right as rain. They feared the doctors would tell them they have contracted an incurable illness, or they leave, only to later return with another ailment they may have procured during their time in the hospital.
Others may fear it due to a mild or extreme trypanophobia. No one ever enjoyed the sight of sharp surgical tools. No one ever enjoyed knowing that they would be put to sleep so surgeons could cut them open to make them feel better. No one ever been keen on not knowing what was happening to their body. Nobody was fond of not knowing.
Perhaps the biggest fear when walking into these places was the terrifying thought of leaving with one less person.
For Grandpa Max and Gwen, that was their fear.
They had arrived in the hospital less than three hours ago. The circus freaks were cuffed and gagged- the police were fully aware of what these freaks were capable of and would not take any chances. They were put off into armored cars and sent away.
Max Tennyson had been speaking to the paramedics who had placed Ben onto the gurney. Although he was awake, he was still freezing. His temperature was at 95.0°. They began think Ben had a mild case of Hypothermia but they could not explain how he could have contracted it. It was summer, and he had not been previously swimming in cold water.
Had Ben's temperature not been consecutively dropping, the doctors would have told Grandpa Max to take him home.
Every hour or so, Ben's temperature had dropped about 0.6° The doctors decided he should stay the night- with the constant dropping of temperature, the doctors didn't feel sure about sending the boy home.
His lips had turned to a tinted blue, and his breathing had slowed a bit. The doctors had recommended he sleep, but Ben kept saying he was scared. He wouldn't explain why- his voice always became quieter when he tried to explain.
Gwen had fallen asleep on one of the chairs near Ben's bed. The two had sat in silence for the duration of time they had been at the hospital. Ben had starred off into space, teeth chattering every so often. Gwen wasn't sure what to say- she wasn't sure what to do. She's never seen Ben like this- even when he caught the flu not long ago, he still managed to maintain his obnoxious personality.
Then again, an alien ghost wasn't involved last time. Her and Grandpa Max still weren't sure what had happened. Ghostfreak disappeared, and they expected the worst: Ben possessed by a psychopath who would go on some sort of rampage.
Instead, they got a Ben, void of any feeling one moment, then a shivering, scared boy who felt as cold as Death the next moment.
Ben turned his head to his cousin and starred. His lips were becoming chapped and his shivering was beginning to worsen. His condition in general was worsening.
He swung his legs off the bed and grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around himself to keep warm. His legs wobbled a little when he stood up, but he regained his balance and began to walk towards the door. His eyes were vacant- emotionless. His movements seemed almost robotic. Ben bumped into one of the free chairs, which made a bit of noise. Not necessarily a deafening sound, but loud enough to wake Gwen from her sleep.
She rubbed her left eye and looked in front of her. No Ben. She raised an eyebrow and turned to her left. She noticed Ben making his way to the door.
"Hey... Get back in bed before you get more sick, dweeb." Those were the first words Gwen had said to him before the trip to the hospital.
Ben stopped where he was and stood in place. He didn't continue, but he didn't move from his spot in front of the door. After several minutes of waiting for a response, Gwen groaned and got up from her seat.
"Look, whether you're anxious or not, the doctors said to stay in bed. So get back in-" She turned him to face her and was taken aback by his face.
Tears were falling down Ben's face. Gwen wasn't sure how to react. She hadn't seen Ben cry since the two were five. She'd made fun of him for it and he'd swore to never cry in front of her again.
Ben's hands grabbed his own head and he fell to his knees. Gwen's eyes widened in horror. She went down on her knees and tried to help Ben up, but he swatted her hands away, still crying. She wasn't sure what to do. She just stayed in that spot and watched as her cousin cried.
After several awkward minutes of sobbing, Ben slowly calmed down. His shivering calmed down, his sobs became tamer, and he looked back up to Gwen. His face was tear streaked, his eyes were wide and red, and there was snot dripping from his nose.
The doctors and Grandpa Max came in and knocked the two children over, as they had not moved out of the path of the door. The doctors immediately went to Ben and picked him up, ignoring his snot and tear covered face. They placed him back into the bed, wrapped him in blankets again, and scolded him for leaving the bed. Then they noticed his face and asked Max to get the tissues near by the narrow desk in front of Ben's bed.
After cleaning his face, they asked him why he'd left his bed. He didn't answer. He didn't look any of them in the eye and simply remained lying in his bed, staring into the ceiling with empty eyes.
One of the doctors looks to Gwen and asked why her cousin had gotten out of bed.
"I...I don't know. I'm sleeping one minute, he makes noise, and the next he's walking to the door."
She lowered her head and murmured to herself, "Like he was in some kind of trance..."
The doctors looked at one another and sighed disappointedly. One spoke up. "Well, it seems as though visiting hours are almost over. We'll be monitoring him to make sure his temperature doesn't get too low." He looked over to Ben, noticing how blue his lips were becoming. "Let's just hope this doesn't become...severe..."
Max and Gwen looked up at each other, worry plastered over their faces. The doctors told them good evening and they were showed out by one of the nurses.
The two made their way to the RV, and got ready for bed.
Neither of them went to sleep comfortably. Gwen didn't sleep for that matter. She sat up and stared out the window, wondering what was going to happen to Ben.
Her and Grandpa knew this wasn't some case of spontaneous hypothermia. This was linked to Ghostfreak- she wasn't sure how, but she knew it was connected to what happened at Bancoft Academy.
A doctor walked down the quiet hallway of the hospital. He had finished checking up on one of his patients who managed to get a fishing hook hooked into their cheek. Boy, that would be an interesting story to tell the wife and kids when he made his way home!
He passed a nurse and shot her a quick, "Good night," as she walked and threw her arm into a sleeve of her jacket.
He heard from the other nurses that tonight was relatively chilly for summer, but the weather is a strange thing. He decided to not question it. It was the end of July, so perhaps the cool summer nights were coming a little early this year. He'd usually expect it during the middle of August or-
He heard the creak of a door. He turned around and noticed one of the doors slowly opening.
"Ah, God damn door. Nearly scared the crap out of me!" He walked over to the door to close it but noticed the lack of a patient in this room. "That's weird... These are only closed when the room's free."
He poked his head in the room and quickly inspected it. "By the looks of it, someone is staying here. Ugh, whatever." He left it closed and proceeded down the hall.
After a few steps, he heard something fall. He jolted up, but cursed under his breath. "Ugh, I wish these patients would stay still during the night! Them dropping things is gonna give me a heart- hey." He looked in front of him and saw Ben, wrapped completely in his blanket. "Alright, so you're the wise guy! Well, see here kid, if you're a patient, I'll escort you back to your room."
Ben stood there, clinging closer to the blanket that covered his body.
"Kid, come on already. I wanna get home." Ben didn't move. Instead, from the blankets, the man heard an odd chuckle. "Oh, you think this is funny? Well that's it," He went for and pulled the blanket off Ben's body.
Upon seeing what was under the blankets, he opened his mouth to scream.
He never did get to let out that scream.
Aaaah, I hope that was a little worth the wait ; u ;