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Chapter 3: Hospital Madness
The light beeping of hospital machines woke Anya from her slumber. The familiar white walls of a hospital room greeted her eyes.
"Anya...welcome back." She noticed a familiar face, . He had been her doctor since her years spent in a coma. Dr. Wellston was the only person that made her smile these days. He was like a father to her.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine...Thanks..." Slowly she sat up. "What...happened?"
"Anya! Oh my kami!" Her mother rushed into the room, completely harried and sporadic.
"Hey champ!" Satan-san also ventured in, a smile on his face. "Glad to see you're alright!" He looked completely rested and clear eyed which meant Anya had been sleeping for at least a day.
"Gohan-san and Satan-san said you collapsed at work last night." Celeste told her. She took her hand. "Oh honey, all of this wedding mess must have brought this on. I'm so sorry..."
"Stress can cause blackouts in coma patients." Dr. Wellston frowned at Anya. "Have you been taking your medication?"
Anya rolled her eyes. "Yes…I've been taking my medication." She took pills before hitting the hay and would probably be doing so for the rest of her life. Dr. Wellston said it was to help her brain or something.
Satan-san frowned. "Anya-chan's on medication?"
"Ever since she woke up." Celeste told him. "Dr. Wellston's been looking after her since then."
Satan-san smiled at the doctor. "Well, thank you doctor!"
Dr. Wellston nodded. "Not a problem...and congratulations you two. I'll be right back." With that he was gone.
Celeste was at Anya's bedside. "I think it would be better if you moved in with us for a while, Anya...It might-"
"Mom, I'm not doing this again." Anya glared. "Dr. Wellston said I was fine. I'm just going to go home and rest...Besides I've got to work tonight."
"Anya you aren't working tonight! You've been in the hospital!" Celeste shouted.
"Alright, alright...let's all calm down." Satan-san placed a hand on Celeste's shoulder. "Anya-chan said she's fine dear...She's old enough to make her own decisions."
Celeste sighed. "I know but-"
For the first time since she'd known Satan-san, Anya liked the guy.
"If it'll help you from stop worrying so much, why don't I just ask Gohan to check up on Anya every once in a while?" Satan-san suggested. "He's a good kid, you know…Brought Anya-chan to the hospital himself!"
Strike that, Anya officially hated the guy now.
Dr. Wellston returned, a pill bottle in his hand.
"I've updated your medication, Anya…" He handed Anya the bottle. "Start taking two doses instead of one for a while and we'll see how it goes."
"Thanks." Anya sighed. "Can I go now?"
"Sure, just take it easy for a while okay?" Dr. Wellston smiled then left.
Anya stared at the pill bottle for a moment, ignoring Satan-san and her mother. Maybe she WAS just stressed out…Yet, she didn't feel such. She was healthy as a horse last time she checked.
Shrugging it off, she calmly waited for the discharge papers, thinking about work that night.
Her life had been normal as could be for a while. Her frantic mother kept her out of wedding plans while Satan-san asked Gohan to watch over Anya when he could. Upon the first 'check up' day, Anya laid it out straight for the guy.
"My mother has been a wacko ever since I woke up." She explained to him. She had been invited to his and Videl's place for dinner on one of her off nights at the bar. "If I so much as sneezed wrong she would call for an ambulance." Anya sighed. "I couldn't do anything without her beady eyes on me."
"She was just worried about you, Anya-san." Gohan frowned.
Anya laughed at that. "My mother makes the word worry turn into obsessed." She frowned. "Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for all she's done for me, but…"
"But you want to live your life your own way." Videl chimed in as she came in with tea.
"Yeah…" Anya stated. "It's…complicated but…"
"No need to explain, Anya-san." Videl gave her a smile.
After reassuring the two she would be fine on her own, Anya enjoyed a silent nightly walk to her apartment. This was the main reason why she worked at night, when most of the population was in bed asleep. This made the world quiet and peaceful, two things Anya enjoyed the most. The air was a bit brisk but her leather jacket beat the cold around her.
Just two days and her quiet life turned somewhat upside down. Anya put up with it only with the knowledge that once her mother was married, the woman would leave her alone.
It was a brief walk to the bus station then about a minute ride before her apartment building was in her sights. Her apartment was an inviting sight as was her glorious bed. She wanted to plop right into it immediately but reminded herself to down her two pill medication before plopping onto the bedsheets. She stared at the pill bottle on her nightstand, the only lingering visual of her coma years that would remain at her side for probably the rest of her life. Sighing she turned away and closed her eyes, willing herself into her dreams.
Little did she know that her somewhat quiet life…was about to turn itself upside down…
Next Time: Victim