AN: Don't know where this came from or where the sudden burst of inspiration is pulled from either, but please let me know what you think. Grammar errors and run on sentences are probably sitting waiting for you to point out. I eagerly await you letting me know so I can correct such things! Thank you, and as always, enjoy.
Speedy
My eyes try to open, but it feels like the effort of lifting a thousand bricks, pretty intense metaphor, but it brings into perspective how I'm feeling. My brain is all fuzzy, like waking from white noise, that awful grey and white mess scratching in my ears as the pictures slowly come back to light. I go through a physical check to make sure everything is where it's supposed to be, nothing seems to hurt as I come back into consciousness. I let my eyes stay closed as the first thing to hit me is just how tired I still feel, though I've no idea how long I have been asleep,
"Bree what if she never wakes up?" I hear a gentle voice, my mind trying to remember... remember... why can't I remember?
"She will Chloe, she is our summoner, we would know the second she let go." Summoner? What? My head is far too sleepy to put any of this together, so instead, I try to move my arms, hands, anything. Nothing... nothing moves, and I find myself feeling a twinge of panic in my chest,
*Rest little one, just rest up, your soul needs healing.* That voice... it's so warm, familiar, *I will explain everything when you wake back up, but now is not the time.* I feel my heart start to relax, and just as I feel the pull of sleep taking me back to the abyss I hear,
"She's so much more than that, I don't understand why you can't admit it... now it could be too late..." I hear a soft sob, I don't know which of the two in my room it comes from. The sustenance of the words tries to buoy me back to consciousness, but it's useless as I slip into the comforts of another deep rest.
Flames lift around me, a giant circle that's billowing a heat so searing it's difficult to see. I lift my hand to block it away, noticing for the first time the floor is black, and there is someone inside the flames with me. His sneer is difficult to make out but those awful eyes, forever will they be burned into my memory. His irises are so blown... both of his eyes look black, and regardless of the creepy color they still look... kind. I know they look this way because he stole power, I don't know how I know... but dreams are quite the odd things. Before I can approach or speak he murmurs an incantation and a black oozing blade comes from the ground, pointing at me. This skyrockets my anxiety, and I feel like I need to run, I need to get out... but I can't move... of course I can't move, "This is my world, you are no longer necessary." His words are deep, echoing hauntingly around the dark space before the blade shoots into the middle of my chest, the pain immediate and unbearable as I fall to my knees, lifting my head to scream to the skies.
Bolting upright in the hospital bed I feel that scream trying to tear through my throat, but it's suddenly dry and unused, coming out as a gasp then a harsh cough. Clawing at whatever is causing this pain I feel a little stinging then the burn is gone. So I continue to rip, yanking what I now realize is cords from my body as I force my eyes to adjust to the light. I hear yelling, I try to turn my body to press my feet to the ground but I don't make it that far. My back hits the bed hard and I feel heavy pressure on top of me, letting out a dry scream I feel a sudden puncture in my leg, control of my body quickly being taken from me. I frantically glance around the room and attempt to find focus... focus on what is being said,
"It came out of nowhere, she was comatose only moments ago, sir." A gruff man, the one who I assume pinned me looks me up and down slowly, after getting off of course,
"She's been out for a week... that was one hell of a fight for someone who hasn't been responding to any stimulus that long..." His eyes reach mine, and they look nothing like the eery cold ones I saw in my dreams, making my pounding heart start to relax for the moment. I keep his eye contact and it takes a minute, but he smiles, "Hi Beca, my name is Dr. Malay, and I'm going to test your reflexes, alright?" I let my head nod slowly, confusion pressing to my brows as he lifts a flashlight to my eyes, "Okay... okay..." he runs through a series of other tests, I assume I pass considering he didn't frown upon the results. In the end, he tilts his head and looks me over again, "Well unless you were freakishly strong before I think the only odd thing is that you lost no muscle mass or ability with them. Normally patients who aren't able to move for a week lose at least fifteen percent of their strength, and your heart rate hasn't changed in the least either." He lifts his hand to run over his scruffy face, then it slides through his hair, "I honestly don't know what to think of this, you came in with no responses to anything yet no stimulus to cause such a reaction, and now here you are... a week later, like nothing happened... your friends weren't very helpful either..." I lift my eyes back to his,
"I have friends?" His brows furrow and he walks up to me, eyes scanning my face,
