Hi, it's Littleswiss again! I'm here to present chapter 4 of The Soulless. From what I read, you people seemed to appreciate this story. I warned you though, not a lot happened during this chapter. Now the review:

LiveandSound: Thank you for you reviews! Sorry for the little error in the first chapter, I didn't see it. Your second review intrigued me, if you may, could please tell me how I should improve it to make it a real fanfiction? Thank you. Hope that you will like this chapter.

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Well, he didn't expect it to turn out like that. When he heard that name coming out of the boy's mouth, his brain just stopped working and froze like a computer. All you could see was the blue screen of death with the word error colored white. He was still as a statue when the nurse found him. He was mouth agape and eyes wide opened. At first when she saw him she shook her hand in front of his face and received no response from him. Then she took a small flashlight into his iris to see if they contracted. They did but that was the only reaction she got from him and so decided to call for a doctor when she brought David back into room. The doctor arrived and started to examine him. The nurse, while he was doing that, was fidgeting with her hands. When he finished, the nurse asked him:

"What is it doctor?" She asked with some worry in her voice.

"Oh nothing. He's just in a state of shock." Answered the doctor.

"Of what?"

"I honestly don't know. Just leave him alone and he should be back on remnant. Just carry on doing your duties." He said to the nurse before leaving the room. The nurse looked at the statue that was David before leaving the room too. Meanwhile David was still trying to process what he had heard. He stayed still as a statue for a few minutes until his nostril smelled food while his ears heard the sound of an object with wheels being pushed and also the sound of feet hitting the floor. This made his brain rebooted and he looked at the door while his stomach was rumbling. What he smelled was chicken with vegetable and potatoes. The door opened with a hiss and a nurse with a plate that was covered entered his room. When he saw (the nurse) David was looking at the plate he chuckled a little.

"Hungry?" His answer was the rumbling of David's stomach. The male nurse took the table and put it in front of David and lay the plate on it. He uncovered it. David eyed the full plate with a hungry look. You know the kind of look a predator look at its future victim. He took the fork and knife and was going to start eating right now when he suddenly looked up and stare at the door. The nurse was still there and saw this. He raised an eyebrow at that and was going to go on his way when the door opened and a doctor, the same as before, entered. He went directly near the bed and start talking to David.

"Hello mister… David Wilhelm. I'm doctor Schwartz." he presented himself while he gave David a handshake. Meanwhile the nurse, just before he exited the room, threw one last look at David. To be more precise a look that was mix of curiosity, disbelief, a little bit of fear and all wrapped in cautious.

"Oh I see that you were going to eat. I'm sorry but I need you to answer some question for me. It will not take long." He politely said to the paraplegic man. David grumbled a little at the fact he couldn't eat right away, nonetheless he nodded at Doctor Schwartz. Seeing as David was going to answer his question, he took out a notepad and a pen before starting the questioning.

"So first, what is your name?" The look that David gave clearly said Are you serious. But he still answered.

"David Wilhelm."

"How old are you." Asked the doctor. David just thought a little. If really five years have just passed like that (he still had trouble to accept that), that meant that he was roughly 24.

"24."

"Okay. Next question. What years are we in?" The answer to this question was completely unknown to him. The show didn't presented a system and even if they have, he would still know because he was several years before the show even started. But now it wasn't a show anymore, it was reality; he had past experiences that prove that.

"I don't know" he honestly answered. The doctor looked at him wit a raised eyebrow and noted something on the paper he had with him. He muttered something that a normal folk wouldn't have heard, but David wasn't normal anymore, and he heard as if the doctor was speaking normally.

"Not good. Well now the third question. Do you know where you are?" Again, he haven't a clue. That was understandable, he just woke up recently from his very deep sleep.

"No."

"Understandable. You are currently in the Green hospital of Vale, in the kingdom of the same name." Said the doctor while he wrote in the notebook.

