A/N: Look at that! I've updated again so soon! Alright! Well, here's chapter 12. Enjoy.
As I fell inside the book, the different swirling colors began to move so fast that they were making me dizzy and I had to close my eyes to fight off a wave of nausea that threatened to hit me. A few seconds later I started trembling and shaking violently as I heard an echo of a voice calling out to me.
"Libia... Wake up..." it said.
"Wha... What's going on?" I asked.
"Libia... Come on Libia, wake up!" it cried.
I gasped when I realized who the voice belonged to.
"Damian? Is that you, bro?" I asked.
After a moment of silence, the feeling of being shaken came back.
"Dammit sis, wake up!" Damian cried.
"I'm trying! Can't you hear me?!" I cried.
At that moment I felt a sharp paralyzing pain rip through my whole body. I clutched my stomach in pain.
"Sis... Come on sis, please wake up! I can't lose you too!" Damian pleaded.
I tried to call out to him again, but the pain grew more intense.
Damn, is it gonna always be like this every single time I have to wake up.
That thought and my echoing scream was the last thing I heard before I completely blacked out. A moment later, I felt myself slowly beginning to drift back to consciousness. I also felt hand gently shaking my shoulder.
"Libia? Libia... Sissy. Come on girl, it's time to wake up." Damian said.
My eyes shot opened and I sprang to a sitting postion.
"Ah, off with her head!" I screamed.
My brother looked at me with a mixture of worry and confusion. Panting, I looked at my surroundings and realized that I was no longer in Wonderland.
"Sis, are you ok?" Damian asked.
After my breathing had returned to normal, I gave him a smile.
"Yeah. I just had a real bad nightmare." I said.
Damian sighed.
"What wrong, bro?" I asked.
"That must have been one hell of a nightmare, sissy. You've been asleep with a raging fever for the last three days." Damian said.
I blinked several times in shock. I put a hand up to my forehead and winced at how hot it felt. Damian placed a fresh icepack on my forehead. I closed my eyes and sighed.
A fever. Oh man, no wonder CC forced me to come home. But, was it really just a dream? Extremely high fevers have been known to give unpleasant dreams. But then again, why didn't I feel feverish the first time I came back from Wonderland? Was it a dream caused by the fever? Yeah, that makes sense, but what if its a result due to all the sanity I lost while there? Man, I really do need to be more careful.
Damian's hand waving in my face brought me out of my thoughts.
"You okay, sissy? You're not gonna black out on me again, are you?" Damian asked.
"Nah, I'm alright." I lied.
"What was up with the 'off with her head' comment? Have you been watching Alice In Wonderland again?" Damian asked.
I shook my head.
"No. I finally got to play that dark game that's based on it. I must have been having a fever induced dream about it." I said.
Damian smiled.
"Well, I suggest you don't play anymore horror games or watch any horror movies until your fever's gone." Damian said.
"What? You have got to be kidding me? Resident Evil comes out this weekend!" I exclaimed
"Look, I know you've been looking forward to this movie, hell, so have I. But, I don't want you having another fever induced that gonna last for days. Dad and I have been worried sick about you." Damian said.
I lowered my head and sighed.
"Sorry." I muttered.
Damian sighed and sat down next to me on the bed.
"Listen, the movie comes out next weekend, not this one." Damian said.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Next weekend, are you sure?" I asked.
Damian nodded.
"Yep. And now that you're finally awake, I guess that means that the fever is starting to subside. You'll be fine by next weekend and ready to open a can of zombie whoop ass." Damian said.
I laughed and made a mock pout.
"What's this? Do you mean to tell me that my partner in crime will not be joining me for my next session of zombie whoop ass?" I teased.
Damian threw his head back and laughed.
"Like I would let you have all the fun! Of course I'm coming with you!" Damian exclaimed.
I smiled. It was wiped right off my face when I took a closer look and realized exactly where I was, though.
