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It Goes On
Chapter: 2
Waking up has always been an easy task for Tom.
It had always been like an instant awareness of all his senses all at once. One of the reason contributing to this could have been the always prick-like pain present all over his body all the time... but Tom preferred to think he had high awareness of his surroundings from the moment he wakes up..
But that was not the case this time.
In fact it seemed this time was an exclusive exception to all those other time, since the first thing Tom aware of was the needle-prick pain concentrated highly towards his upper left side.
His left hand, left arm, left shoulder. The left side of his head... it was starting to give him a pounding headache...
Unable to bear with it anymore, he snapped open his eyes and his vision was filled with...
Pretty emeralds...
Pretty emeralds that were inches away from his own azure...
A wince was the only indication of a particular stab of pain piercing his left temple. But that seemed to be enough indications for the Emeralds to move back... making the light from the window behind to pierce his eyes; making him quickly close his eyes, and which only helped in increasing the headache.
"I see you are finally awake Mr. Riddle." The voice was entirely too cheerful.
"Ughh.." was the only answer he deign to give.
Tom tried with very little success to sit and lean against the head of the bed, all while from the corner of his eyes he could see the Doctor watching him. It made Tom bristle silently, he could use some help but the man just kept on watching.
Finally in a position of sitting he liked, Tom relaxed and finally turned his full attention to his newly appointed Doctor, "Care to explain what made me land in bed?" voice hoarse.
His head was pounding and he couldn't remember what he did last. His throat was scratchy; as if he had screamed bloody murder, and his tongue felt like a bag of sand.
"Nothing to worry over, you just collapsed from a sudden attack of your illness, and have been unconscious for a week and... three hours." Came the still cheerful answer.
"What?"
Deep breadth, Tom.
"Ahem. I mean, a week?" the disbelief was clear "What is the date?"
His doctor was still not looking at him after he had turned away from him at the start, mumbling to himself, while shuffling some paper into order on Tom's bed-side table.
"Well?" he was losing his patience, and the headache wasn't helping at all.
"Oh?" The Doctor jerked to look at Tom, "Oh! Sorry! Its just that I was researching this sudden attack, because it was more sudden and out of your schedule of attacks... and while you were asleep I was doing some experiments-" that made Tom even more uncomfortable "- and its fascinating, I was right to come here myself rather than just a visit... I think I'm almost near it... it might be that.. but no then that would react with it.. but then it reacts to mine..."and he was back to the papers.
"Uh.. Doctor?" Was this guy nuts?
"Oh? Mer-Gosh! I'm sorry, yes, you see after you met with me there came a sudden attack from your illness and you collapsed. And you have been unconscious since then. I have been trying different things but nothing seemed to work and you remained asleep, and its seems you have enough recovery to continue living."
Recovery his ass! His body was aching, what had the man been doing?
"And well there is some good news for you Mr. Riddle," he messed up his hair, making it even more shaggy, "I wish I could give you the complete news but its just that one thing I need to work with and then everything would be solved. This last week has been most resourceful.." and the babbling begins again.
Tom sighed. If this was the case, they were in for a long ride.
"And the news is?" his patience was almost at breaking point.
"Ah! Yes! You see, Mr. Riddle within the next week or a couple I would be able to solve the fundamentals of your illness!" and with a clap he grabbed his notes and begin to leave throwing a, "Good day.", over his shoulder at Tom.
A stunned and speechless Tom.
He said what?!
How did he solve something that had taken more experienced and senior doctors months and years and even then had failed?! Was the man mental or something?
Tom tried to follow after the man but the moment he tried to get up, he started swaying and almost fell but luckily grabbed the foot of the bed and steadied himself and settled himself on the bed. Mind whirling mile a minute.
A head poked over the door-frame, "Oh, and no movement from that bed Mr. Riddle, and that's a direct order from your doctor." And with that the shaggy head disappeared again.
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Over the course of the next two weeks, Tom scarcely caught any sight of his doctor. Though he had cancelled all the medicines and tablets Tom had been on for years, (the outrage of the doctors had been shocking). And was always, always there when Tom woke up.
Be it from an attack or just sleep, the man was always present, and every morning Tom would wake up to the sight of pretty emeralds inches away from his face. Sometimes Tom would pretend to be asleep and try to see through a slight crack between his eyelids, but man almost always knew when Tom was no more dead to the world.