"Well, now that's its taken care of, I will let you eat. Thank you for your cooperation." When the doctor turned around, David tried to take a peek at what was on the notebook. He could see what was on it, but he couldn't understand a thing, stupid doctor writing. Well now that this questioning was taken care of, he could eat at last. While he was in the middle of chewing the chicken, he heard through the door the doctor speak to someone.

"Ah Gwen hello." He greeted the person, probably a colleague or someone that he knew well.

"Hi Victor. So what are the early results of the questioning?" She asked him. Of course, they didn't knew that the person they were currently talking about could heard them as clear as if they were just in front of him, even if there was a closed door between.

"Not good. He doesn't know what year is and at first he didn't know where he was. But that's understandable, he was in a coma for years and he was found outside of the city. The only problem is that we only got his name, no ID or other paper when he was brought here." Said Doctor Schwarz.

"Yeah I know, I was the one who received him and operated him. You forgot also that we found an envelop with money in it and the blank letter."

"I would say that he is the sole survivor of a nomad group. That would explain the lack of ID and the money." His colleague added:

"Maybe, but what about the fact he doesn't know the year? We all know that the nomad groups, the one who survived long enough, venture into Vale or other fortified places, to do commerce and exchange if they want to survive and have to keep some sort of calender to know when the festival or other major events are held." Stated Gwen.

"Okay. But we still have to treat him. His muscle mass had decreased significantly over the course of those years as well as his weight." At that, David looked at himself and effectively, he had lost a lot of weight. He always was a person that was more on the lean side but still in the healthy limit. He looked at his right where he looked at his projection. His cheeks were hollow and his eyes too. This gave him a lot more of motivation to eat his food faster than before. He still was listening to the conversation that took place outside of his room.

"It have been already taken care of. His next meals will be extra calories. We also had a physiotherapist that will attend to him. Oh and before you leave I'm sure I'm not the only one that noticed, but this patient have no aura at all. He even lack a dormant one." The last part was said in a more quiet tone than the rest of the sentence. Her male counterpart seemed a little reluctant to talk about that in the open of the corridor.

"Shh not now. All of the staff is completely taken aback by that. Even if it has been five years, no one can believe it. But we must not discuss about it out in the open." Quickly shushed her male colleague. After that, David heard them walking away. The thought that people have noticed his lack of aura, due of course by his lack of a soul, worried him a little. He swallowed the food he had been masticated while he was listening and use his fork to find another part of chicken or potato but instead he was met with the sound clank. He looked down and saw that his plate was completely clean, nothing was left, not even the sauce. His stomach was nowhere satisfied and started to complain by making a strike that resulted in gurgles and other sounds that a stomach can produce. Well at least his appetite was still the same. That was a funny thing. As stated before, David was more on the very lean side of the weight spectrum and he could eat a lot of food and didn't gain weight. Some will say that he was blessed but if he met these person, he would, by an hour long speech, explain why it wasn't a blessing, but a curse. If he didn't eat for reasons, he could lost a lot of weight in short time. Sure, he pissed off friend about that just for the fun, but it was not with bad thought. It was like you insult your best friend and they know that you didn't mean anything and after you finished your insult you both burst out of laughing.

Well all those thoughts didn't change the fact that he was still hungry, so he pressed the button to call the nurse. He waited a few minutes and then his ears peaked up at the sounds of feet outside, in the corridor. He waited a little then the door opened with its known hiss. This time it was a male nurse that responded to the call.

"You called?" He asked David. To answer, David simply pointed at his clean and empty plate.

"I'm still hungry so I wonder if its possible to have something else." He tried to be as polite as possible, because he knew by experience that if you had the medical staff on the good side, you could have some extra, like food. (He worked as an apprentice nurse for a little while when he was still on earth). However, this smile and politeness didn't work and instead made the nurse unease. Either he wasn't used to such politeness or that David was the one who put him on edge.

"I'm sorry but the meal are normally noted the day before. This one was outside of the program. I can't do anything about it." He said in an apologetic voice. Bummer. Well too bad. But he had someone else that could help him.