"Damian, are we in a hospital?" I asked in a shaky voice.
Damian frowned.
" Yeah. We had no choice but to bring you here. Your fever was way too high for just an icepack and some Tylenol to fix." Damian said.
"Really? Was it that bad?" I asked.
Damian nodded.
"You kept drifting in and out of consciousness and screaming out 'CC' every so often." Damian said.
"I talked in my sleep?" I asked.
"A little bit. The little I was able to make out had to do with that Alice story. It was as if you were putting your twist on things. It was a bit amusing at first, but when the story started getting darker and more demented, I freaked out and called the hospital." Damian said.
I gasped.
"I didn't say anything while I here, did I?" I asked.
"Surprisingly enough, no you didn't. When you were brought here, you became as quite as a dormouse, which worried me even more." Damian said.
I sighed in relief.
Thank you god. The last thing I need is for the nurses and doctors to think that I'm nuts. But, why was I a screaming wreck at home and quite here? This doesn't make any sense at all.
"Sissy, I have a question for you." Damian said.
"Ask away." I said.
"Who or what the hell is CC?" Damian asked.
Now it was my turn to throw my head back and laugh.
"You're kidding me, right Damian? CC is what I've calling the Cheshire cat for years. I couldn't pronounce 'Cheshire' until I was at least 7 or 8. Don't you remember?" I teased.
Damian shrugged.
"In my worry, I must have forgotten. Bite me." Damian said.
I made a biting sound and motion. Damian gave me the finger and I returned the gesture in kind.
"Okay, now I have a question for you." I said.
"What's up?" Damian said.
"As I was waking up, you said something about losing me too. What did you mean by that?" I asked.
Damian sighed.
"I was really worried about you, sis. I guess I said it out of desperation or something. You can't a guy to be in his right state of mind when his little sister is comatosed with a fever for days on end." Damian said.
I smiled.
"Well, don't worry. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to worry you guys like that." I asked.
Damian ruffled my hair affectionately.
"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're okay." Damian said.
I nodded.
"Hey, where's dad?" I asked.
"Right in front of you." a voice said.
We turned towards the door to find our father standing there with a grin from ear to ear that reminded me of CC. He came into the room and hugged me.
"Oh honey, I'm so glad you're alright." he said.
"Me too, daddy. I want to go home. You know how I feel about hospitals." I said.
My father frowned.
"I don't think they'll let you go so soon honey." he said.
I sighed.
Great. I'm stuck in this creepy place. Man, I hate hospitals.
A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. I turned to see a tall dark haired nurse with the prettiest green eyes I have ever seen.
Oh my god, she kinda looks like... Nah, that's not possible. I'm just suffering the after effects of a feverish dream, that's all.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask you both to leave now. Visiting hours are over. Now that's she's awake, she'll be hungry and she needs to undergo some tests to see if she's fit to go home or not."
I chuckled quietly.
Well, would you look at that. She even sounds like her too. Damn, I've really got it bad. I hope she has some aspirin. I feel a major headache coming on.
My brother was obviously taken in by her beauty judging by how he was drooling like an idiot. I giggled and my dad grabbed his arm to drag him out of the room.
"We'll be back later, honey. Be good and don't give the nurse any trouble." he said.
"Alright daddy." I said.
When they left the room, the nurse turned to me and smiled.
"Well, I must say that you gave your family quite a scare Ms. Zamora. I hope you're hungry. You'll need your strength to endure all those tests and needles." she said.
I turned white as a ghost at the mention of needles.
"Nee... Needles?" I asked in a meek voice.
The nurse sighed.
"Oh dear. I suppose that wasn't the right thing to say." she said.
"No, it wasn't." I said quietly.
She put the food tray on my lap, but I gently pushed it away.
"I'm not hungry." I said.
"But, you must eat something, sweetie. You haven't eaten in three days." she said.
I scoffed.
"I haven't done much of anything in three days it seems." I said.
