Chapter Three: Bad Memory and Weird Dreams
"Huh? Where am I? How did I get here?" Riddum awakened from his deep slumber. "What happened? Ouch! My head! Why am I here?"
"Ohh, Riddum, Riddum," Sister Janet sighed. "You don't remember a thing, do you? You poor, poor thing," Sister Janet sighed again.
"Who's Riddum?"
"You are, silly! Now, stop kidding!"
"But I'm not kidding! I don't know who I am, who you are, or where I am. I am completely confused," the otter's head hang low at the thought of how sad it was that he didn't know who he was.
"Well, the reason you are here, is because you and your sister, Quince is her name, were having your weekly fight. She tried to choke you, and you ended up here, in the informatory at the Redwall Abbey. You've lived here all your life in the cottage by the pond with your sister. You were abandoned by your parents, and have lived here all your life since you were less than a season old. I am Sister Janet, head nurse of Redwall. You will stay here until you recover from your wounds." Riddum checked his body out; he had scratches on his neck and arms. He touched the wounds on his neck. He flinched for it hurt greatly.
"How long 'til my wounds heal?"
"Not sure. Few weeks, few days, not sure. You might heal by tomorrow. I can never tell." Riddum nodded. "Now, you need some rest." Riddum slowly laid back until his head touched the pillow. He could feel Sister Janet placing herbs on his head. He figured they would help him sleep.
Riddum fell into a deep, deep sleep
"Why don't you know who you are? Why are you lying in that bed? Why don't you get up and remember who you are, instead of sleeping?" a voice was asking Riddum many questions.
"I don't know why I don't know who I am. I don't really know why I'm laying in this bed. I can't get up, because Sister Janet said so. And who are you? Why are you asking me all these questions?" Riddum sounded very confused.
"I am the one you will search for later in your days. You will know who I am eventually, but it would be better to wait," the voice sounded like a young female creature, "I must go now, Riddum, young otter warrior." There was a swooshing sound, and the voice was gone.
"Hello? Wait! Don't leave me here! Will you at least tell me where I am?" There was no reply to the otters pleading words. Everything slowly blacked out.
He woke up a few hours later in the informatory. He opened his eyes slowly. The first the he saw was his sister.
"Ahhh! What are you doing here?" Riddum tried to back up away from his sister.
"I came to see you, silly! What do you think? I came to kill you in your sleep?" Riddum nodded. Quince started to laugh. "It's OK, bro! I'm not gonna hurt you." She reached out towards the bandages on his neck. He flinched when she touched it. He twinged with pain as she held her paw there. Pushing harder and harder until Riddum couldn't stand it.
"Ouch! Get off!" She continued to push harder, and harder, and harder. Soon, Riddum couldn't breathe. He kicked and flailed trying to get his sister off his neck. Sister Janet popped her head in the door.
"Is everything al. Quince! What in paw's name do you think you're doing! Get off right away!" She ran over to the two otters. She pulled on Quince who would not let go. After a few seconds, Quince gave up, and let the little mouse drag her out of the room.
As she was being dragged out of the room, Riddum was slowly getting up, breathing hard. "I'll get you, Riddum," she mouthed right before she was dragged out of sight. The room went silent.
After regaining his breath, Riddum sat up in his bed. He sat there, thinking. What did it all mean? Why was that voice asking me questions? Oh, well. As long as I got my memory back. I'm still tired. Maybe only after a little sleep will I get up. He laid back down and fell asleep. A dreamless sleep overtook him.
"Huh? Where am I? How did I get here?" Riddum awakened from his deep slumber. "What happened? Ouch! My head! Why am I here?"
"Ohh, Riddum, Riddum," Sister Janet sighed. "You don't remember a thing, do you? You poor, poor thing," Sister Janet sighed again.
"Who's Riddum?"
"You are, silly! Now, stop kidding!"
"But I'm not kidding! I don't know who I am, who you are, or where I am. I am completely confused," the otter's head hang low at the thought of how sad it was that he didn't know who he was.
"Well, the reason you are here, is because you and your sister, Quince is her name, were having your weekly fight. She tried to choke you, and you ended up here, in the informatory at the Redwall Abbey. You've lived here all your life in the cottage by the pond with your sister. You were abandoned by your parents, and have lived here all your life since you were less than a season old. I am Sister Janet, head nurse of Redwall. You will stay here until you recover from your wounds." Riddum checked his body out; he had scratches on his neck and arms. He touched the wounds on his neck. He flinched for it hurt greatly.
"How long 'til my wounds heal?"
"Not sure. Few weeks, few days, not sure. You might heal by tomorrow. I can never tell." Riddum nodded. "Now, you need some rest." Riddum slowly laid back until his head touched the pillow. He could feel Sister Janet placing herbs on his head. He figured they would help him sleep.
Riddum fell into a deep, deep sleep
"Why don't you know who you are? Why are you lying in that bed? Why don't you get up and remember who you are, instead of sleeping?" a voice was asking Riddum many questions.
"I don't know why I don't know who I am. I don't really know why I'm laying in this bed. I can't get up, because Sister Janet said so. And who are you? Why are you asking me all these questions?" Riddum sounded very confused.
"I am the one you will search for later in your days. You will know who I am eventually, but it would be better to wait," the voice sounded like a young female creature, "I must go now, Riddum, young otter warrior." There was a swooshing sound, and the voice was gone.
"Hello? Wait! Don't leave me here! Will you at least tell me where I am?" There was no reply to the otters pleading words. Everything slowly blacked out.
He woke up a few hours later in the informatory. He opened his eyes slowly. The first the he saw was his sister.
"Ahhh! What are you doing here?" Riddum tried to back up away from his sister.
"I came to see you, silly! What do you think? I came to kill you in your sleep?" Riddum nodded. Quince started to laugh. "It's OK, bro! I'm not gonna hurt you." She reached out towards the bandages on his neck. He flinched when she touched it. He twinged with pain as she held her paw there. Pushing harder and harder until Riddum couldn't stand it.
"Ouch! Get off!" She continued to push harder, and harder, and harder. Soon, Riddum couldn't breathe. He kicked and flailed trying to get his sister off his neck. Sister Janet popped her head in the door.
"Is everything al. Quince! What in paw's name do you think you're doing! Get off right away!" She ran over to the two otters. She pulled on Quince who would not let go. After a few seconds, Quince gave up, and let the little mouse drag her out of the room.
As she was being dragged out of the room, Riddum was slowly getting up, breathing hard. "I'll get you, Riddum," she mouthed right before she was dragged out of sight. The room went silent.
After regaining his breath, Riddum sat up in his bed. He sat there, thinking. What did it all mean? Why was that voice asking me questions? Oh, well. As long as I got my memory back. I'm still tired. Maybe only after a little sleep will I get up. He laid back down and fell asleep. A dreamless sleep overtook him.