"If that's all, I will leave." Said the nurse before leaving the room through the door. Well now that he was alone…

"Carmilla."

"Yes?" She appeared next to his bed in a burst of flames, like always. Do demons always have to appear in a burst flames? Was it a standard? He shook those thoughts off before getting to why he had summoned her.

"Do you still have one of your sandwiches?" It's only after he said that he realized how stupid it seemed. He had a demonic servant that could probably brought death and destruction on the world and he, a 24 years old paraplegic, summoned her to have a sandwich. She looked at him and he looked at her. He didn't know how much time had passed but it felt like an eternity. Finally their little improvised staring contest was broke by the demon in question.

"Of course. I will make one." She disappeared in the habitual burst of flames and that was gently pissing him off. The reason? Well each time that happened he couldn't help but have the reflex of getting as far as possible from the sudden burst. And now that he had received his "gifts", this caused him a slight auditive pain and also hurt his eyes. Maybe he should see if it is possible to change that to a more harmless apparition. He hoped it wasn't considered a sacrilege to Carmilla. Well speaking of which...

"I'm back David." She told him while presenting him a sandwich. A turkey one with cheese, a sauce he couldn't identify and of course lettuce. But that was really difficult to say because the smell of sulfur was really strong. Oh yeah, there was also the smell that caused problem.

"Thanks. Oh I do not want you to take it bad but the way you appear… cause some discomforts for my senses." Of course this was said with the utmost carefulness. He eyed her to see if he could decipher some sort of emotion on her red-skinned face but found none. Either she didn't mind the sudden statement or she decided to not show any emotion by one of the most impressive poker face he had ever seen. Just before she could say something he added quickly.

"Of course I wouldn't mind if it's some sort of old tradition to appear with flames that is considered sacred." Well the word sacred and demon are not really compatible but yeah, the meaning was understood.

"Oh really? Well I could change it if you would be more harmless. Like this for example." As soon as she said that, she instantly disappeared without a sound. One instant she was there and the other she was not. He looked around to see if she reappeared somewhere else in the room. He looked left then right, then again left and on the second time he looked right, she popped there and he almost had a heart attack.

"Is this suitable?" She asked him. Well he thought that was a lot better compared to the assault on his senses that was the burst of flames, even if it scared him a lot more.

"Hm yes, yes it is." He told her with a little forced chuckled.

"If that's all, I will take my leave." She said. He blinked and she wasn't here anymore. Well at least he had a sandwich that would sustain him a little more and without any hesitation he bite into it. His lingual papilla were met with, if he could say it, divinity that took the form of a sandwich. He thought about when she told him that he was the first person to compliment her, on her sandwiches to be precise, well hell had some really strange taste and culture if they found this disguting. That was strange because when he had his interview the place seemed pretty normal for him. But then there was this expression: "Do not judge a book by its cover".

He tried to take a bite but teeth met teeth. He was surprised by that and looked at his hand. The only thing they grasped was the paper the sandwich had come with. Well at least his stomach, as a calming volcano, wasn't demanding another sacrifice. He rolled the paper in a little ball before throwing it into the nearby trash bin. And now he was doing nothing. After 5 minutes at looking mostly the wall, sometimes the window and rarely the door, he realized that he was still wearing the hospital gown. And as he could feel it, he was stark naked under it. He didn't want to just wear that, He wanted his clothes back and that gave another reason to call the medical staff. And that was what he did.

He heard the nurse way before she/he even entered and strangely, his nostril smelled a … rabbit? She entered and was met with the sight of David looking at her, as if he was waiting for her (which he totally did, he had called her after all.) She was a faunus, the first he had ever saw. Of course his staring at her floppy rabbit ears didn't' go unoticed,^.

"Hi. Is it possible for to change from that?" He said pointing at his gown, trying to change the subject and attention. He didn't received an answer and instead the nurse walked towards the beds and start reading the file that was linked to it. She hummed and nodded before answering his question.

