Chapter 3: Waking up
I do not own any of the characters or locations of the SSX series. EA games BIG owns all characters and places mentioned in this story.
His vision was very blurry as he lifted his heavy eyelids.
"Ugh." he groaned. His vision slowly returned as the sight of a hospital room ceiling was the first to welcome him.
"Good morning, Psymon." a low voice welcomed. He glanced to his side so he could look at the doctor.
"I didn't make the jump, did I?" The doctor chuckled and shook his head.
"I'm afraid not. You got zapped pretty badly, you lost consciousness when our boys got you here, you've been out for two days." Psymon coughed weakly.
"Two days? Damn." The doctor nodded to him.
"Luckily though the snow absorbed most of your fall, you sustained only minor injuries." Psymon was confused.
"Snow? What snow? It's July, Doc." The doctor looked confused at Psymon.
"Umm, yes... tell me Psymon, what do you remember last?" Psymon looked at the doctor oddly.
"I was going down the hill on the bike, I lost balance on my peddles and went airborne. The powerlines coming at me was the last thing I saw." The doctor quickly wrote into his notebook.
"Psymon, humour me for a moment? I'm going to list off some names, I want you to tell me if you know these people or not." Psymon looked very confused, but agreed to play along.
"Zoe Paine."
"Paine? It doesn't ring a bell, though I have a... nevermind." Psymon answered calmly while the doctor wrote some more.
"Moby Jones." Psymon stared blankly at the doctor. "Elise Riggs?" Again Psymon stared blankly. "Eddie Wachowski?" Psymon shook his head.
"Sorry Doc, ya lost me after Zoe." The doctor frantically wrote in his notebook.
"One last thing, out of curiousity, can you tell me your name?" Psymon rolled his eyes.
"Simon Morgan. Anything else?" The doctor eyed Psymon curiously.
"Morgan?" Psymon nodded.
"Yes, Morgan. What's going on Doc? Why are ya asking me all these questions?" The doctor still wrote quickly.
"Would you mind telling me your occupation?" Psymon was very confused.
"I'm a helmet airbrush artist at a bike shop." The doctor now looked quite concerned.
"Mr. Morgan, my papers here read that your name is Psymon Stark, professional snowboarder, and before that you were a tattoo artist." Psymon laughed, then paused when he realized the doctor wasn't joking.
"You must have the wrongs papers, Doc." Psymon sounded nervous. The doctor picked up a hand mirror and handed it to Psymon.
"Mr. Morgan, I know this may not be professional of me, but do you recognize the man in the mirror?" Psymon took it and slowly lifted it, his eyes grew as he saw the face looking back at him. He touched the hoops through his lip and eyebrow slowly. He ran his fingertips along his fat spikes, seeming to not believe it was really him. He then noticed the tattoo. The long chain wrapped around his body. He touched it, not believing it was real. He looked under his blanket, seeing it went all the way down his body. He threw the mirror away from himself.
"What is this? Some sort of sick joke?" Psymon said, his voice was shaky. The Doctor shook his head sympathetically.
"Mr. Morgan, I'm afraid you may have been out for more than just two days.
Psymon was a schizo? What's going to happen when Psymon's past gets revealed to him? Tune in next time!
I do not own any of the characters or locations of the SSX series. EA games BIG owns all characters and places mentioned in this story.
His vision was very blurry as he lifted his heavy eyelids.
"Ugh." he groaned. His vision slowly returned as the sight of a hospital room ceiling was the first to welcome him.
"Good morning, Psymon." a low voice welcomed. He glanced to his side so he could look at the doctor.
"I didn't make the jump, did I?" The doctor chuckled and shook his head.
"I'm afraid not. You got zapped pretty badly, you lost consciousness when our boys got you here, you've been out for two days." Psymon coughed weakly.
"Two days? Damn." The doctor nodded to him.
"Luckily though the snow absorbed most of your fall, you sustained only minor injuries." Psymon was confused.
"Snow? What snow? It's July, Doc." The doctor looked confused at Psymon.
"Umm, yes... tell me Psymon, what do you remember last?" Psymon looked at the doctor oddly.
"I was going down the hill on the bike, I lost balance on my peddles and went airborne. The powerlines coming at me was the last thing I saw." The doctor quickly wrote into his notebook.
"Psymon, humour me for a moment? I'm going to list off some names, I want you to tell me if you know these people or not." Psymon looked very confused, but agreed to play along.
"Zoe Paine."
"Paine? It doesn't ring a bell, though I have a... nevermind." Psymon answered calmly while the doctor wrote some more.
"Moby Jones." Psymon stared blankly at the doctor. "Elise Riggs?" Again Psymon stared blankly. "Eddie Wachowski?" Psymon shook his head.
"Sorry Doc, ya lost me after Zoe." The doctor frantically wrote in his notebook.
"One last thing, out of curiousity, can you tell me your name?" Psymon rolled his eyes.
"Simon Morgan. Anything else?" The doctor eyed Psymon curiously.
"Morgan?" Psymon nodded.
"Yes, Morgan. What's going on Doc? Why are ya asking me all these questions?" The doctor still wrote quickly.
"Would you mind telling me your occupation?" Psymon was very confused.
"I'm a helmet airbrush artist at a bike shop." The doctor now looked quite concerned.
"Mr. Morgan, my papers here read that your name is Psymon Stark, professional snowboarder, and before that you were a tattoo artist." Psymon laughed, then paused when he realized the doctor wasn't joking.
"You must have the wrongs papers, Doc." Psymon sounded nervous. The doctor picked up a hand mirror and handed it to Psymon.
"Mr. Morgan, I know this may not be professional of me, but do you recognize the man in the mirror?" Psymon took it and slowly lifted it, his eyes grew as he saw the face looking back at him. He touched the hoops through his lip and eyebrow slowly. He ran his fingertips along his fat spikes, seeming to not believe it was really him. He then noticed the tattoo. The long chain wrapped around his body. He touched it, not believing it was real. He looked under his blanket, seeing it went all the way down his body. He threw the mirror away from himself.
"What is this? Some sort of sick joke?" Psymon said, his voice was shaky. The Doctor shook his head sympathetically.
"Mr. Morgan, I'm afraid you may have been out for more than just two days.
Psymon was a schizo? What's going to happen when Psymon's past gets revealed to him? Tune in next time!