Blank White Room
A slow stream of beeping noises was the only sound that occupied N's mind. He found himself in a plain white room, with no door or window. Nothing. The noises bounced off the pure white walls, and echoed in his head. He tried to stand up, only resulting in him falling back down.
"This doesn't make any sense..." He said rolling over on his back. A sharp pain shot through his chest. N gasped and made a fist, clenching his white shirt tightly. The flow of beeps missed a beat. He found it hard to breath, and almost lost consciousness again. He blinked up at the ceiling, not knowing where to go or what to do. He reached down by the side of his belt, and felt around for his Pokeballs. "What? Where-" He started to panic, and the noises sped up. 'My Pokeballs are missing...'
He sat up, ignoring the pain pulsing through out his body with each and every movement, no matter how small or large. He started scanning the room for them. 'There's no way!' He thought, looking around. "Reshiram! Zoroark! Darmanitan! K-Klinklang! Th-There's no way!" N stumbled to his feet, searching for his Pokemon. He couldn't stay on his feet for long before collapsing to the floor and crying out in pain. "Where are you?" He helplessly asked into the empty room. Desperately trying to stop the pain, N clutched both hands over his chest. Coughing, N couldn't keep his eyes open. The beeps persisted, faster than before now. Eventually, N lost his breath, he let his voice rasp one last time. "Where are you?"
The next time N had gained consciousness, the persistent beeps still echoed in his ears. He opened his eyes, relived to find he wasn't still in that white room. He sat up and hung his head staring down into his lap. After sitting in shear silence for fifteen minutes, an unnerving thought surfaced. 'Where are my Pokemon?'
N's head shot up and he panicked for a moment. He threw off the covers almost running out of the room shirtless, until he turned on his heels and grabbed the remainder of his clothing off the chair next to the hospital bed. N rushed out of the room with his white shirt unbuttoned, revealing the black shirt underneath. Both shirts had a hole in the front from the barb. N had twelve stitches on his chest, ignoring this, N ran to the front desk and skidded to a halt, almost tripping.
"You need to stay in bed until you heal!" The nurse Joy exclaimed, concerned for his well being. She walked to the other side of the counter, her eyes wide.
"My Pokemon! Where are they?" N, was on the brink of losing it all together. He needed to be sure they were safe. He stared at the nurse, who, in return, stared back.
"Your Pokemon are fine! They're resting. Now please go lay back down, the poison may still be in affect, and you could rip your stitches!" She nagged him.
N still found it hard to trust people, so he was a bit skeptical, but nodded his head and turned around to get back to the room he had woken up in, but someone stopped him.
"Mister! Please, wait a moment! Now that you're awake, would you mind if we asked you a few questions? ...To confirm medical records."
"Didn't you just tell me to go lay down?" N asked, in a confused manor. Staring down at the shorter nurse. N continued with a sigh. "Alright."
"Right this way." Another nurse said, pointing to the door behind her.
"What?" He turned toward the nurse standing beside him and then back at to the one by the door. The nurse beside N giggled and led him into the room.
N sat on the side of the bed and looked down at his feet with a thought lingering in his mind. 'How did I get here?' Pushing that thought aside, detached the IV needle and the heart monitor and walked over to the window ignoring the immediate alarm. A nurse ran in and almost fainted when she saw that N wasn't in the hospital bed. She looked around, spotting him by the window and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sir, you need to rest." Her voice was calm yet strong.
N turned around and sat on the windowsill. He watched in silence as the nurse stopped the alarms and reset the machines. "How long?"
"What was that, sir?"
"How long until I can leave?"
"Oh. I'm not entirely sure, sir. Although, you won't be able to leave until we take those stitches out. Sorry for the inconvenience." She said giving a shallow bow.
N sighed and looked out the window again. "There's no need to be sorry about what isn't your fault. Do you have an estimate of how long?"
"At the very least a week or two. It will take even longer for you to completely heal. The poison could take as long as three weeks to completely subside."
"What? I can't stay here that long. Is there any way around that?"
"Sir, we will try our best, but there's nothing we can do to make you heal faster. The poison is too far in effect for a poison heal to work. You may leave as soon as your stitches are out. If you do wish to leave early, then you'll have to deal with the after effects of poison on your own. Please, wait until your well enough to leave."
With another sigh, N Turned toward the nurse and nodded. The nurse gave him another shallow bow then left the room.
It had been an hour since the nurse left the room and N was still sitting on the windowsill, staring out into space. The question nagging in the back of his mind. 'How did I get here?'