First off, I would like to thank Immortal Fallen Radiance for giving me such a wonderful and helpful review. It was very much appreciated. Now let's see if I can put it to good use!
Kouichi's POV
It was difficult to sleep through the night. I had been moved into a different room now, and most of the beeping machines were gone now. The doctor had asked me if I knew who I was, where I was, and what had happened. My answer to his questions had been no. He had a look of disappointment on his face at the answers, and wrote most of what I said onto different papers. The boy and woman never came back. Maybe they didn't want to see me? Had I upset them that much?
These thoughts rushing through my head were what kept me awake. My name was Kouichi, and I was fifteen years old. I had been told that, but not much else. The only other thing I was really told was that I had a couple fractured ribs. They weren't completely broken though. However, I still felt the pain when I took in deep breath or turned over.
Pulling the white, uncomfortable sheets under my chin, I tried to move into a more comfortable position. I'm pretty sure that was impossible though. The bed I was in wasn't very comfy, and the white walls surrounding me made me feel even more uneasy. Eventually I gave up and just stared at the blank ceiling. There was no point in trying to fall asleep if all my body planned on doing was fighting it. Eventually though I did feel my eye lids get heavy, and was able to relax into slumber.
I awoke to voices outside of my room. Again they sounded familiar to me, even though they were muffled. Groaning, I slipped my eyes open a tiny bit. The light from the window I faced was dim. The sky was full of many different tones of grey, and white flakes dropped from it. The buildings outside were coated in the white, blanket looking substance. There was too much white in the world . I didn't like it one bit.
The door opened with a creak. I turned my head in that direction just in time to see the doctor from the previous day enter. He was carrying something in one arm. It looked folded, and had thin wheels on it. His shadowed eyes looked at me, and he gave a small smile. He set the object in his hands down and opened it up, revealing a chair.
"You are free to return home today." His deep voice spoke. His figure walked over to me, and a large, rough looking hand extended towards me. After a moment of hesitation, I decided to take it. The man in white helped me up from the bed and led me to the chair before helping me sit. I sat back as he wheeled me out of the painfully white room and into another grey box. It beeped as it moved, and I almost felt sick at the sudden jerk before the door opened. We exited the box of death, and I was taken to where that woman from before was now sitting. She looked up at me and gave me a soft, loving smile. It made me feel warm inside, happy even. The feeling still made me feel a bit uncomfortable. Perhaps I would eventually discover what made me feel so connected to her. Until then, I guess I could only wonder.
Words were exchanged between the woman and doctor. I'm not sure what they were talking, as I had zoned out mostly. However, I did hear things like 'memory' and 'accident'. Were they talking about me? Memory of what, and what accident? It made me even more confused than I already was, so I eventually just stopped listening to them altogether. I didn't like all these odd feelings. Were they normal or a bad thing? The whole thing was frustrating. I came out of my thoughts when I felt the chair I was in start to move. Looking behind me, I saw the woman pushing me, staring blankly ahead. She looked so unhappy, and it hurt to see her that way.
When the doors opened, there was a gush of freezing air. It chilled me to the bone, and made me shake. The white blanket I had seen on the tops of buildings outside the window coated the ground too. Everything was still dull and grey, lifeless looking almost. There were no leaves on the trees. They all looked dead. There weren't many sounds either. An occasional 'vroom' here and there, but not much else. The cold air made my lungs and throat freeze when I inhaled. And again, there was just too much white.
Short, I know. But I feel like what comes next would work better as it's own chapter, rather than shoved into this one. School is coming close to an end, so hopefully I'll be able to write more.