Though Tom did catch the man a few time, He had woken up from an attack, and the prick-pain had been less as compared to usual, so he had slowly opening his eyes and saw the man writing furiously in his notes, while his left was hovering over Tom's own. The man would jump up, jerk, or his eyes would widen all of a sudden as if he realised something, and was always there on Tom's left side. Tom had relinquished his left bed-side table three days into the first week.
During the daytime, the man would be holed up in his office, and the office itself wasn't fairing much better, notes and sticky notes were everywhere. With mugs of tea and coffee littering the right corner. Once the doctor went in, it would be hours until he came out, or as according to what Tom heard, a simple attack on Tom was enough to immediately have him out of his office.
Tom tried to gather some information over the man from the staff as well as the patients, because it seems that even though he was Tom's personal doctor, he was often called for life-saving surgeries. And he was nice to everyone.
Apparently the man was twenty-two, younger than Tom had predicted. Had gained his degree and Masters that year, was single and also filthy rich, though that couldn't be determined from his appearance. It was the work of one of the female staff, they were scary. That's why Tom always remained on their good side.
And one of the most interesting titbit had been that he didn't let anyone enter his office aside from Tom, saying that it contained his research. So even though Tom was allowed in, he didn't understand a single thing.
What was Mughspi's Law of sealing and unsealing?
Or Accidental or Intentional... and some words would be blur to Tom no matter how much he concentrated.
So it was a relief and also a sense of foreboding with which Tom headed toward his doctor's office , it had been a week and five days and he had been informed that his presence in the doctor's office was required.
Just as he raised his hand to knock, the door suddenly opened up and he got his first proper look at his Doctor's face, in weeks. The bloke's hair were shaggier than ever and slightly filled with dust, his eyes had purple circles under them and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight in these two weeks.
"Ah! Mr. Riddle, you are finally here," This man was always too cheerful, or that could have been because of those lemon candies he always had at his desk. "Come, come inside." And with that Tom was ushered into an office that was almost puking with pages and note and plastic coffee cups.
He was led and made to sit in one of the only two extra chairs aside from the desk, the doctor placed some biscuits on the table and went to grab those candies, and came to sit in the other side, opposite to Tom.
"Good morning, Mr. Riddle. I hope you had a pleasant night?" he grabbed a chocolate chip biscuit out of the bunch and started munching on it.
"Morning to you too, and yes it was better than a few days ago." Tom leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs and folded his hands over it, "You asked for me? And you do know that I can't handle solid food?" He sneered at his doctor.
"Oh, I know. But I wanted to test a theory of mine, so please grab one of these pretties. Or would you like Lemon Sherbets?" the man was as insufferable as ever.
With a sigh and a shake of his head, he bent forward and grabbed one of the biscuits and quickly bit into it, already searching the door to the washroom.
And the man was bent forward, looking intensely at Tom, he was almost vibrating in anticipation.
And within a minute Tom had the whole biscuit, and was waiting for the gagging and pain... but nothing came and the flavour remained in his mouth. The biscuits were delicious.
"Would you like another? Though you shouldn't have more than five, since more than that and I can't guarantee anything." Came the reply from the obnoxious man, who was happily sucking on a lemon candy.
Tom hesitated, but did reach out to the one he had never had and quickly started munching. He had almost given up on ever being able to eat solid food...
After he had his promised five biscuits, Tom turned to the man, "What have you done? You cancelled all my medication, and haven't been doing any kind of therapy. And now this! No one had succeeded before, I have always regurgitated anything I have eaten." At this the man quickly straightened himself and turned his full attention to Tom.
At least Tom hoped so, since the man regularly glance at some note here there.
"I'm going to tell you something important Mr. Riddle, and it can not leave this office. Is that clear?" the man asked with a surprising amount of seriousness, though that too was belied by the amusement and excitement sparkling in those pretty emeralds.
Tom nodded.
"You, , are a wizard."
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A/N: Muhahahahah! :3 Sorry for the long absence, I had been busy with giving tests and all that for my Major and then for the Masters. But don't worry I have been writing both my stories, just not in my laptop, my dairy is going crazy with all the ideas I have been putting into it. So don't worry it's not a writer's block, just laziness and college work killing me ;P
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, Undead's will be coming out soon too, (as soon as I put order to the events occurring in Harry's past) ':/
Hope to see you guys soon,
Yours Truly,
Sly.
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