"Please, don't be difficult. I'm new here. I had no idea that you disliked needles." she said.
I looked at her very carefully for a moment. I narrowed my eyes slightly when I saw a glint in her eyes that I couldn't make out. I decided to do as my dad said and not give her any trouble, though.
"So, what's your name?" I asked.
She stared blankly at me for a moment before smiling.
"My name is Alison Lopez." she said.
She even has a similar name. Good lord, I need to get out of here. Maybe I should Damian's advice and not watch any horror movies for a while.
I picked up the spoon and began eating. Believe me when I say that hospital food sucks big time. After I finished eating, Alison picked up the tray and was about to walk out. As she opened the door, she turned back to me and smiled.
"The doctor will see you tomorrow morning. Is there anything you need right now?" Alison asked.
"Um, could you bring me some aspirin. I seem to have a headache." I said.
"Sure thing, sweetie." Alison said.
"Thanks Alice... I mean, Alison." I said.
Alison smiled.
"Oh, you can call me Alice if you want. Everyone else does." Alison said.
"Yeah, sure." I said.
Alison left and came back a moment later with the aspirin. I took it and laid back down.
"Now, try to get some rest. The doctor will see you in the morning." Alison said.
I nodded. She left and turned off my lights and closed the door.
I hope the doc said I can go home. I don't want to stay here. I feel fine, there should be no reason for them to keep me here. Oh well, I'll find out tomorrow.
About a moment or two later, I felt a weight on my bed, but I was too tired to open my eyes and acknowledge it.
Don't worry, sweeting. By tomorrow afternoon you'll be going home. I promise you.
Had I not already been half gone, I might have opened to my eyes and responded.
A/N: Hahaha, my nurse's name was Alison! How ironic, huh? Well, I hope you're all enjoying this. I'm sorry if this chapter was little sappy or boring, but trust me, it was necessary. Oh and BTW, I was talking about the first Resident Evil movie, not the new one. Just wanted to clear that up in case anyone got confused. I'll try to up this again soon. R/R.
As I fell inside the book, the different swirling colors began to move so fast that they were making me dizzy and I had to close my eyes to fight off a wave of nausea that threatened to hit me. A few seconds later I started trembling and shaking violently as I heard an echo of a voice calling out to me.
"Libia... Wake up..." it said.
"Wha... What's going on?" I asked.
"Libia... Come on Libia, wake up!" it cried.
I gasped when I realized who the voice belonged to.
"Damian? Is that you, bro?" I asked.
After a moment of silence, the feeling of being shaken came back.
"Dammit sis, wake up!" Damian cried.
"I'm trying! Can't you hear me?!" I cried.
At that moment I felt a sharp paralyzing pain rip through my whole body. I clutched my stomach in pain.
"Sis... Come on sis, please wake up! I can't lose you too!" Damian pleaded.
I tried to call out to him again, but the pain grew more intense.
Damn, is it gonna always be like this every single time I have to wake up.
That thought and my echoing scream was the last thing I heard before I completely blacked out. A moment later, I felt myself slowly beginning to drift back to consciousness. I also felt hand gently shaking my shoulder.
"Libia? Libia... Sissy. Come on girl, it's time to wake up." Damian said.
My eyes shot opened and I sprang to a sitting postion.
"Ah, off with her head!" I screamed.
My brother looked at me with a mixture of worry and confusion. Panting, I looked at my surroundings and realized that I was no longer in Wonderland.
"Sis, are you ok?" Damian asked.
After my breathing had returned to normal, I gave him a smile.
"Yeah. I just had a real bad nightmare." I said.
Damian sighed.
"What wrong, bro?" I asked.
"That must have been one hell of a nightmare, sissy. You've been asleep with a raging fever for the last three days." Damian said.
I blinked several times in shock. I put a hand up to my forehead and winced at how hot it felt. Damian placed a fresh icepack on my forehead. I closed my eyes and sighed.
