When Eridan opened his eyes again, he sees a silver colored tile ceiling above him. As he moves his emerald green eyes around the room, he notices that everything around the room was silver or had a hint of silver color to it. The room is filled with medical supplies scattered in an organized way around the room. He soon realizes that he is the only one within this silver room. A black tv stands on the opposite side of the room, seeming to taunt him with how far it is. Burgundy chairs line a wall farthest from him, as if someone is supposed to sit in them. All of this stuff makes him believe that he is in a hospital, in a hospital room, in a hospital bed, in hospital clothes, and it all makes him sick to his stomach.
Eridan pushes himself up to a sitting position, a dull pain growing in his right shoulder. He looks over to his shoulder, recalling the events of getting shot at by Damara Megido. Questions begin to form in his mind as to why Damara, Vriska Serket, and Meenah Peixes were doing in his house. He ponders these questions for a bit, coming up with no reasonable conclusion as to why the three females were there.
He looks over to the tv, wondering if he could watch something. For ten excruciating long minutes, Eridan couldn't find a remote. Annoyance prevented him from looking more, and he leans against the mounds of pillows given to him. Gazing at the wall seemed to be the most important thing at the moment for him, and that's exactly what he did.
After what seemed like forever, the door leading inside opens wide. Eridan looks over to see a hardly familiar figure walking in. It's his tall, lean father of dickiness. It has been years since he last saw his father, much less this close to him.
"The last time we were in a hospital was when your mother died," his father pulls up one of the burgundy chairs to sit next to the snow white bed that Eridan is metaphorically trapped on. He was about to say a snarky response when a certain greaser runs in. His brother hugs him, annoying the hipster a bit.
"Eri, are you all right?" asks his brother, his thin German accent noticeable in his deep, a really deep voice.
"I'm fine, Cro," says Eridan, glad that at least his brother cares for him.
"Cronus, stop hugging your brother," their father says, obviously annoyed with physical contact between his two sons. The greaser pulls away from his hipster brother, slightly glaring at his father. "Don't give me that look, young man," agitation is in the father's voice.
"I can do vwhat I vwant," Cronus snaps at the older male, not in the mood to deal with a father who is never home.
"Don't talk to me like that, I'm your father!" his voice raises a bit in anger.
"You havwe no authority ovwer me!" the younger one raises his voice to match his father's.
"Of course I do, you're my child!" the father stands up, showing that he is taller than Cronus.
"I'm 19! You don't have authority ovwer me!" Cronus stands in front of Eridan, extremely outraged at their father. The father was about to say something when a male nurse walks.
"There's no shouting! If there is a conflict, one of you must leave," the nurse says, looking completely serious. The father glares are his oldest before leaving them alone.
I feel really proud of this chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Eridan's father is actually Dualscar, and I kind of see him like a dick to everyone, so I'll be portraying that within this story. Also, I'll be adding a lot more violence and I plan to bring in Damara more. Just giving you a warning for the future of this story.
