"Well, Silver," the nurse says twenty minutes later, after I sat down on the styrofoam bed, and explained to her why I was back. "I don't know what could have caused your headache..." she mumbles, as she moves over to a table with a bunch of medical equipment on it. She tooks two pills out of a bottle, before walking over to me, and handing them to me. "These should help your head."
I nod quickly, before popping the pills in my mouth, and swallowing them. "Now, lets look at your wrists, okay?" I nod again, before holding out both of my wrists. She gently grabs my right wrist, and unwraps the gauze from around my wrist. She lets out a small gasp when she sees the status of my wrist, and I flinch away from it. I notice her swallow hard, before unwrapping my other wrist, to see it in the same state.
It doesn't look like there's any skin left on my wrists. There's just muscles, blood, and some signs of infection. It makes me want to puke just looking at it. Whatever skin tissue was left, got ripped off admittedly by my scratching. "Well..." Jennel says, biting her lower lip, and trying not to make a disgusted face, "I don't know what I can do about this..." she sighs. "The only thing I can do is put ointment on it, and wrap it up once again, and check on it regularly..." Jennel mumbles to herself, before walking over to the table, and picking up the ointment, then walking over to me. She uncaps it, before lightly squirting some onto my wrist, then rubbing it in. She repeats the procedure with the other one. Once she's done, she wraps my wrists again.
"Alright, there you go..." she mumbles, patting me on the thigh, "Try not to scratch it...okay?" I nod numbly. "Alright, I suggest you go get some rest in your room. I will send an email to your father to tell him you can't come back to the meeting." she says, with another sigh.
"Alright...thank you," I say, before sliding off of the bed, and leaving. I head down the hallway, take four lefts, and two rights, before coming upon a door with a giant "R" on it, then in cursive underneath in giant silver letters, "Executive Silver". I roll my eyes at the words, before pushing the door open, and walking in. I change quickly from my "uniform", and into an old t-shirt and black sweatpants, before collapsing on the bed with an exhausted sigh.
Father would have had my head if he came into the room and saw that feel asleep on expensive sheets in the clothes I've worn all day. I pull the sheets back, and climb under them, before pulling them back over my body. I let out a small sneeze, before rolling onto my stomach, and folding my arms under the pillow, pressing my right cheek against the cold pillow. I let out a big sigh, before closing my eyes, as my arms start to itch again. I try my best to ignore the sensation, and bite down on the inside of my mouth instead.
I bury my face in the pillow, and try to will myself to sleep. I guess I was more tired than I thought, because in less than a minute, I'm being eclipsed in darkness.
"Honey I'm home!" Ashy says sarcastically as she walks into one of the rooms at the Pokemon Center in Hearthome City. I roll my eyes at that, and shake my head. She can be such a goofball sometimes, I swear. I turn my gaze to the two other figures in the room, and am pleased to see Ashy isn't rooming with any boys.
Good, I think to myself, She doesn't need to have boys around her yet...
As if she can read my thoughts, Ashy sends me a look that says, "I'm eighteen, Silver, I think I can have them around if I want". I roll my eyes that, before I turn and take in the appearance of the two other girls in the room.
One of them looks really young-and when I mean really young, I mean she looks 15. She has bright green hair, and almost as bright blue eyes. She's wearing a green shirt, with a black skirt that goes a little bit before her knees, and green leggings that run down to her boots-which, go up to the middle of her calves. Shecocks her head to one side, and looks very interested in me.
The other one, doesn't look so interested in me. She's got short brown,hair and her blue eyes take in my appearance, and they seem to make a judgement of me, before they look away towards my sister. She's wearing a white shirt that fades to purple at the bottom, that shows off her mid drift. She's wearing a black, long sleeved jacket over it, and she's wearing a purple skirt. She's wearing knee high black boots. "Ashy, who is this?" The girl asks, frowning at my sister.
"Gabi, Feather," Ashy says, nodding to both of them, "This is my brother, Silver. Twin brother, may I add." She says with a grin, before turning to me, "Silver, this is Gabi," she says motioning to the brown haired girl.
Gabi...
Startled, I sit upright abruptly, with a gasp. I set my palms down on the bed, and pant hard. I run a hand through my hair, and realize I'm sweating hard. I grab the bottom of my shirt, and pull it up and over my head, before tossing it towards a corner of the room. I push the comforter off of the bed, and lay down, with only my pajama pants, and the light weight blanket covering my body. I wipe the sweat off my forehead, trying to calm myself.
What was that dream about? And, why was I with Ashy, and those two girls Gabi, and Feather? I shake my head, and take another stuttering breath. My mind must be playing tricks on me. Of course, it is. Ashy is on a mission in Johto somewhere, and Gabi is a threat to Team Rocket, and Feather is just...an illusion.
But why did it feel so real?
I managed to gain a couple more hours of sleep, before someone was banging on my door at seven fifteen A.M. "Get up!" Neptune shouts through my door. "And go down to the room you woke up in yesterday! We got a job for you!"
"Okay!" I shout back tiredly, and rub my eyes. I sit up, and go into the bathroom. I take a quick shower, before changing into a new set of clothes, before walking out of the room, and heading toward the room Neptune told me to go too.
When I walk in I am sent for a whirl. I see Neptune standing in front of a girl that looks exactly like that Gabi girl from my dream-wait, no...that IS the girl from my dream! I freeze momentarily, when her eyes land on me. Her mouth is duct tape shut, and when she realizes who I am, her eyes flare with hope. I don't know why. "Ah," Neptune begins, when he notices where Gabi is looking. "You're here, finally." he says, and sends a grin at Gabi, whose eyes turn from hopeful, to disgust.
I notice the wires are attached to her temples, and avert my eyes to Neptune. "What are you doing?" I ask, as he moves over to the machine.
"Brainwashing her, what do you expect?" he asks, as he begins to do something on the machine. I turn to the girl, and her eyes go wide with fear, and tears fill them. I blink slowly. For some reason, I feel sad for her. I don't understand...
I'm about to tell Neptune to stop, when suddenly he gets a call. He scowls, and picks up his phone, before answering it. "Hello?" pause. "Of course. I will be there in a minute." he hangs up, and turns to me. "I must go. Father needs me. I am leaving you to take care of her," he says, nodding to Gabi, who glares sharply at Neptune. He sends her a "you can kiss my ass, sweetheart", look before turning to her. "I shall be back soon." He then leaves.
I swallow, and turn to Gabi, whose glaring holes through my head. I walk over to her, and raise my right hand towards her head. She turns her head away. "I'm just going to remove the duct tape," I tell her calmly. She turns her head back to me, and studies me for a second, before slowly nodding. I slowly peel off the duct tape, and she lets out a small "ow" once it's completely off.
She glares at me. "What the hell do you want, you traitor?" she asks, in a snarky tone.
"I want answers." I say, as I kneel in front of her.
"What answers?" she asks, the snarkiness slowly disappearing from her voice. "What could I possibly tell you, that could give you an advantage in anything?"
"I want to know why you were in my dream," I say, "And why you were with my sister, and this girl named Feather."
She blinks. "You...don't remember?" I shake my head no. She sighs. "Fine...I'll tell you, but it's going to take a while."
"I got time."