Wow guess who is the worst author of all time! Yeah me! Sorry for making you guys wait so dang long. School and drum-line has been drowning me lately but we are almost on break so I will be able to upload more stuff then. Well I hope you enjoy this long over due installment! Remember reviews make me happy and want to write more!
Disclaimer: Soul Eater will never be mine...unless I sell my soul for it which will never happen so yeah. It will never be mine.
There is certain level of dread one gets after waking up in the hospital. The thought of, "I screwed up," constantly plaguing your mind. That was exactly how Soul was feeling. Lying in the infirmary bed, wrapped wrist facing towards the ceiling, clad in the white pajamas the infirmary supplied. All Soul could think of was how bad it hurt. Not just the burning sensation in his wrist but the way his body ached all over. It felt like something was eating him alive.
Trying to shift to comfier position on the very uncomfortable bed Soul let out a soft moan as his muscled screamed at him. It was like he had not moved in ages. Well who knows it may have been ages. Soul had no idea what time or day it was. Turning his head to the right Soul looked out the small window to see the soft glow of a rising sun. 'Morning, gosh I hate mornings,' he grimaced. A muffled laugh sounded from the front of the room snapping Soul out of his train of thought. Turning his head lazily Soul's still sleep filled red eye met the spectacle hid ones of Dr. Stein.
"I can see you are not much of a morning person huh Soul?" The doctor chuckled softly causing Soul to scowl. Moving into the room the doctor walked over to Souls bedside taking hold of his wrist. Soul gasped slightly wincing in pain. Dr. Stein began unwrapping his wrist slowly as to avoid causing him more pain then necessary. Finally after several awkward seconds of silence the bandage was off and Soul sneaked a peak at his wrist. The cut was deep; deeper than he had ever gone before. Dr. Stein grabbed a new roll of bandage and began re-wrapping his wrist.
"The wounds are deep Soul. If we didn't get there when we did you would most likely be dead. Is that what you want; to be dead? Or is this the only way you know how to get rid of your little problem?" Dr. Stein put his wrist gently on the bed trying to catch his eye. Soul's eyes though were glued firmly to the bed sheet covering his legs. Seeing this reaction Dr. Stein sighed and moved to the other side of the bed. He tended to the other wrist much like he tended the other one. "I'm here to help you find alternative ways of dealing with your problem. That is my job after all. I'm not a therapist and a doctor to just sit back and watch you suffer." Done re-wrapping Soul's wrist he set it back down next to his side. "Try and get some rest, you had an eventful evening two nights ago and you lost a lot of blood. I'll send someone to collect you later for your first therapy session." Walking towards the door he paused slightly as if he was going to say something but decided against it opening the door and walking out into the hallway letting the door shut with a thump.
The sound of the door closing broke Soul from his trance of staring at the blankets. He let out a breath he did not know he had been holding and slumped into the pillow. 'Therapy,' he groaned inwardly. That meant talking, one of the things he despised to do. His voice was not bad, not too deep, not too high, not squeaky, and not anything unusual at all. He just feared that if he talked it would not be his voice that would come out of his mouth. It would be the stupid demons voice. It had happened before at the police station when he was being questioned. The police had been interrogating him for hours on end and he finally just snapped and snarled at them, the demon taking over his body. The next thing he knew he was in a hospital chained to the bed. He never wanted something like that to happen again and by not talking he made sure it never would.
The hours passed by slowly Soul drifting in and out of sleep. He would often wake himself up by rubbing against his wounds sending a sharp pain up his arm. After a small lunch of light soup he fell back into a semi-peaceful for one never sleeps peacefully when another is occupying your mind. Not soon after falling asleep he was awoken by Nurse Nygus, the kindly looking nurse who brought him his lunch. She helped him out of bed and down the curing hallways to an unmarked room. Soul had been expecting to be meeting Dr. Stein in his office so ending up here was quite a surprise.
"Go right in," Nurse Nygus said, "Dr. Stein is waiting for you." She gave him a soft smile then turned on her heels and left back down the hall to complete the other duties she had. Soul turned his attention back to the door grasping the handle lightly pulling the door open. A sharp pain went through his wrist causing him to wince. He let the pain wear off before stepping through the unfamiliar door.
Now Soul had no idea what he was expecting but what he saw was defiantly nothing he would have ever thought Dr. Stein would have him do. The room was of medium size with light grey walls and plush white carpeting. Musical instruments of all kinds lined the walls ranging from violins to flutes to guitars. In the middle of the room sat a black old grand piano. The paint was chipping and some of the keys were turning a nasty pale yellow color. Soul stood in shock in the doorway. Was he going to do…music therapy?
"Music is the way to the soul," Dr. Stein smiled walking out from behind the piano. "It reveals the true feelings a person may be masking and helps convey words that can't…or in your case, won't be spoken. That is why in addition to your two sessions with me a week and group therapy that both begin tomorrow you will be doing extra music therapy sessions. Now I know you can't play at the moment with your wrist but they will heal and you will soon be able to play. I just wanted to let you pick your instrument today. You know as a start. So go ahead and choose. Take all the time you need!" Dr. Stein opened his arms as if to show all the instruments at once.
Doing as Dr. Stein commanded he walked silently around the room looking at all the instruments as he was observed carefully. It took him a while to view them all letting his fingers run softly over some of the wood or metal bodies of the instruments. He even dared to let his fingers barely touch some of the strings. Finally after a good forty five minutes he wandered over to the last instrument, the piano. He let his finger touch one of the keys pushing it down slightly. At the impact of his finger touching the key a low haunting sound filtered through the room softly. The sound caused him to jump back slightly frightened. It was like the note touched his soul. He stood there for several minutes staring at the piano in strange curiosity. How was it that a musical instrument could make him feel that way?
"It looks as though you have made your decision," Dr. Stein said snapping Soul out of his stupor. Not breaking eye contact with the piano Soul nodded softly. "Good! For when you begin you will find music books in the piano bench or in the rack over in the corner. Feel free to use this room as often as you wish for you are the only one using it at the time; though you will be required to spend at least two hours a week in here. Have fun." Dr. Stein smiled starting to walk towards the door. Soul didn't even notice the doctor left; he was still staring transfixed at the piano. How had something so… so common broke through his outer walls and touched him like that? Nothing had been able to reach him for a long time. Playing the piano, even just one note, gave him the feeling of being alive.