Note
I have based this chapter on the pure feelings of Wraith. And what better place to do it than a hospital bed? So if you are thinking 'Gee whiz, this weirdo has done a shabby job on this chapter' you are probably right, but even so, I wanted to do a scene just on the words and actions of confinement.
"They grow up so fast...", "Timech's off to school tomorrow...", "my son...whom I love". "Oh hello son, hello-"
"Hello, Hello, Earth to Wraith!" a shaggy haired woman said annoyed.
The light...coming...coming...closer..and closer...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Wraith yelled as pain struck him yet again.
The process repeated as the two nurses ran to his side and held him down.
"Wh-What's wrong with him?" the woman cried.
"I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE! LET ME GO!" Wraith yelled but he was now too weak too fight. He slumped back frowning miserably.
"Get the doc" the prettier nurse ordered the other one.
She nodded and ran out the door.
"Excuse me, Nurse-" the woman began.
"Apologies, I'm busy." the nurse began writing something down.
Stuck in a hospital bed...with no leg. Oh how I hurt my head...
Timech loved to rhyme...
Timech loved to rhyme...
Before the war, before the destruction.
Timech loved to rhyme...
"Doctor, is that you?" Wraith asked hearing footsteps.
"It sure is, how are you feeling?" he asked noticing the woman. "And..can I help you?".
"I'm-" Wraith started.
"I'm here to see my husband! Is he stable? He's not going to attack me, is he?" the woman paced.
The doctor looked at Wraith then back at the woman. His eyes were burning with anticipation.
"Wait outside miss, I'll tell you when he's stable enough" came the doctors reply with a smile.
Wraith turned over. He was still thinking. Forever thinking...
"Do you know that woman, Wraith the traveller?"
"Vaguely. It just seems all a blur." he replied to the doctor who was now sitting on the end of Wraith's bed.
"That's common with Telestopsis. You are constantly reminded of the ones you truly love and the ones whom you were slowly drifting away from...just disappear out of your mind. Do you remember anyone from back home...in Colorado, I believe?" he asked.
Wraith wriggled in the bed. His hands were stinging. He had grazed them severely and only just noticed.
"My son..Timech. He was..a great kid...I think. You know Doc, I'm getting these weird scenes in my head about him alot. It's freaking me out." Wraith began to panic. "I mean, am I ever going to be normal..well of course with your 13 million dollar treatment but let me tell you..I remember one thing clear, I'm not rich..so I'm just going to die or live my life alone...is that it? Is that my fate?".
The smell of dead fish...
It's a strong smell...
Timech and I used to go fishing all the time...
"Dad, can I use your rod?"
"Sure son, be careful though. My baits a real catcher."
Salt water tasted funny too...
Timech and I, we fell in lots.
Like rubbing salt into a wound, is like parting me from my son...
"Wraith, you drifted off to sleep again..we need to talk" the doctor sighed.
Wraith's eyes flickered open. At the exact moment he was going to spring up in panic, the doctor stabbed a needle into him.
"OW...WHATS HAPPENING! I Feel light headed..".
"Wraith I didn't want to have to drug you, but you might aswell get used to it." the doctor smiled.
"W-what?" Wraith said confused with his words.
"I've paid for your treatment. The cybernetic leg. I dont think you will object to having the operation?".
"Of course not..I'm so happy. I can live a normal life.." Wraith widened his mouth.
"Hahaha, I thought you would be happy. Now I will send your wife in. Tomorrow, you become part-cybernetic!".