"Do you know where we are?" I chuckle softly, eyes dodging around for an indication of the answer I know he wants,
"In the hospital, obviously..." Averting my gaze to the window my sight is blocked immediately,
"No, what hospital or I guess more specifically where we are." Opening my mouth to answer I find I have none, lips sealed shut as I look down at my hands,
"I... I don't know." The doctor offers a sad smile,
"Do you know what year it is? Or your name?" Closing my eyes to will an answer to my lips I whisper,
"Beca Mitchell... And I don't know... what year it is... I do know I really need some water... please." He stands a bit straighter, gesturing for one of the nurses to go get it, and turns to the other,
"Order an MRI and CT of the brain, we need to recheck what's going on, and I need the most up to date records of what her friends said happened." I lay my head back, closing my eyes for a moment. I don't hear them leave, and I definitely don't hear anyone come back, not stirring until I feel a gentle hand on my arm,
"You sounded pretty harsh there, here's that water, and a little bit of jello if you were hungry." I thank her quietly, enjoying the jello as I fidget in the bed. They take me to do the tests that were ordered and soon enough I'm right back where I started, laying in this bed doing nothing. Now that whatever they shot me with is really wearing off, the wires they reattached are really bothering my skin, and I can't help but scratch around the agitation,
*Don't do that, they need to make sure you're healthy so they will let you go.* I look around the room rapidly, eyes wide as I search for who snuck into my room while I slept, but no one is there... *Down here.* I look down at myself, but still nothing is there. A moment later my hand starts to warm up, particularly my ring finger. Blinking as I lift it, my brows furrow, I am your soul sword, a guide of sorts, a friend to you, a part of you. I tilt my head, looking up and around the room one more time,
"Am I crazy?" I ask no one in particular. The silver ring vibrates a little,
*That was funny, no you're not, now focus, I need to see if you can call me forth.* I blink a few times,
"Uh... focus on what? I don't even know what is going on..." I think if the ring could have sighed, it would have,
*Just focus on protecting yourself, that nightmare you had, think of that man, and how you want to fight that sword he shot at you.* I frown deeply, closing my eyes as I think on it, opening my eyes a second later to nothing... once again. *No no, patience girl! Focus!* Growling I cross my arms tightly over my chest,
"If you're going to be bossy I'm not even going to try." The door flies open and in rolls the doctor,
*Saved by the bell... or whatever.* I grin, and roll my eyes, speaking first, "How's it look doc?" He isn't smiling but that doesn't necessarily mean it's bad... right? He bites his lip and lifts a picture up to me, it looks like my brain but just the outer part with a big black mark in the center... like a pie crust, man I'm hungry. He points to it,
"So... I don't know how to explain this, it's completely freaking me out, but somehow it seems you were... erased?" He doesn't even seem to like that word on his tongue, "It doesn't make sense to me, so I quickly played the feed of your brain activity and it just gets even more curious." He sets the picture down, staring at it as if it's the world's biggest mystery, "Your brain is coming back, slowly, the activity monitor flashes through the hole like your brain is there, just the memory is blank. I mean obviously your brain doesn't just have a hole in it... it's still there, but it's like none of this area will recall your memories. I would like to do more te-..."
"I want to speak to my friends." I interrupt quickly, and Dr. Malay nods but waves his hands around awkwardly,
"We... haven't seen them since the day after they brought you here, but I can get you your file and possessions if you like? I insist we do more tests though, we could unlock exactly why this is happening..." he goes off on a tangent, not even breathing at some points. I'm getting a little uneasy, my legs curling into a crisscross as I rest my hands atop my knees,
"Maybe my stuff will jog my memory..." I murmur, he nods and before I can think too much I have a few things already set in front of me. A wallet, simple and worn, carrying only a debit card, a driver's license, and a couple of bucks. Setting it down I grab up the black hoody sniffing it gently while inspecting it. Thank God it doesn't smell like the hospital, it doesn't smell like me though, or at least I don't think. I sniff again, digging out a sweeter aroma... bit of vanilla and cinnamon easing my shoulders into a more relaxed state. When I turn it a bit I catch another scent, lavender paired with fresh fruit, and I suddenly feel more at home than I have since I woke up. Setting it down I reach for the last item, a phone, presumably dead... yep pretty dead. "Did I have anything else?" The doctor nods and offers me some papers, I read over the initial words and bite my bottom lip before my eyes lift to meet his, "I am going to college?" I let forth a gentle laugh, dropping the application in my lap as I sit back and stare out the window.