Chapter 2

Title: Motions - Nausea

Oh... My head...

Can someone get me a doctor? Cause this headache is killer! I've had my fair share of headaches during my time in college and the early point of my life after finishing my education. Believe me, the final two years were a pain due to all of the theses (Is that even the right plural form of thesis?) and papers that had to be made in the short time span for a deadline was dreadful. And don't get me started on the jobs I took in the starting point of my career. Worse than a headache, those jobs.

Man, if this is what a migraine feels like, I have no desire in getting a real one. I heard that this was worse than a brain freeze, and damn they were right! It's like a hundred brain freezes happening at the same time! My brain is gonna explode from the pressure, I can't take it! I'd rather go into a coma than get a migraine! At least when that happens, I'm unconscious and I don't get to feel it when I lay on a soft, comfy bed.

Fear is the mind killer? Fuck that! Migraines are the better killers! They're the assassins of the mind that come out of freaking nowhere! Boom! Like a bullet to the head, but you're alive and longer lasting! It goes through the head slower, like it was going thrice the pain but maintains the force!

Ugh... I should stop ranting, it's making me the pain more worse. Argh, grammar is going out of the window now.

Wait...

What happened to me again?

DID something actually happen to me? All I remember was...a room. A room and a man in white. Was he my lawyer? I had a lawyer? I don't remember me, or my family, being able to afford a lawyer. Did I do something to have a lawyer necessary to visit me in a plain, nondescript room?

And why, for some reason, was the lawyer glowing like a hundred spotlights were on him?

...Okay, that was a weird thought. I'd like to wake up now from this awkward dream please!

"-ey, you...okay! Wake...please...ke up," I felt someone shake my shoulder.

Oh wow, I didn't expect that to happen so quickly.

My eyes slowly opened. The feeling of sleep that lingered there disappeared with each blink, but had to blink a bit more due to the light's rays hitting me directly, making me raise my hand and cover my eyes as my vision was clearing. It was only when a figure leaned down to me and covered me from the sun, making me look at him or her to see who it was.

'Huh? You don't look familiar.'

It was actually a guy. A young one that I didn't know. Probably reaching his teenage years. Looking at him, his brown eyes stared at me unblinkingly, a frown set on his face as he stood over me, making him look like he was stern man or just plain annoyed at something. I couldn't tell which but I noticed another emotion in his expression: concern, despite what I just described. He leaned onto his knee and offered a hand to me, to which I sluggishly moved to accept.

'Wow, his hand's quite big compared to mine,' I noticed when he took my hand, covering mine fully with his. With a pull of his arm, I gave a quiet wince as I was off my back and into the air before laying me on my feet.

Okay, I did not expect that. That being this person was somehow a skyscraper compared to me. I say that because this man was at least twice as tall as me, and twice as big too if his hand was a clue to it.

And another thing that I didn't expect?

"Heeeeey-yah!"

Being the target of a tackle-hug by some guy that came out of nowhere. If I wasn't suffering whiplash, I'd make a comment that a certain wrestler would be jealous but I was stuck in the arms of a stranger that did said out-of-nowhere hug all the while the pain intensified as he manhandled me. I also realized that the pain I was feeling now extended to my whole body. Meaning, not only the continuous swinging being done on me made me nauscious, it also felt like all of my nerves were on fire.

If this went on for longer, I'm going to die.

A sharp cough from the side made me turn my head. "Jake! Be careful with him!" A voice called-no shouted. Was that worry I heard? It was the larger teen who was watching from the side. Thankfully, that was the signal of the manic and nauscious ride I was being forced on to stop. "What's up Mick?"

The other guy pointed to me. "Can't you see he's in pain?"

Ugh, my stomach and my head and my everything. At least the whiplash finally stopped. That was one less thing causing my pain. Now let me find out the other ninety-nine problems I have.

Due to my nausea, I didn't notice that I was back on my feet, barely straightened and steadied on my feet, and finally looking at my captor face to face, albeit close. Too close for comfort.

