Chapter Three
I wake up, and there's Kyla, standing outside the door. I lift my hand to wave her in. She quietly opens the door and slips in. She closes the door without a sound.
"Why are you so quiet? You're never this quiet, like, ever." I ask. "Yeah, well, when I get an unexpected visit from my brother and have to take him to the hospital the first few seconds of seeing him, you would be quiet too."
"Oh." That's all I can think of. Kyla comes and stands next to the hospital bed, sitting on the edge, ready to jump up if a threat comes.
"How's your head?" She asks, gingerly moving a lock of hair back. "I have a bit of a headache.." I mumble. "And your ribs? You hit the ground hard." She asks moving her hand to my chest.
"Only hurts when I breath." I say and laugh weakly. The corner of her mouth twitches and says, half smiling, "Not much you can do about that."
"Well, you must feel better some, you're cracking jokes at least." She says and stands up and wipes her palms on her jeans. She does that when she's nervous... What could worry her right now?
"Are you ok?" I ask, looking worriedly at her. She laughs "Look who's asking. I gotta talk to the doctor, I'm a teen and I can't fill out any paperwork. Gonna have to bribe em'... I'll see ya soon."
And with that she's out the door and I hear muffled voices in the hall. She didn't answer my question. I look at my suroundings and see my outfit is on a chair, freshly washed and ironed.
Who dressed me? God, that's embarassing. Not the time to think who saw me naked! I position my arms behind me and push. A least I'm in a sitting postion.
I try to move my legs, but let out a gasp of pain. So... no legs at the moment... I just realized something! God, I'm stupid! I still have my powers in this 'flippin form!
I snap and try to move my legs again. Works like a charm.
I walk over to my clothes and pick them up. I cringe when I realize I feel a breeze, and look behind me to learn this hospital robe doesn't cover up everything...
I shuffle over to the bathroom to change. I see my hair, and realize that it's a mess. Perfect.
I step out of the bathroom feeling crisp & clean. I walk out into the hall and see a nurse, she looks... awed. She drops the paperwork she had in her hands.
She just stutters and I can't tell what she's trying to say. I just bend over grab the paperwork and ask "Is this for patient #209?" She nods, and gathers her composure.
"Yes it is, in fact... Are you a realitive or close friend?" she asks skepticly, and takes the papers from my hands.
"Yes, actually, I'm his brother. My name is David, and his is William Chestier Cipher." I say confidently, like I've said this a million times before.
"We moved here from far away, New York City." I assure her. She still looks skeptic. "Well, Mister... Cipher... Would you mind us taking a DNA sample?Just in case?"
"Actually, I do mind, And I don't think that's necessary do you?" I ask, looking in her eyes, my voice firm.
Her eyes glaze over and she says in a dead, robot-like voice "Yes, that is not necessary." And walks away.
Mind Altering... I don't like doing it but sometimes it's needed. I walk through the maze of halls to the lobby.
Kyla's there, pacing, and talking urgently into her cell phone. I walk towards her when her back's turned.
She stops abruptly, and says "But what about him? I can't just march in there with him without any questions, or answers for that matter!"
She continues talking for a few more minutes before I lightly set my hand on her shoulder. "Ky-Ky?" I say.
She whips around and says into the phone "Gotta go." And snaps it shut. Then she says "How much did you hear? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"
I doctor perks up when he hears that, then goes back to what he's doing. After a few more minutes
of a tantrum and reassurance we head towards the doors.
She whispers "Did you call me Ky-Ky?" And looks up at me. I hold my hands up and say "If you don't like your old nickname I can call you Kyla!"
She shakes her head and says so quietly that I have trouble hearing it, "It's nice to hear that name again."
She quickly hugs me and then we walk out the door together. I can't help but thinking Maybe I'm not that bad. Since she likes me, I can't be too bad.
