Jazzerman here, I do not own any of these characters, they are owned by their respected companies, blah, blah, blah. You've heard this sht before. I DO own Jonny, Nathan, and May Wily. If you'd like to use them in a fic, just tell me.

But I do own this story.

A Wily tale, the beginning.

Part 3

Brightness. All that came to Jonny as he opened his eyes was a fuzzy white light... At first he thought he was dead. But as his eyes focused he realized that he was only looking at a florissant light set in a white ceiling and from the feel of things he was laying in a bed. Jonny tried to get up but found that every time he moved a massive amount of pain shot through him. Jonny looked down and found that he was a mess of stitches, gauze, and dried blood. As he looked a little to his right he noticed that he had an IV in his elbow.

"You shouldn't move. You're hurt pretty bad and I don't want to see a cutie like you spend anymore time here in this bed." Said a voice.

Jonny looked over to see a pink and white female robot wearing a metallic apron and a nurse's hat. She smiled warmly down at him with navy blue eyes and red synthetic hair. She was a new model made solely to work with children. But although she looked very friendly Jonny didn't feel like talking.

"How are you feeling?" The robotic nurse asked pleasantly.

"My mom and dad... Are they alright...?" Jonny asked hoarsely, ignoring the nurse's question. His throat felt dry but he didn't really care at the moment.

The nurse's upbeat look faded to a mournful one. She clearly didn't want to tell Jonny what he could already knew... He would never see his parents again.

The nurse decided that it would be better if she tried to get his mind off such a sad topic. "Would you like me to bring you anything... Some games, some chocolate?"

"No... Thank you." Jonny said remembering his manners at the end.

"Well... You just call me if you need anything." The nurse said. "I'd be here if you need to get up or you just want to talk."

With a kind and somewhat hesitant look the nurse left. Leaving Jonny alone with his thoughts...

Weeks passed and Jonny's stitches where taken out and in their place where large and very noticeable scars.

Slowly the little boy was regaining his strength but his mood was always the same. Glum, unresponsive, and depressive. The nurses and doctors who saw him regularly noticed that he seemed to ignore everything that was said or given to him. Jonny just rejected the gift that was sent to him by his teachers and school mates (both did so with great reluctance). The only person that Jonny didn't seem closed off to was the robot nurse that he met when he first awoke in the hospital. He still had the IV in his arm because the doctors wanted to be sure he was being given the right nutrients to help him produce red blood cells slowly. The reason why being they did not want to give his system a shock.

"Don't you want to go out and play with some of the other children Jonny?" The nurse asked one day. "You can get out of bed now that your injuries have healed sufficiently for you to do just that."

Jonny simply shook his head and blankly stared up at the ceiling.

The nurse's prosthetic yet very realistic eyes gave the poor boy a look of pity. She wanted to help him as she was programmed to do. But just once she wished that just once she could go outside her preprogrammed protocols and give the child a comforting embrace. She hated to see young Jonathan writhing in quiet mental agony while she went about her duties. If she had been made with tear ducts, she would've cried each time she left Jonny's room. She cared that much yet was not able or allowed via her preprogrammed protocols to show how much.

A few people would come now and again to check in on the young lad to see if he was okay. Jonny had never seen before but he noticed that the robotic nurse seemed somewhat disheartened whenever they came. They never asked Jonny anything, they only ever talked to the nurse outside the room where they where sure he couldn't hear. Until one day the man who came regularly every week and the nurse came into the room together.

"Jonny..." The nurse said as she kneeled next to Jonny who laid in the bed. "These nice people would like to have you come and stay with some other children who have lost their parents."

"We've already had offers on two families that would love to have you come and stay with them." The man said as he looked down with a half smile on his face.

Jonny's eyes grew wide. He knew what he meant by 'stay with them'. They wanted to adopt him. That was the final straw for this small child who had lost everything in one frightening night. Jonny refused to go home with anyone save his parents. For the first time in his young life he wanted someone to die. But this feeling was not limited to one person, he wanted everyone to loose someone they loved and cared for. He wanted everyone to know his pain. Day after day he had to watch as other children where visited by friends and family and where comforted by their words of 'get well soon' and warm smiles. That really tore at Jonny. All this time Jonny had bottled up his emotions and now they the bottle had cracked.

Jonny's young face contorted in rage as he tore the IV out of his arm and shoved his way past the shocked adults to race down the hallway. Before the nurse could get in contact with any other nearby doctors or nurses Jonny was out of the hospital doors and racing down the pavement in nothing but a white hospital gown and a little blood where he had yanked the needle out of his arm.

After running as far as his legs could take him, Jonny took shelter in an alley inside a small damp box that he could barely fit into sitting down. Jonny went into the fetal position and cried himself into a deep sleep. He just wanted to go home...

To be continued...