"Uh..."

My vision focused after a few seconds, before turning back into a foggy mess. In that time I saw this person's eyes widen, before his expression settled in an angry scowl. "Yeah...he's definitely not okay." he said in a tense manner that gave me some confusing vibes.

'Okay? Sure, I'm fine and dandy. Just peachy! One hundred percent. All of my being is in perfect condition. I. Am. FINE!'

I shook my head, ignoring the sarcastic responses I had already in mind for him. He didn't look like he wanted to harm me on purpose. He was probably only worried and was happy to see me okay, for some reason.

One question though...

"Who are you again?" I asked, glancing at the both of them.

The two blinked at me, like I had said something idiotic or they didn't expect me to ask that question to them, and looked at each other. The next thing that happened was this Jake fellow grabbed his friend by the arm and dragged him away a few feet. He narrowed his eyes at me before crouching down, bringing the other guy with him, into a huddle. That was unexpected, I guess both of us didn't expect the other to do what we did.

While they were talking to themselves, I took the opportunity to check out where we were. Instead of occupying a small room and a table and two seats around, I was in a clearing inside a forest. Let that sink in for a few seconds. A. Forest. Last I remember was I was talking to this lawyer guy in a room. Inside some sort of building. Not in the wilderness! How did that happen!? What kind of sorcery occurred that put me in this place? I know I didn't leave that room. Losing consciousness did not equate to leaving on your own accord. Does that mean while I was unconscious my body was taken from that place and dumped here? That's...actually a good thing to do if you want to get rid of someone. But that's only good if you want to hide the body. There must have been some sort of confusion here because I'm not dead! Even if I was, my body was poorly hidden, just left lying around in the open. They didn't even try and bury me, that's just poor execution I tell you.

Oh, I'm leaving the point I was trying to make. Point is, I'm not where I was before and was put somewhere else. Thankfully not dead. What do I do?

My moment of observation, or at least an attempt of it, was cut short when a hand gripped my shoulder and I was pulled around, facing the two guys, whom were looking at me with concern and worry.

"Uh...what's wrong?" I asked, feeling a bit weirded out by their stares.

The two shared another glance with each other, one retaining his scowl while the other deepened into worry before turning to me. "We're need to go back home," Mick, the frowny one, declared. "Get you some first aid for all those wounds on your arms and legs."

Oh good! Home! Maybe I could find some aspirin around there to alleviate this headache and lingering pain all over me.

Wait, how did these two strangers know where I live? And did he just say I was hurt and wounds on my limbs?

'I'm...hurt?' I looked down at myself and, to my surprise, saw numerous wounds on my arms and legs. Cuts were scattered all around my limbs, shallow ones that barely cut into my skin along with dirt and dried blood littered along them and my shirt. Seeing blood on me made me worried, and foolishly curious. So in that foolishness, I lifted up my shirt to see how beat up I was to have such amounts of blood. To my shock, and to the two strangers with me, I was not just beat up upon looking at my wounds for what I saw beneath was a lot worse.

Purple spots colored several parts of my chest and abdomen, a kind of color that was not supposed to be there the last time I checked. Along with them were wounds that looked to be bite marks scattered all around. I even see one just below my right shoulder, which now that I notice caused the flashes of pain every time I moved that arm. Just looking at them made me wince.

Before I could react accordingly with these newly discovered injuries, my shirt was pulled down. I looked up to the young man who did it and I saw his frown deepened. "But not in your current condition," he added. "You're more hurt that I thought and in need of medical assistance. We'll be taking you to a doctor."

"What..." I trailed off, still confused on who these people were. "How are you...what happened... Oh my head..." I babbled, clutching my head as I wobbled on my feet. One slipped and I was about to fall when I was caught by the other one, Jake if I remember correctly, caught me. I should thank him for not letting me hit the dirt, but it proved to be difficult when I was hit by a wave of fatigue and a slight flash of pain once again.

