A/N: Okay, this chapter might be a little all over the place, but I did my best.
disclaimer: I don't own Denver Medical Center. Obviously. It's a real hospital.
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Chapter 14: Waking up
When I came too, the first thing I noticed was that I was in a white hospital room.
My leg was in a cast and my head was wrapped with bandages. I felt behind it, and my hand came back with the slightest sign of blood.
The room had several postures of inspirational quotes. All of which I could care less.
As I was checking out the TV in the upper corner of the room, my doctor walked in.
"Ah, you're awake. Great. We thought we'd have to wait several more hours."
I shook my head lightly to clear my vision, which I Instantly regretted as my head throbbed painfully. "U-uh... Where am I?"
He smiled. "Denver medical center."
He felt my forehead. "Alright. You seem to check out."
I raised up a bit. "Wait, the orphanage... Where are the others?"
He frowned. "I'm sorry to say that not many made it out alive. You truly are lucky."
He walked over to the computer in the corner.
I raised my eyebrows. "Then where are we going to go?"
"I can't answer that."
A few minutes went by with the sounds of clicking and typing.
"Okay, I'll check back on you in a couple of hours. How are you feeling?"
"Like I got hit by a bus."
"I'll tell the nurse to give you some pain medication."
He went to leave but I stopped him.
"Wait! I... um... I.. Saw something..."
He raised an eyebrow. "What kind of thing?"
I paused. "A... Man."
"Ah, that'd be the firefighter who saved you."
I shook my head. "No. Another man. With no face... And tendrils coming from his back."
The doctors face fell. He looked concerned. "Just a side effect of hitting your head, I'm afraid. We have some pills that will help."
He left and I was all alone again.
It seemed that was all my life was at this point. I lost my family. My friends. My new home. Everything.
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A few days passed by in a blur.
I spent most of my time downing the red pills the nurse gave me to 'help with my mind' and sleeping.
I didn't like the pills. They made me feel lightheaded and I tended to hallucinate while taking them.
My foot wasn't to badly broken (thank goodness) but it was injured.
After about a week, they took off the cast and got me to move around. At first it was painful, but soon it became tolerable.
I barely felt like myself, and would jump at the slightest of noises, expecting that man to show up again.
Once, I saw what I thought was a silhouette with tendrils outside my window, but when I turned to see it, it was gone.
Other kids were slowly but surely being taken to another orphanage.
On the day I was to be taken, something happened.
I was walking through the second floor corridor when I was grabbed by the back of my hospital gown and pulled into a storage closet.
I went to scream, but a hand covered my mouth.
It took me a few seconds to see straight, but when I saw the person in front of me, I instantly froze.
"Hey." Jane said awkwardly.
"...Hey?" It took several seconds for my mind to register what just happened. Maybe this was just another hallucination?
I looked down at the hand holding onto my shoulder. It sure felt real.
"Are you real?" I asked, reaching out to touch her.
"Yeah, it's me." She smiled lightly.
I felt her mask and it was cold. My hand rested there for a few seconds. Then they started to scratch the mask.
"Hey, what the problem?" She swapped my hand off.
"Hey...? ...Hey?!" I was furious.
She looked alarmed, sinking back away from me, she watched as I paced the floor.
"You LEFT me!"
I could have hit her.
"You ABANDONED me in that orphanage!"
"I tried to find you!" She began. "You'd be surprised how hard it is to find someone in an orphanage."
I punched the pile of hospital gowns on a rack to vent my anger. Jane visibly jumping as I did this.
"Because you couldn't find me, I was marked by a monster that blew up the orphanage!"
Her eyes widened. "W-wait... What?!"
"If you'd have found me, I wouldn't have found that journal!"
"Wait, what monst-?!"
"I wouldn't have been marked! The orphans would STILL BE ALIVE!"
Jane was shaking. "Harold... I'm sorry."
"Sorry?! Oh, it's perfectly fine. All is fine because JANE is SORRY!"
She was visibly trembling.. "Har-"
"Don't you 'Harold' me!" I growled.
"You need to calm down. I'm serious!"
