Hospitalized

Darkness. Black hole. Empty space. It surrounded me. I don't know where I am or how I got here. My body is so cold I can barely move. The hair on the back of my neck stands straight up from the shivers running up my spine. Crawling under my skin.

There's a pinch on top of my right hand. Something wrapped tight around my wrist. My hair feels greasy from the lack of washing it. My body is so sore.

THUMP-THUMP!

Ugh. My head. It's throbbing. I can feel the vibrations coming from my heart through my ears. In my throat. God, what did I do to deserve this?

"... to keep her.. st in case.. trauma"

Voices?

"Thank y… good day…"

Where are they coming from? And why can't I hear everything they're saying?

Slowly, I open my eyes to a blinding light. A street lamp? A star? No, it was the sun. My eyes throbbed for a few seconds as my vision sped back and forth from clear to unclear then back to clear. This is so irritating. I hate it when I black out like this.

Once my vision finally cleared up, my breath caught in my throat. Wait, what? I woke up to find myself in what looks to be a hospital room. Mine, from the looks of it. Gray walls. Shiny tile floors. White sheets. Cheap curtains. Yup, definitely a hospital room. One that I wasn't alone in.

There was a boy around maybe the age of 12 to 13. He had grayish blue hair with bangs that almost covered both eyes. Perfect blue orbs, only one was covered by a black eyepatch. Pierced ears. Long eyelashes. You can almost mistake him for a girl only if his hair was longer.

He was sitting in a chair in the corner reading a book. He wore what looked to be a black jacket with the sleeves rolled up a little bit above his wrists, revealing light blue and regular blue stripes underneath as well as the collar around his shoulders. Light gray vest with a white button-up shirt underneath along with a light blue string bow wrapped around his neck. Black shorts that reached his knees. And brown heeled shoes, I'm guessing for his short stature, with black socks held up by a clasp wrapped around his leg above it.

He also had black gloves and wore a ring on each hand. One golden ring with a crest on it placed on his right middle finger. The other was silver with a beautiful blue gem in the center held on his left thumb.

The boy was sitting in the chair with his left leg crossed over his right thigh with his right hand supporting his cheek. For some reason, he looked bored. Wait, I shouldn't be worried about his needs! I should be questioning whatever the fuck he's wearing!

DRIP

Something wet dropped on my face, causing me to come out of my train of thought. Glancing up from confusion, I looked to see a man hovering over my form with a cold wet cloth.

He wore what appeared to be a butler's uniform. Black tailcoat. Long black pants with matching gray socks and shiny black, leather dress shoes. Gray vest. White button up shirt. And a black tie that tucked inside his vest. Interesting, you'd think butlers were much older than him. I mean he looked as if he was in his early to mid twenties.

His face was-hmm how should I put it? It was almost as if he had been made to mimic angels. Long eyelashes. Thin eyebrows with a perfect arch. Nice long nose. Thick, plush lips. His skin looked ghostly white yet smooth to the touch. Black as night hair with bangs that curved and arched along the side of his face. And his eyes. Oh god, his eyes. They weren't exactly red but they weren't exactly brown either. There was a lot of red but with hints of brown and deep sunset orange around the pupil. The colors blended perfectly.

"Not to be rude, miss but.. If you're pretending to be asleep, then you're not doing very well."

"Huh?"

The sound of a deep yet smooth male voice caught me off guard. Blinking a few times, I found myself only a few inches away from the now grinning butler's face. His eyes stared into mine, or through mine. I felt as if he could see right through me. All the way down into my soul.

Blood rushed to my face as my eyes grew wider and wider. My voice hitched in the back of my throat, only allowing me to mumble little sounds a baby would make. I didn't know what to do. This guy was only inches away from kissing me that it made me stutter! And I never stutter!
Wait, he's moving in! Too close. Too close!

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, PERVERT?!"

Finally, I was able to say, or in this case yell, something. However, in the process, I became so spastic that I uppercutted him while in the process of trying to get this dude away from my face.

BANG!

With slight rumbling, the man I had punched landed in the wall, causing it to crack slightly and make a dent. He looked almost stunned. By now, the commotion had caught the boy's attention and made him put his book down.

Panting with a red face, I looked at the raven head with shock and relief. I can't believe I almost punched him out of the building through the wall. Well, I'm not shocked but that would've been one hell of an explanation. (No pun intended)

The boy looked from me to his butler a few times, as trying to figure out what happened, before grinning and clapping his hands. Huh? Why is he clapping?

"Impressive. Not just anyone can stun Sebastian like that. You have my compliments."

Sebastian? That must be his butler's name. But I still have no idea what he's talking about.

Sebastian pulled himself out of the wall and brushed off the dust and rubble from his coat. He looked like he was unphased by that punch. What? Anyone who would've gotten hit by that would've dropped to floor and looked at me like I was crazy.