"Mick, we need to get him to a doctor, fast!" Jake said.

My eyebrows slowly rose at his words as my vision started to fade. "Do I have a say...in it?"

I don't know if I actually got confirmation to my question or what happened after that as I finished talking my sight died on me and I plopped on the person holding me up on my feet. Seconds later, darkness caught me in its arms as I fell unconscious.

*-FT-* *-DoW-* *-FT-*

The next time I regained consciousness, I felt like I was walking at the speed of a person late for class, except that my legs were being held by someone whose back I was occupying. Feeling that bounce in every step as I tried to focus on being awake, it took a while for me to notice that I was actually being carried by someone, travelling down a dirt trail with an uncomfortable bounce. I blinked one eye open to find out who was carrying me and where I was being brought to, only for my vision starting to spin.

I gasped as one hand quickly went to my mouth, gulping heavily to keep the urge to throw up down.

"We...hurry! ...think he's...puke!" my carrier wailed, sounding quite panicked at his situation and not for my own. He didn't sound familiar at the moment, then again, everything around me sounded like I was underwater so that didn't help.

"Then...skipping," was the reply I heard from another, this one sounded like he was scolding this person. "Doctor...close..."

Oh, they're talking about a doctor. I wonder why? Is it for me? If so, I hope they're actually getting me to a doctor and not kidnapping me to somewhere unpleasant. That's a bad thought...

Ugh...why do I feel like closing my eyes...when I don't want to sleep?

My eye blinked involuntarily for a moment. When I opened it again, a blurry tall archway of wood was greeting us beyond the path's horizon.

I made a mental frown, just because doing a real one hurt at the moment. 'That wasn't there before. Did something happened?' I wondered. That was the moment my head pains made itself known again, and then I remembered.

'Oh...so this is what slipping in and out of consciousness felt like. I did not expect it to be so sudden like that,' I mentally remarked. Though the discovery of this was great, it felt kinda the reverse. In fact, I feel like throwing up.

"Hngh!"

"Oh crap!"

"What? Is he-"

"Out of the way! Kid about to puke here!" I heard someone shout as I felt a sudden case of whiplash, my arms holding on for dear life to whoever was carrying me as the wind whipped at my face. Next thing I knew, I was face first down an empty trash bin, holding onto the edges as I began retching a wickedly unpleasant stream of chunks and fluids.

Now I'll admit, this was a first for me. Being held upside-down in a trash bin was not a pleasant way to throw up. Sure, this was quite an experience to drink beer at college parties, but I'm sure this was not the best way to puke. What it did for me was only make my head hurt even more to the point that my eyes feel like they're gonna pop out of my head.

For five whole minutes, I - still upside down - held onto the bin, puking my insides out. When I felt nothing could come out of me after a solid twenty second of dry heaving, I pulled on the boy's shirt, hopefully so he could know I was not puking anymore. His grip on me tightened for a bit and he pulled-oh boy that was quite some whiplash. A few seconds of reorienting myself later I was back in my previous position, a.k.a. the bag of potatoes position, my carrier already back on the move.

'Is this how those bags of potatoes feel when they get lugged around like no one's business? Well, I'm no potato so whatever I think may not matter.' I paused. 'Then again, I was almost a potato earlier, considering my fading consciousness.'

My thoughts about being similar to potatoes was cut short when my carrier suddenly stopped, causing me to hit this guy's back and another bout of whiplash to fill my head, moaning my displeasure of it.

"We're here!" The boy named Jake exclaimed. The other one panted, breathing in air like he was thirsty for water.

"Ugh...ow..." I groaned out, feeling the effects of the sudden stop. I looked from under my carrier's arm. We had stopped in front of a single floor red roof building, with a bright red cross above the door and the words "Doctor's Clinic" by its side. I was about to ask a question about the reason we were here when we - Mick and Jake with me on his shoulder - walked into the house.

