There were many things in life that I hated deeply, broccoli, Emma, and hospitals among other things. After Mom's car crash I remembered the pristine white hallways of Brockton's General Hospital, and asking Dad why Mom would be in such a depressing place. She died the day after from her injuries. The smell of bleach and death was not an easy one to get rid of, the same could be said for memories.

I groaned softly as I felt my eyes flutter open slowly. Wherever I was, it was silent with the exception of whatever machines they had me hooked up to. Once my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I slowly tried to sit up. My lips felt dry, and I felt a sharp pang in my stomach whenever I moved, and more from my hands as I used them to help balance.

"Mmmm." My eyes turned downward, revealing hands that were wrapped in bandages, and the only clothes I wore was the hospital gown. When did I get here? I touched my forehead softly. I didn't remember anyone coming to my rescue. Did the janitor find me?

My hands fell to my side as I took several deep breaths. This was so confusing, and what was with that dream? It felt so real, despite everything passing through me as if I wasn't there. Yeah, that was definitely medicine or whatever drugs they shot in me. Groaning softly as I rubbed my head, I heard the door slide open, and the sound of light footsteps.

"Oh good you're awake. I'll go get the Doctor." Some nurse whose face was too blurry to see said. She closed the door soon after, leaving me alone to my thoughts once more.

Turning to the nightstand that was next to my bed with squinting eyes, it seems I finally achieved everything my luck could bring me. Sliding them on without too much difficulty, my eyes finally readjusted to the room around me.

This wasn't a normal hospital room, with a fancy portrait hanging off to the left side, with an expensive couch in the middle. The room was easily two times the size of a normal one, looking more like a hotel than a hospital honestly.

"Ah shit." I muttered under my breath, leaning back on the hospital bed. How were we going to be able to afford this? Going to the doctor was already expensive, but a luxury hospital suite was just insane. Dad must've been in so much debt for this.

At least the doctor came in before I started crying.

After a rather thorough examination by the doctor, the nurse from earlier, or I assume so since her voice sounded familiar, made herself busy around my hospital room, and messing with the machines I was connected to.

"So uh," I started speaking, my voice hoarse and slow. "How long was I asleep?"

The Nurse kept messing with the monitor as she spoke. "About three weeks, we weren't sure if you were going to wake up. Those scars of yours should heal quite nicely though." She finally paused to look at me.

"Your guardian was quite insistent that Panacea come and treat you, but Kaiser decided to start fighting with Lung again which put you at the bottom of the list, especially since she can't do brains. The antibiotics did their work, so you're going to be fine."

"Oh." I'm sure my lips formed the letter as well as an uncomfortable silence formed in the air around us. The smell of death and disinfectant was still there, but it was manageable now at least. I definitely don't want to come back, ever.

"Speaking of your guardian, we contacted him as soon as you woke up, so he should be here soon." The Nurse gave me a warm smile and a wink. "Call me with the button on your remote if you need anything, food, painkillers, anything."

"Thank you, mm, Nurse?" Not asking her for her name would be rude. Mom did raise me with manners after all, and Dad did too, mostly.

The Nurse smile never left her face, even if it never reached her eyes. She seemed rather sad actually. She reached for the hospital ID she had attached to her side, and held it up for me to read.

"Talisa." She said simply as she finished whatever she was doing.

"Talisa." I repeated. The name sounded a bit weird, like a combination of Talia and Lisa, but whoever came up with it couldn't decide which one they wanted.

"That's my name, try not to wear it out." Talisa teased as she started walking to the door. She stopped right as her sun-kissed hand grabbed the door handle. She angled her head to look back at me.

"I hope you feel better soon."

And with that, the silence returned.

I hated it.

After Nurse Talisa left, boredom started to creep in. I didn't have a phone to text people with, not that I had anyone to text, and I'd feel bad if I turned on the television, so I just laid there with the beeping of the monitor being my only music.

Still, that dream was extremely weird, and that voice that spoke to me sent a shiver up my spine. I was either high as fuck on painkillers, or a cape did something to me while I was in the locker. I'd prefer the painkillers.

Why did my brain imagine all of that? I hadn't been to the Renaissance Festival since I was a girl and obsessed with Shakespeare, making Mom read me his stories to bed every night. Stretching my neck and arms by extending them, I heard a knock come from the door.

"Come in." That must've been Dad. I felt my breath start to quicken. I didn't want him seeing me like this, why did he have to spend all of that money for no reason?!

The hospital door slid open, and a man walked in. H-He wasn't Dad, he looked nothing like him. The strange man was tall and broad, with a receding hairline. Whatever hair he had remaining was as black as Principal Blackwell's heart, and his dark blue eyes seemed like they could see straight into me. His face was hard, and his cheeks were hollow. Wait a minute, he looked a bit like the older teenager from my dream, albeit a lot older and a bit more weathered. I wish I could say that was the strangest part of seeing someone starving from a medieval siege in front of me.

That honor belonged to the PRT officer uniform that he wore. Did that mean that a cape did something to me? What? Dad, I needed Dad.

"Who are you?" I blurted out as the PRT officer took a few brisk steps, stopping at the foot of my table. His eyes met my own, and his lips formed a thin line.

"I am Stannis Baratheon, your uncle and guardian."

What, the, fuck-

A/N

Yeah, this isn't a normal isekai. Was it unexpected?

Perhaps.

I shall be taking more inspiration from the books, as that's the source material that I'm most familar with.