Chapter Four
We walked into a room full of mirrors. The mirror we had just walked out of rippled slightly, like a pebble plinking into water. The man in the white suit smiled at me and held up five fingers. Then four fingers. Three fingers. Two. One. All at once the mirror we walked through shattered into tiny pieces with a muffled boom.
"What just happened?" I asked in a bewildered manner
"Oh, wasn't it obvious? I blew up your apartment." The white suited man replied
"WHAT!?" I yelled
"Yeah, there was a very dangerous man in there so I blew him up along with your apartment."
"Why didn't you just shoot him, or stab him or even hit him over the head with a chair?"
The white suited man stood there for a moment opening his mouth to say something only to promptly close it again. He finally gave up on that and decided to change the subject. "Where are my manners I haven't introduced myself, my name is Leopold Sunjoy, a time wizard. And," not allowing me to speak "we have important business to get to and we mustn't dally." He promptly began to push us through another mirror.
We arrived in a white room with white wallpaper, white tiles on the floor and ceiling, white doors and white frames around white pictures and mirrors. It was almost painful to look at. Not a speck of dust existed anywhere within the room. It was sterile. The doors burst open and a nurse and a doctor rushed into the room with a chair and what looked to be a very complicated first aid kit. The nurse was a burly looking man who with two great hands grabbed me by the shoulders and sat me down in the chair. I panicked flashing back to the last lab I'd been in. Adam must have felt my panic and forced tiny spikes to shoot up all over me like a hedgehog. The nurse stood strong looking into my eyes with a fierce calm, forcing me to relax. The tiny spines receded. The doctor opened up the kit on the floor causing a table covered in surgical supplies to jump out of it. She then proceeded to pour alcohol onto my shoulder. I yelped. The alcohol burned my wound. My armor dissipated and Adam stood before me watching the duo work. The nurse looked at me, clearly thinking about something. He tore off my shirt and horror covered his face as he looked at my chest wound. I looked down. The wound had taken on a green and purple hue. The nurse turned away and grabbed a bucket from the kit on the floor and began violently throwing up. I looked to see the doctor's expression but she was already fast at work cutting away the stitches and pouring alcohol into my chest wound. Her eyes briefly flicked to the nurse and a small grin appeared at the corners of her mouth.
"Amateur." she chuckled to herself as she began to properly treated my wounds
Adam watched on, amazed, while Leopold did his best not to look at any of it. The doctor cut away the infected tissue while spraying some kind of mist on my wounds. I was about to ask what she was doing when a searing hot pain cut its way across my skin. I looked and saw my flesh mending itself back together. New scars appeared over where my wounds use to be. The doctor picked up the nurse, folded the kit back up and left the room leaving almost no trace that they were ever there.