A fever. Oh man, no wonder CC forced me to come home. But, was it really just a dream? Extremely high fevers have been known to give unpleasant dreams. But then again, why didn't I feel feverish the first time I came back from Wonderland? Was it a dream caused by the fever? Yeah, that makes sense, but what if its a result due to all the sanity I lost while there? Man, I really do need to be more careful.
Damian's hand waving in my face brought me out of my thoughts.
"You okay, sissy? You're not gonna black out on me again, are you?" Damian asked.
"Nah, I'm alright." I lied.
"What was up with the 'off with her head' comment? Have you been watching Alice In Wonderland again?" Damian asked.
I shook my head.
"No. I finally got to play that dark game that's based on it. I must have been having a fever induced dream about it." I said.
Damian smiled.
"Well, I suggest you don't play anymore horror games or watch any horror movies until your fever's gone." Damian said.
"What? You have got to be kidding me? Resident Evil comes out this weekend!" I exclaimed
"Look, I know you've been looking forward to this movie, hell, so have I. But, I don't want you having another fever induced that gonna last for days. Dad and I have been worried sick about you." Damian said.
I lowered my head and sighed.
"Sorry." I muttered.
Damian sighed and sat down next to me on the bed.
"Listen, the movie comes out next weekend, not this one." Damian said.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Next weekend, are you sure?" I asked.
Damian nodded.
"Yep. And now that you're finally awake, I guess that means that the fever is starting to subside. You'll be fine by next weekend and ready to open a can of zombie whoop ass." Damian said.
I laughed and made a mock pout.
"What's this? Do you mean to tell me that my partner in crime will not be joining me for my next session of zombie whoop ass?" I teased.
Damian threw his head back and laughed.
"Like I would let you have all the fun! Of course I'm coming with you!" Damian exclaimed.
I smiled. It was wiped right off my face when I took a closer look and realized exactly where I was, though.
"Damian, are we in a hospital?" I asked in a shaky voice.
Damian frowned.
" Yeah. We had no choice but to bring you here. Your fever was way too high for just an icepack and some Tylenol to fix." Damian said.
"Really? Was it that bad?" I asked.
Damian nodded.
"You kept drifting in and out of consciousness and screaming out 'CC' every so often." Damian said.
"I talked in my sleep?" I asked.
"A little bit. The little I was able to make out had to do with that Alice story. It was as if you were putting your twist on things. It was a bit amusing at first, but when the story started getting darker and more demented, I freaked out and called the hospital." Damian said.
I gasped.
"I didn't say anything while I here, did I?" I asked.
"Surprisingly enough, no you didn't. When you were brought here, you became as quite as a dormouse, which worried me even more." Damian said.
I sighed in relief.
Thank you god. The last thing I need is for the nurses and doctors to think that I'm nuts. But, why was I a screaming wreck at home and quite here? This doesn't make any sense at all.
"Sissy, I have a question for you." Damian said.
"Ask away." I said.
"Who or what the hell is CC?" Damian asked.
Now it was my turn to throw my head back and laugh.
"You're kidding me, right Damian? CC is what I've calling the Cheshire cat for years. I couldn't pronounce 'Cheshire' until I was at least 7 or 8. Don't you remember?" I teased.
Damian shrugged.
"In my worry, I must have forgotten. Bite me." Damian said.
I made a biting sound and motion. Damian gave me the finger and I returned the gesture in kind.
"Okay, now I have a question for you." I said.
"What's up?" Damian said.
"As I was waking up, you said something about losing me too. What did you mean by that?" I asked.
Damian sighed.
"I was really worried about you, sis. I guess I said it out of desperation or something. You can't a guy to be in his right state of mind when his little sister is comatosed with a fever for days on end." Damian said.
I smiled.
"Well, don't worry. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to worry you guys like that." I asked.
Damian ruffled my hair affectionately.
"Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you're okay." Damian said.
I nodded.