"Why? So you can just pretend that everything is fine?"
She stormed up to me. "No, so you don't get taken by the government!"
I paused. "What?"
Jane started pacing. "I heard some men talking about you. Something about you having seen something?"
"The man..." I mumbled.
"Yeah, whatever. Point is, if we don't get you out of here, they're going to take you to who-knows-where."
I nodded hesitantly. "Riiiight. This isn't over. Your move."
She moved to the door. "We need to get away from here, now."
I raised an eyebrow. "Um... Jane?"
I motioned my hospital gown.
She eyed me up and down. "Oh, uh... We'll find something."
She opened the door, glanced around and then waved to me.
We sneaked down the hallway, turning right to the elevators and stairway.
"We'll take the stairs."
Jane pushed the door open for me and we raced down the flight of steps.
As we approached the following floors door, we heard the sound of men talking.
"Tell him we are here to take him to his new home. He's some pictures to prove to him we're telling the truth. We don't know how stable he is right now, so take precaution."
I panicked and ran back up the stairs.
"Harold!" Jane chased after me.
No no no no no no no! I repeated over and over in my head.
This is NOT happening! I'm not being taken by the MIB!
I wanted to be as far from those men as possible.
As I reached the top step, Jane grabbed my gown. "Hey, be still little man! Now's not the time to panic. We need to think this throu-"
She was interrupted by the sound of shouting.
"WHERE IS HE?!"
"I-I-I don't know, he was r-right here when I left!"
Jane lightly kicked my butt. "That's for running away!" She glanced up the stairs. "Shit, let's head to the roof."
"The roof?! What, are we going to parkour our way down?!"
"Shut up and move!" She said with another kick.
We continued up the stairs as the door to the fourth floor burst open and the government men poured into the stairway.
"There they are!"
I squealed and ran up the stairs two at a time.
They chased us up the remaining five stairs and out, onto the roof.
"Shit shit shit shit SHIIIIT!" I was about ready to pull my hair out.
Jane picked up a loose brick and smashed the doorknob till it snapped off.
"Quick, over here!" She pulled me toward the edge of the roof and toward a pipe leading downward.
"When I said 'parkour our way down', I didn't mean it!"
Jane was already shimmying down.
"What?"
"Oh, never mind!"
I crouched down and started to shimmy down as well.
All was find the first few feet, then my vision started getting blurry.
"U-uh... Jane?" My head was swimming.
"What is it?" She was almost down to the cover platform over the entrance doors.
"I'm not feeling so good..."
She looked up at me. "Don't you pass out on me!"
"I'm not good with heights..." Before I could stop myself, I puked all over the wall.
"Lovely." I heard her say from below.
We shimmied down the rest of the way and landed on the platform.
I started kissing the ground when Jane gave me a disgusted look.
"I said I wasn't good with heights."
She looked around the area. From above we heard the men shouting again.
"Jump!" She was looking toward the parking lot.
"ARE YOU FUCKIN' CRAZY!?"
"No! There's a bush! Jump!" She jumped and I felt my stomach lift to my throat. There was a sound of a soft fump.
A few second later, Jane popped out of the bush. "It's okay! It's a soft landing!"
I closed my eyes. "I'm going to die..."
I slowly stepped to the edge and looked down. It might have been ten feet, but it looked like fifty. My head started swimming again and I felt my feet give. There was a moment of pure terror as I fell and the next thing I knew, I was covered by green hedges.
"Ugh, am I dead yet?"
"Nope, still in hell."
She pulled me out and we raced for an alley behind a Burger King. The sounds of shouting left behind.
We hid behind a large dumpster in the alley, catching our breathes.
"This *huff* is *huff* insane!"
She raised up and looked at the hospital. "I think they lost us."
"They'd better. I can't breath."
She sat back down and gave me a pat on the back.
"Good job, welcome to the fugitive lifestyle."
I looked up at her. " *huff* What?"
"Come on, we need to find some place to sleep. It's gonna be a long night."
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A/N: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I suffered from writers block and lack of a will to write. Hopefully this turned out okay.
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