The boy's footsteps made me turn my focus back on him. He now stood on the side of my bed with a childlike grin planted on his face. With the little bit of confidence I had, I spoke what's been on my mind since the beginning.

"What am I doing here? And who are you?"

With a sigh, he answered.

"Don't you think it's a bit rude to ask something like that before we even introduce ourselves?"

Taken back, I blink a few times out of utter confusion. Why can't he just answer the goddamn question? It's that simple. Sigh. What a brat. But I'll go along.

"Sigh. Jodie Anderson. What's your name, shorty?"

I could tell I hit a nerve when I saw his eyebrow twitch just slightly and his grin fall. Yeah, I don't care who you are, I will try to hit you where it hurts until I get what I want. Well, at least Sebastian enjoyed my comment because he was in the background, trying to keep his laugh in with his hand covering his mouth.

"Please, refrain from giving me nicknames."

He puts his grin back on.

"I'm Ciel Phantomhive. Earl of the Phantomhive Family and owner of the Funtom Company. It's a pleasure."

With that, he stretched out his hand towards me and held it there. Hesitantly, I took his hand and shook it. Something about this kid feels off. Like his personality was split in two. Like he was… Two faced.

"You can let go of my hand now."

"Oh."

I let go of his hand.

"Now to answer your question, you're here because you had collapsed after pulling your friend off me. I had you checked in here and the doctors said that you will be fine."

I sighed with relief.

"But.."

Huh?

"They said they'll have to have you stay the night just in case so they can make sure you don't have any head trauma."

God damnit! I hate hospitals and their stupid doctors! They say you're fine but want to keep you overnight just in case something happens! If you're fine, then you're fine! Don't say all that 'overnight' crap, it only makes the patient more anxious than they already are!

I slump over with a groan. I. Hate. My life. That's when a thought occurred to me. I haven't seen the girls since before I blacked out!

Shooting up in a panic, I gave Ciel a look of worry.

"Where the hell are Scarlett and Zoe?! What did you do to them?!"

"Calm down, please. Your friends are fine. I had Sebastian check them into a hotel across the street for the night. You'll be able to see them tomorrow."

I sigh with relief. They're alright. Thank goodness. Actually, I'm surprised he hasn't asked me why the three of us were wearing such unfamiliar and revealing clothing. I guess since I passed out, they had no time to worry about our attire.

Suddenly, a small hand was placed upon my shoulder. Confused, I blinked as I looked at it then looked up at the person the hand belonged to. Ciel. He looked at me with seriousness, leaned closer a bit, and asked me a question that I thought I'd never hear from someone I just met.

"Do you have a place to stay?"

I blinked in utter shock. What? Why would he ask me that?

Well, since we came here from a different time period, I suppose it only makes sense. Sigh. There's no point in hiding it from someone as observant as him.

Looking to the side, I answered with a lower volume 'No'

Ciel and Sebastian looked at each other and noded. Some people don't need to exchange words to have a conversation. They can tell what the other is thinking just by looking at them. Pretty cool. Scarlett, Zoe, and I do that all the time.

Looking back at me, Ciel asked yet again another shocking question.

"Would you like to come live with me at my Manor?"

My eyes widen again. What is with this kid? Does he know how strange this is coming from someone you just met?

"Umm I.. uh.." I stuttered

"Sleep on it. I want a straight answer first thing when I come back in the morning. Sebastian, we're leaving."

Sebastian bows and collects Ciel's black coat and top hat.

"Wait, you're-you're coming back?"

He wrapped it around the boy with grace and gave him his black top hot that possessed a light blue bow. Grabbing his own black coat, he smiled at me and bowed. Ciel gave me one last look with his left hand on his hat.

"Someone has to take you home."

This took me back for a moment. Stretching my hand out towards him while stuttering.

"Wh-Wait.. I-I nev-I mean.. Don't-!"

"I wish you a pleasant night of sleep, Miss. Anderson. I shall see you tomorrow."

The door slams shut.

SILENCE

"WHAT?!"

~~~
10:34 p.m.

Well, today has been interesting. I was transported into the 19th century, hospitalized due to collapsing, and finally I was lectured by a 13 year-old who thinks he's all high and mighty. Not to mention, I almost got kissed by a hot-ahem perverted jackass.

Whatever. I laid in the bed, looking blankly at the ceiling. I don't understand. Why did this happen? And why now?

That man's eyes were beautiful. But they belonged to someone that I don't want to get along with. He reminded me of someone that I used to love very dearly.

I shook my head. No. I'm not gonna think about it. It'll only make me feel worse than the rumbling in my stomach and the ache in my heart. My heart can't take anymore attachment. It'll only make me feel more guilt than I already am.

Shaking my head, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. By the time I did, there was only one thing I could see. Those piercing red eyes and that boy's mischievous childlike grin. What a pair.

To be continued...