"Get him to a bed, I'll talk to the doctor," Mick ordered. I felt myself jostled as Jake made some sort of movement, before I was carried into another room in a way I experienced the intensity of a powerful earthquake.

My hands thumped on my carrier's back. "Hungh...Slow down...you...dummy!" I whimpered out. God my head is killing me. If this idiot won't stop lumbering like a giant searching for a little boy that stole his golden chicken, my head's gonna pop off my neck!

"Let...me...down-oof!"

I didn't get to finish what I was saying when I was suddenly off the guy's shoulder, landing onto the soft and bouncy surface of a bed, face first onto a softer pillow. However, my sudden landing had a consequence on me as it only aggravated my headache, doubling what I was now feeling. I looked up at him and saw him wear a goofy smile, like he had done something stupid and was not as sorry as he looked. Seeing that on his face and with what currently pulsed in my head gave way to something more easily expressed at the moment: Anger.

"Don't do that!" I roared at the teen, who jerked back at the response his action got him. "My head is killing me and you're not doing anything better to ease it! Can't you see I'm in pain?"

"S-S-Sorry! I didn't mean to do that," he apologized.

I'm sure that he meant what he said, but I wouldn't listen. I was in too much pain and didn't care what he said. I was just too angry to accept it and he was the only target I had in front of me. "You didn't mean to? What did you really want to do, other than attempt to snap my neck by carelessly dropping me on my head? Was that it?!"

"I really didn't mean to!"

"Shut up!" I threw the pillow at him, hitting him square on the face. "Shut up and leave me alone!"

What I heard next wasn't from a panic filled voice of my presumed failure of a murderer-slash-possible kidnapper, instead it was a soft one that managed to put my wrath on pause.

"My, oh my, such liveliness from an injured patient."

Both of us turned - I say both because I'm sure this brute that carried me here would turn towards anyone who was I'd take out my anger on - towards the door where we heard the voice came from. By the doorframe was an older man with dark hair, his face had a small shade of black that could be his beard growing after a few days of shaving. He wore the preferred ensemble that a doctor would be in, that being a pure white lab coat and, I kid you not, a stethoscope on his neck. Underneath it was a baby blue button up shirt and sandy brown pants that had a black belt around his pants, along with tan loafers to finish his clothing.

"You kids should really calm down. We don't want to suddenly hurt yourselves now, right?" The doctor voiced out as he stepped into the room. His approach towards us prompted the two of us to move, Jake taking a step to the side to let the doctor by and me, remembering what I was doing, directed a glare at him. He merely smiled at me despite the ferocity of my glare and sat at the edge of the bed. "Now, now. You'll gain a lot of wrinkles if you do that," he chided gently. He then raised his hand up, which I looked at questioningly. "Here, let me help you."

A wave of unexpected warmth came flooding through my head. The anger that I previously had was washed away, replaced by a more soothing, emotion. Calmness, serenity, peace.

Seconds later my head then touched something soft, the view had changed from the doctor dominating my sight to the plain white ceiling. Oh, when did I lie down? Why do I...feel sleepy all of a sudden?

"Shh, everything's gonna be alright, my boy," the man whispered, his smiling visage appearing once again. "You're in good hands now. Sleep. You'll be okay when you wake up, I promise."

"Huh...Wait. What's...?" I trailed off as my eyes became heavy and everything became blurry to me.

"You'll be okay," I heard him repeat, this time sounding so distant from before.

"I...okay," I trailed off.

Then sleep came for me and everything vanished.

*-FT-* *-Chapter End-* *-FT-*

Author's Note: I deeply apologize for the hiatus! I didn't mean it, I swear! I really wanted to get this out back in January but life happened and would not let me do anything for this story. I did continue to write it, not to mention the rewrites I made to the chapter. So much rewrites!

Next time, I'll just get a chapter out when I can. When I promise stuff, I don't get them out as planned. So please don't abandon the story! Also thanks to all those who stayed and followed the story even when I did not update for such a long time. I am deeply grateful for you!

Wyxlan out!