Hey all. Next chappie up. Same disowner applies. Enjoy.
Artemis woke up in an off-white room, dressed in a soft cotton gown. His quick mind told him he was in a hospital. It was pretty obvious, especially since he was being observed by a whole bunch of serious looking people in the gallery.
Something was wrong. He remembered passing out, but a simple occurrence like that shouldn't land him in observation in a hospital.
He pushed himself out of bed. He hurt all over. Why? For once his mind came up with nothing.
He was about to make his way to the door, when a doctor slammed the door open, and yelled, "Sit down! Your condition is too unstable for you to be moving around!"
"Why? What happened? What are you talking about? I want to talk to someone in charge. Now," Artemis demanded, his voice cooling from anger, to no emotion at all.
The Doctor looked scared. "I'll—I'm—just wait." He ran out.
When no one returned in ten minutes, Artemis stood up, buttoned up his shirt, pulled on his pants, and straightened his crooked tie. He couldn't find his shoes, so he walked out, a strange and stark sight, barefoot and dressed in rumpled clothing. He turned a corner, just to walk into Holly. He wouldn't have thought it was Holly, for all the fear in her eyes and tear-streaks on her cheeks, but her unique red-brown hair caught his eye. He studied her. "You look like hell."
She didn't reply. "What? What's wrong? Has my face melted or something?" Artemis asked sarcastically, definitely not expecting her to meekly shake her head. Now he was beginning to get worried. Something was definitely not right here.
"Hey, Holly. Talk to me." He pulled her aside and sat down on a chair; he felt surprisingly tired.
"Artemis." She whispered. She touched his face gingerly, like she expected him to vanish. A small voice in Artemis' head asked, what alternate universe am I in? "I thought I—we had lost you," she continued.
"Lost me? What on Earth do you mean?"
Just then, a Sprite in a white coat approached. "Mr. Fowl, Captain Short, my name is Dr. Stroud. Let me explain to you what has happened."
So he lead them to a small room, arranged with chairs and tables. "I think you should take a seat."
"No. I don't want to. Hurry up. What happened? How long have I been out?"
Dr. Stroud fixed him with a stern look. "5 days. A long, miserable 5 days. Now sit down."
Artemis glared, but obeyed.
"When you passed out, Mr. Fowl, Captain Short and Mr. Centaur brought you to the Hospital. We noted high levels of perspiration, extremely low blood pressure, high blood rate and unconsciousness, and most importantly, a lack of brain activity."
"Those are all the signs of an Aneurysm!" Artemis exclaimed.
The doctor looked at him with new respect in his eyes. "Yes, that's what we thought at first."
"Well then, did you C.A.T. scan it?"
"Yes."
"Well, are you going to tell me the results?" Artemis asked in a fake ever-patient voice, demanding the answer.
"Yes. Here are the scans." The doctor passed a large brown, A3 envelope to him.
Artemis looked at it. A3. Never a good sign. Normally scan results were A4 or smaller. He pulled out the semi-transparent scans. He glanced through them, and looked up at the doctor, his eyes wide. Wide enough to tell he understood the results.
Well? I love cliffies. I also love this fic. I happen to think that this chapter isn't as good as the previous one in terms of how it was written. I juts seems a bit awkward to me, but you can convince me otherwise by providing you opinion via a review?!
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Lady Merlin