One Mixed Up Mary-Sue

Epilogue

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The first thing that she became aware of was the pain in her side. It felt like her skin wanted to pull itself open. She touched the area, which as a bad idea. Gritting her teeth, she continued to touch the area, feeling a line of tight stitches on her inflamed flesh. She left the area alone and looked around the room that she had woken up in.

The ceiling was a starched white, just like Rivendell.

"Damned place," she muttered to herself, bring her hand to her face to rub her sore eyes. And that was when she noticed it. Lying across her hand, pushing onto her wrist was a clear tube. She followed the tube to a bag hanging on a metal pole.

"You don't like hospitals?" A man asked from the doorway. Emily guessed by the coat that he wore that he was a doctor. He stepped into the room.

"How long have I been here?" Emily asked.

"About three days," he answered. "You had some pretty big surgery, it's normal to take a while to recover. I heard you were awake, so I came to make sure you were okay myself. I was your surgeon."

"When can I go home?" Emily asked.

"You seem to be doing well. You can go home tomorrow if you don't get any worse." He said gently. "Your fan club has been here every day."

"What do you mean?" Emily asked.

"Your parents, some friends, a cousin and a couple of people who didn't mention who they were," he said, listing them all off. "You've been asleep this whole time, but you've never been alone."

"That's reassuring at the very least," Emily said.

"Emily," the doctor started. "Do you remember anything that happened to you?"

"No," Emily lied. Who would believe her story, anyways? "I don't remember anything."

"When you arrived here, you had an arrow in your side, like the old-style weapon bow-and-arrow, arrow. I think some really twisted person was trying to hurt you..." His voice trailed off. "But someone else should really be talking to you about this." He smiled weakly. "I'm sure the police will want to talk to you soon enough."

"Great," Emily said, trying to sit up. If there was anyone who wouldn't accept her answer, it would be the police.

"So, I've passed along the word that you are to have no visitors while you are in the hospital." He smiled for a moment, but then it faded into a serious frown. "But, if you do know anything, Emily, I hope that you would come forward and tell someone."

Emily nodded quickly and pulled her blanket tighter around herself. She stared at her feet, unsure what to say. She managed a quick "thank you."

"Someone will be back later tonight to check on you," he said before getting to his feet. With a short nod, her left the room, pulling the door shut behind himself.

Sighing, Emily let herself fall back on the pillows. She grinned to herself, feeling the soft fabric against her face. She was home.