Okay I failed with this chapter but I will make up for it ^^
You had a dream. It was an indescribable dream. You recalled that it had Tony, and two men, and a girl, which you've never seen before. Although you do think that you had seen those people from a dream you had a couple days ago, but you weren't sure for the dream had been blurred and disoriented. Loki had also made a brief appearance near the end of the dream, he looked . . . triumphant, as if he had just done something he had wanted to do all his life, and then he did something to you. You weren't sure what, but it caused a racking pain through your chest, up your spine and festered in your brain. The pain had felt so realistic it woke you.
When you woke it was dark, and you were lying down. It confused you because the last you remembered the room was bright and you were sitting up talking with some doctor and Tony.
The beep of the heart rate monitor was still there, same with the IV cords, and the curtains that once obstructed your view of the room were open, letting in the light of the slowly brightening sky. This time you made no attempt to move, you were too tired but knew you would be unable to fall back to sleep. You silently wondered what time it was, not only that, but what day of the month it was.
Time felt like it was unmoving while you lay there, doing nothing but puzzling out what had happened. Disappointedly you sighed, realizing that you could not recall a single thing other than pain and blood. Tired of sitting around you reached your hands back and shifted your pillow to sit up, and as soon as they were standing you used your arms to push yourself up. Just as you sat yourself up a small woman came in dressed in a nurse outfit and smiling brightly seeing you awake. "Good morning Ms. [last name]," she said walking up to you, "We were wondering when you'd wake up, but, that aside, is there anything I can get you?"
There was a lot she could get you, well, not get you, but tell you. "What time is it?"
"Seven in the morning on the twenty third of October."
You nearly choked on the spot, you've been asleep longer than you had expected. Way longer. "Do I have to be attached to these?" You asked gesturing to the IV and heart monitor. You were dying to get up and walk around, mostly to calm yourself with the sudden realization that you've been asleep for five months.
"Yes, we've had to keep a close eye on you," the nurse said, "Your condition has been a little . . . unstable."
"Take them off," you said, dying to be disconnected from all of these instruments.
"I'm afraid I can't, we don't know when you'll go under again."
"Take them off or I will." You growled at the nurse, making her hesitate before saying that she'll be right back before leaving the room.
You took the moment of her absence to rip out the IV cords in your arm. The pain was dull, but it was there. Blood bulged out of where the cords were connected, rolling down the curve of your forearm. You didn't bother to clean off the blood; right now you were busy getting off of the bed to walk around. The heart rate monitor flat lined with a droning beep as you ripped of the finger clasp that read your pulse off. By the time the nurse came back with an old looking doctor you were standing in your hospital robes at the edge of your bed with blood streaming down your arm.
The muscles in your legs screamed when you stepped forward, you felt unbelievably stiff but that didn't stop you from moving. The doctor and nurse rushed to you, trying to tell you to sit back on the bed. The nurse left, going to get another doctor and some towels for the blood. The doctor continued to try to get you back on the bed, but you refused. You tried to tell him that you just wanted to walk around but he wouldn't listen. You were getting frustrated with the doctor, wondering why he won't let you walk. You gave in and sat back on the bed. The nurse returned with a couple towels in her hand and another doctor in tow. She hurried to you, lifting your blood covered arm and began wiping away at the blood. As she cleaned your arm the two male doctors were discussing something about you, you were annoyed that you couldn't hear them over the loud beep of the monitor. The nurse gasped, looking over at the doctors and telling them to come and look at your arm.
Your arm was dyed a light red, but you noticed exactly what the nurse noticed; the spot where the IV cords where connected to were no longer bleeding, in fact there wasn't any sign that there had been any puncture marks there.
The doctors left, telling you to stay were you were while they went to do whatever they needed to do. You wondered why they didn't simply call Tony, he seemed to know a lot more about you then you did yourself. The nurse finished wiping off your arm and told you that she was going to go deal with towels and that she would be right back. You were left in the room in silence, the sun shining through your window. Standing and walking over to the window you wondered when you would be told of what had happened. Outside of your window you saw yellowing leaves in the trees, some falling off, some being ripped off by the wind. The nurse returned, and before she could say anything you returned to the bed and sat.
A couple days have passed that have all been the same boring things; wake up, eat, sitting around, walk to the window and back, go to sleep. You have been restricted of almost all of your freedom, and if it wasn't for Tony's visit you'd be stuck in that hospital forever. When you woke the morning of his visit the nurse had informed you that you would have a visitor, you couldn't think of anyone who would come to visit you so the news was a surprise. What didn't surprise you was Tony entering your room with a pile of papers of things he's too lazy to get himself or doesn't want Pepper to know.
He walked to a small table with a couple of chairs by it against the wall of your hospital room. He shuffled through the papers, trying to find something. "Aha!" He said slipping out a piece of paper, then turning to face you, "I do believe you've been here long enough and I believe that I can get you out."
"To continue fetching you whatever you ask?" You asked smirking, then adding sarcastically, "Geez, I think I prefer sitting here and doing nothing at all."
He smirked, "Well, in that case I'll just leave you here," he scanned the paper making sure that it had what he wanted, "I'll be right back."
He left the room, leaving you with the constantly changing nurse. You silently wondered what that paper was, it could be a certificate, or it could be a notoriety letter seeing as how he is your boss and needs you out of here to go hunt for various things. Hopefully, whatever it was, it managed to get you out of this place. You slowly became curious about the pile of papers on the table. They were just sitting there, tempting you over to them. But before you could decide whether or not you should go look at these papers Tony returned, walking up to you and reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a phone. YOUR phone.
"Where did you get that?" You asked, taking it when he handed it to you.
"Your house," he said, going to the table and sitting in a chair, "Five months ago, when you were imprisoned for whatever reason and then when you blacked out I decided I should go check up on the stuff I put in your basement. When I went into your house I noticed your phone was sitting on your couch. I figured you would need it at some point so I took it."
"How did you get into my house?" You asked, raising an eyebrow, "And did you go through my phone?"
"Your door was unlocked," he responded and you nodded, seemed reasonable enough, but what you did wonder was how your phone got to your couch, "And no I did not."
"Surprising," you muttered, turning on your phone to check it.
When it finished turning on you noticed that it had a password on it. You never put a password on it, never, even though you should have now that you thought about it. You stared at the phone for a moment, then at Tony, trying to decide whether or not you should just get Tony to get it unlocked. You sighed, "Could you possibly get this unlocked? I don't remember putting a password on it, so . . ."
He nodded, holding out his hands to catch your phone. Contemplating whether or not throwing your phone across the room was a good idea you hesitated, but threw it anyways. He caught it and began to unlock your phone. A few minutes passed until Tony threw your phone back unlocked. Before you did anything else you went to change the password to something you would remember. You first check to see if your call history and text messages had changed at all, but they hadn't so you moved on to your pictures. There you couldn't help but laugh out loud. There were various pictures of Loki looking curiously at your phone. Clearly your god didn't know much about technology. Tony looked at you curiously, wondering what you could possibly be laughing at, but decided to ignore you and begin to look through the papers.
After you looked through the various things Loki had left on your phone, which took quite a bit of time, Tony told you that he was leaving and that he would call you the next morning to come take you back to your house. Rejoiced filled you when you learnt that you would leave, you didn't think that you could last another day here, but then you noticed that Tony left behind the papers which made you groan; you had a lot to catch up on.