"Hey, where's dad?" I asked.
"Right in front of you." a voice said.
We turned towards the door to find our father standing there with a grin from ear to ear that reminded me of CC. He came into the room and hugged me.
"Oh honey, I'm so glad you're alright." he said.
"Me too, daddy. I want to go home. You know how I feel about hospitals." I said.
My father frowned.
"I don't think they'll let you go so soon honey." he said.
I sighed.
Great. I'm stuck in this creepy place. Man, I hate hospitals.
A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. I turned to see a tall dark haired nurse with the prettiest green eyes I have ever seen.
Oh my god, she kinda looks like... Nah, that's not possible. I'm just suffering the after effects of a feverish dream, that's all.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to ask you both to leave now. Visiting hours are over. Now that's she's awake, she'll be hungry and she needs to undergo some tests to see if she's fit to go home or not."
I chuckled quietly.
Well, would you look at that. She even sounds like her too. Damn, I've really got it bad. I hope she has some aspirin. I feel a major headache coming on.
My brother was obviously taken in by her beauty judging by how he was drooling like an idiot. I giggled and my dad grabbed his arm to drag him out of the room.
"We'll be back later, honey. Be good and don't give the nurse any trouble." he said.
"Alright daddy." I said.
When they left the room, the nurse turned to me and smiled.
"Well, I must say that you gave your family quite a scare Ms. Zamora. I hope you're hungry. You'll need your strength to endure all those tests and needles." she said.
I turned white as a ghost at the mention of needles.
"Nee... Needles?" I asked in a meek voice.
The nurse sighed.
"Oh dear. I suppose that wasn't the right thing to say." she said.
"No, it wasn't." I said quietly.
She put the food tray on my lap, but I gently pushed it away.
"I'm not hungry." I said.
"But, you must eat something, sweetie. You haven't eaten in three days." she said.
I scoffed.
"I haven't done much of anything in three days it seems." I said.
"Please, don't be difficult. I'm new here. I had no idea that you disliked needles." she said.
I looked at her very carefully for a moment. I narrowed my eyes slightly when I saw a glint in her eyes that I couldn't make out. I decided to do as my dad said and not give her any trouble, though.
"So, what's your name?" I asked.
She stared blankly at me for a moment before smiling.
"My name is Alison Lopez." she said.
She even has a similar name. Good lord, I need to get out of here. Maybe I should Damian's advice and not watch any horror movies for a while.
I picked up the spoon and began eating. Believe me when I say that hospital food sucks big time. After I finished eating, Alison picked up the tray and was about to walk out. As she opened the door, she turned back to me and smiled.
"The doctor will see you tomorrow morning. Is there anything you need right now?" Alison asked.
"Um, could you bring me some aspirin. I seem to have a headache." I said.
"Sure thing, sweetie." Alison said.
"Thanks Alice... I mean, Alison." I said.
Alison smiled.
"Oh, you can call me Alice if you want. Everyone else does." Alison said.
"Yeah, sure." I said.
Alison left and came back a moment later with the aspirin. I took it and laid back down.
"Now, try to get some rest. The doctor will see you in the morning." Alison said.
I nodded. She left and turned off my lights and closed the door.
I hope the doc said I can go home. I don't want to stay here. I feel fine, there should be no reason for them to keep me here. Oh well, I'll find out tomorrow.
About a moment or two later, I felt a weight on my bed, but I was too tired to open my eyes and acknowledge it.
Don't worry, sweeting. By tomorrow afternoon you'll be going home. I promise you.
Had I not already been half gone, I might have opened to my eyes and responded.
A/N: Hahaha, my nurse's name was Alison! How ironic, huh? Well, I hope you're all enjoying this. I'm sorry if this chapter was little sappy or boring, but trust me, it was necessary. Oh and BTW, I was talking about the first Resident Evil movie, not the new one. Just wanted to clear that up in case anyone got confused. I'll try to up this again soon. R/R.