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The One They Call Beautiful

Chapter 4

'Where am I?' Nothing was in my grasp; only darkness clouded me as I was floating in gloom.

'Wake up…' I heard a whisper no louder than the wind.

'Who's there?' My voice created an echo.

'Wake up.' The voice was a bit louder.

'Who are you?' I saw a small fire gleam in the dark.

'Wake up!' The light burned my skin as it engulfed me. Visions of a girl was submerged in water with a mask on her head was what I saw. I couldn't see her face though.

My eyes slowly opened to reveal strawberry scented candle, next to my fluffy, comfortable bed…wait. I sat up in the bed as quickly as possible-which was a bad idea. My side began to hurt and noticed I had a cast on my right arm and was bandaged on my right hip. I looked at my skin and noted that someone had washed me.

Last nights' events flashed through my memories as I looked around the…room. Was I not dead? What about a hospital-shouldn't I have been in there if I survived? I heard a knocking at the door.

"Come in." My voice was somewhat raspy.

I saw the door open and for some odd reason I was not surprised to see Lucrecia come in. "How are you feeling? Better I hope." Lucrecia sat at the edge of the bed next to me. "Although I don't mind you being here, it would've been better if you received medical attention at the hospital. I know you don't like it but you should've at least let Vincent take you there." I couldn't remember what had happened to me. "Now let's take a look at you."

I nodded and want to Lucrecia's side as slowly as possible. She lifted my shirt with ease to reveal the professionally wrapped wound. I flinched as cool air met my skin when Dr. Crescent was undoing my bandage that was now dyed red. My wound was slightly bleeding through the neat stiches. "Are you a hemophiliac? Your wounds aren't healed yet."

"…wasn't I injured yesterday?" I felt my stomach turn as I saw her facial expression change.

"No, you've been out for almost a week." Now I became somewhat worried, "so are you a hemophiliac?"

"No." I nodded and noticed the window bringing in light. "May I go outside…I love the light," I hated my mumbling, for it made me feel weak.

"Sure, let me go get Vincent so he can keep an eye on you."

"I have a question." I looked up at Lucrecia," How long have you been a doctor?"

Her expression was interesting. Ms. Crescent freezed up slightly and her face became sad and nervous. "I… I am not proud of the things that I've done as a doctor."

"Have you ever lost a life before?" I asked her. Now she was really pale white as if triggering a memory.

Her face went from sad and nervous to happy and cheerful. She was lying. "No, I've never lost one before. Now let's get you dressed up into new clothes."

'She was very shaken up. It was probably best if I hadn't asked her.'

I was resting on my bed, wondering what I would do with the rest of my life. My arm was injured, I lost my violin, and I have stiches. Not pretty. "Great." I sighed in annoyance. I heard more knocking on the door. "Come in." My monotone voice was back.

The door opened and Mr. Valentine was holding two items. A small black box and…a violin case. My eyes widened in surprise. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly while putting the two items at the side of my bed.

"Happy-err…late birthday," he gave me the small little black box with a white ribbon first. I opened it and saw a silver, medium sized bell, "I don't really know what Dr. Crescent was thinking when she told me that this was her gift to you." He chuckled somewhat.

"But this says that it's also from you."

"No, to be totally honest I forgot it was your birthday," Vincent looked ashamed but then took the violin case and put it lightly into my arm, "This however, I bought with my money…I kind of killed your last one by accident."

I took the vase and opened it. As I looked inside, I noticed that this violin was brand new. The surface was smooth; the wires were no longer weak and snapping. It felt like for the first time, that someone actually cared…that is if that same person didn't mean to destroy your personal belongings.

"I hope you enjoy your gift," I nodded and put it aside. He turned and was about to go outside to get me a wheel chair seeing as I was not able to walk but I caught his attention.

"As for the bells," He turned around slightly, "Dr. Crescent believes that I should wear them. She says that I'm a cat. I don't make a sound when I walk nor do I talk enough. Just enough for it to be necessary."

"I see. Well we should best be on our way. Dr. Crescent is waiting for us." He turned and went for the door once more.

"Mr. Valentine," I said in a softer voice, "thank you, for saving my life."

"You're welcome." He left out the door.

'Should I tell them my name?'