"Hm… yes, from what I read and heard, I think you can change into your own clothes." She was going to leave when David interrupted her by asking of the whereabouts of his back pack.

"By any chance, do you know where is my stuff? It's a red backpack. Normally it should have been found with me from what I have heard."

"Oh really? Well I will see where it is." She said to him before leaving him. He waited a little while and to distract himself from thinking about his predicament, he started looking at his room more closely than before (Of course not literally, he couldn't move). At his right was a little table was the mirror he used to look at his face before. And it was only now that he noticed there was also a little vase with flower in it. Beside that, there wasn't really much inside the room. Only a very simple painting was hanged on the wall.

Then David heard footsteps outside and hope it was the nurse with his belongings and it was, if he judge by the smell. And it was. The door opened with its familiar hiss and he was met with the sight of the nurse with his bag in hand and… something he really didn't want to acknowledge.

"No." He looked at her in the eyes when he this word left his mouth. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Then she understood what he meant. She looked at the item that caused David to raise his objection.

"Yes, you are going to wear them. With your condition, there is very little to no chance that you still have control of your bladder."

"No way!" He insisted by crossing his arms, forming a x.

"Do you prefer to not wear them and run the risk of urinate on yourself at any moment or do you prefer to be safe. And if by miracle you still have control, you wouldn't have to wear them anymore." He was trying to find an argument. He thought and thought hard but it was checkmate at the moment she took them. The nurse knew exactly how to convince reluctant patient. All of that thanks to years of experience.

Defeated, he accepted with reluctance. The nurse smiled at that and started digging inside his bag and took out some gray pants, a white shirt and a pullover. She also took one adult brief form the packet. Of course his clothes had been cleaned, he could smell it with the scent of chamomile. She approached him and started to undress him. He was not at ease, at all and it didn't went unnoticed.

"Do you prefer a male nurse helping you?"

"No. it's okay. It's just, I'm not used to being helped." She looked at him before telling him:

"It's quite normal." Now he had his shirt on and he took the pullover and put it on himself. Well, now that he wasn't naked anymore, he realized that he had been here for more than five years, and that must had cost a lot of money. Did he had to paid the large bill after he got out? Or was it someone else paying for him? There was only one way to find out.

"I got a question. Is someone is paying for my hospitalization?" From the look he received from the nurse, she didn't know.

"I will see that with my superiors." She took the box, where they were situated and put them in one of the closet before leaving, saying she would come back to answer his question. The door closed, leaving him alone in the room. He turned around and used his wheelchair to move in front of the large window. He looked at the scenery for a while until he heard the noise of little footsteps running and stopping at the front of his door, accomplished a little later by more heavy footsteps. He turned around at the same time the door opened. What he saw was a bald blur as young Ozpin stopped in front of him. Behind him was a smiling woman, his mother.

"Sorry to disturb you, but he was so ecstatic to talk to you again. I don't know what you told him on the balcony, but he wouldn't just stop talking about all the things he learned, even if he didn't understand all of it." That statement made David raised an eyebrow, an eyebrow that meant oh really?

"How did you find my room?" The question was just asked when the answer fell on him like an apple on the head of a certain scientist.

"I just asked." Was the short answer. The hidden duh was understood.

"Right. But why did you come?" Of course the bald child hadn't listen. The attention span of children of this age proved to be not very long, even if they happened to be a future respected headmaster. And so, Ozpin decided to search everything in the room. David saw to his horror that he was going to open the closet where they were and reached out with his hand in desperation.

"No don't!" It was opened and everything was still and silent for a moment before the child burst out of laughing, the box in his hand. His mother was gently giggling with her hand in front of his mouth and David was cursing the name of all the divinity he knew, from the work of Lovecraft to the gods of Greece mythology.

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And done. So what did you think about this chapter? Please leave a review and if you want, follow/favorite this story. Thank you. Not a lot of things happened during this chapter. But I might have an idea of what's going to happened next. It might have some timeskip.

Thank you for reading,

Littleswiss.