Okay! Chapter 3 is up!
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I don't know when my doctor left or when the beeping stopped, all I know is things were not making sense. My memories told me one thing, but common sense and the very concept of reality told me another. My heart wanted to believe what I supposedly had seen, but my head just didn't want to.
I fainted. That much I can grasp. I mean I had been out in the middle of the dessert with absolutely no shade or water for who knows how long. I probably suffered heat stroke or heat exhaustion. The whole waking up in the Transformers world, just didn't click. It just couldn't happen! It wasn't possible, no matter how many fan fictions I had read that made it seem far too plausible. Something must have shown on my face cause next thing I knew the doctor was suddenly there, placing a hand on my shoulder. When had he returned?
"Child, what is it?" I didn't want to answer that question. I shook my head and thought back to when I first realized something was off. Back to when, as much as I hate to say it, Starscream and Rumble staring down at me. What had they said again? Something about a trial run and conjuring up me...and a machine? Had it all been real?
"Maple! Why does nothing make sense!?" I grumbled and leaned back into my pillows more, hoping that they would swallow me up. I could already feel the tears gathering in my eyes. Stupid Aspie! I really didn't need to be melting down right now. Not when there were just too many variables.
"Maybe if you clued me in, I could help." I looked up at him. He was slightly blurry as I tried to blink back the tears. Though I could clearly see irritation etched on his face.
"I don't know how to put it so it will sound believable." I whispered.
"Then why don't we just forget believable and you just tell me. I will decide for myself if it is believable or not." He said, sitting down on the edge of my bed. I closed my eyes and tried to reign in my emotions. I had to. I didn't want to cry in front of a stranger again. Especially not when I still didn't know where I was.
"Okay." I said quietly. Maybe it would be easier if I just pretended I was talking to myself. Like when I was trying to study before a test. I didn't open my eyes as I began. "I left my apartment this morning to go to Walmart. I made it there, got what I needed and was a good ways back when my phone buzzed." I took a calming breath as I heard my voice shake." I had gotten a text message. I stopped walking and reached for the pocket on my bag where I kept it, but ended up with a face full of sand. I closed my eyes to try and keep the sand from getting into them. It was suddenly very windy, then really hot. I herd a voice saying something about 'conjuring up a human femme.' I guess it was talking about me. Then another voice saying 'shut up Rumble.' Then I looked." I took another breath and started to fiddle with the sheets to try and calm myself. "I shouldn't have looked." I could feel a few tears escaping and what hold I had on my emotions beginning to unravel.
"Take your time. There is no rush." I felt a hand rub my cheek, causing me to flinch slightly in surprise and open my eyes. He didn't falter though. He continued to wipe my tears away. "No one is going to hurt you, child. Relax." He said as my breath hitched lightly from crying. I only managed to nod, not trusting my voice just yet.
We stayed like that for several minutes as I tried to calm down. Eventually, I managed to regain some semblance of control. He took his hand away from me but I reached up and grabbed it before it could return to his lap. Shyly, I looked up at him, scared he might be upset at my silent request. I needed the assurance that this was real. He seemed shocked at first, but a small, comforting smile spread across his face. A nod and a squeeze of my hand let me know that it was okay. I smiled back at him. It was probably small and watery, but I didn't care. I had a hold on reality and I wasn't about to let go. At least, not at the moment.
I took a deep breath and continued, looking down at the larger hand holding mine. "The second speaker said something that made the other one mad. The first guy said something about a trial being successful and that they should had back to base because the some energy signal would be detected?" It sounded more like a question then a retelling of something that had happened." His hand squeezed mine again reassuringly. I smiled and continued, still not sure if I was getting everything right. I had been kinda in shock. "The smaller one seemed worried about leaving me, but the other one just said that I wouldn't be believed so it would be fine. I just kinda sat down after they left. I really didn't know what had happened or if it was all real."
I looked up at him from under my bangs. I mean, how I did I end up where ever I was from southwestern PA?" I could see that something was troubling him. I didn't blame him though. Hearing it out loud made it sound crazier then when it was in my head. I think I'm starting to understand why no one was going to believe me.
"You're holding something back." I jumped slightly and looked back at my lap. How did? My mind was suddenly going a hundred miles a minute. Of course I was. I wasn't about to make me seem like an even crazier person! I mean tell this guy that to me Transformers, Decepticons and Autobots were all just comics and cartoons? Sure why not? My 'doctor' could use a good laugh.
"Child." He pulled his hand free of mine and pulled my chin up so our eyes met. "I cannot help you if you do not tell me everything." I could see he was being sincere. I could just feel it. I could also feel the tears returning.
"It'll just make me seem nuts." I said, my voice wavering as it normally did when I was close to breaking. Despite all the jokes with my friends, I didn't want to be placed in an Asylum.
"Let me be the judge of that." He released my chin, letting me once more look at my lap. Sure why not. Probably didn't have much more to lose anyway.
"I don't know if all of this is real or if I'm dreaming." I said, barely above a whisper.
"Explain." He said gently.
"Those were Decepticons." It wasn't a question. "Last I knew, Decepticons they were just part of a comic book and cartoon series." There I said it. Go ahead send me away to the nut house!
"What about the Autobots? Are they also apart of this comic book and cartoon series?" I sat quietly, a bit shocked by the question, but nodded my head anyway.
Once more we both sat in silence. I waited for the outburst, the declaration that I was crazy and would be sent away first chance. But nothing came. I hazarded a glance at my doctor. He seemed to be deep in thought.
I just sat in silence wondering how long would he focus on the floor before calling me crazy. I was scared. This whole situation had me feeling particularly uncomfortable. Instead of letting my mind come up with really bad thoughts as I was prone to, I studied the room I was in. I needed something to do. It was a relatively simple room, more functional then homey. The walls were an off white color, while the ceiling was a light gray. The floor was some sort of tile, with gray and deep blue blotches giving the appearance that they were gray/blue stars in a bright white sky. The bed I was in was a simple hospital bed with an oversized footrest and drop down sides. The pillows were comfortable enough and from what I could tell they, along the sheets and bed frame, fell into the same color scheme as the room and most hospitals: White.
I was staring at the tile looking for designs or patterns to pass the time when I felt his weight lift off of the bed and heard feet shuffling. I looked up and saw the doctor leaving, closing the previously open door behind him. I was about to ask him what was going on, but he was out of the room and the door was shut before I could say a thing.
"Well that wasn't weird or anything." I muttered to myself as I shook my head and lied down on my bed. I got comfortable and went back to staring at the tile. As far as I could tell, none of my stuff had made it into the room 'cept for the clothes I was wearing. That ruled out listening to my mp3 player or playing games on my tablet. I was gonna be left to my own devices for awhile. Something told me a long while. Great, just what I needed. To be left alone at the mercy of my mind.