Greetings.
This chapter is very short, and it's based off a song. ... That's basically it in a nutshell.
Enjoy! Review if you can!
Nothing else I can really say,
~ Rachel V.S. World
Silver rolled in the bed, his arm falling to the side.
Thump… Bang.
A door opened and closed, echoing through the room.
Click, click, click.
Footsteps. High heels.
Shiver.
Something cold pressed against his bare chest.
Scritch, scritch, shuffle.
A pen and paper.
"Silver? Is that your name?"
Yes, it is.
"Could you sit up?"
Alright..
"Tilt your head."
Oww… Fucking hell…
"Okay…"
Huh? Her voice sounds off…
Scritch, scritch, shuffle.
What are you hiding?
Squeak.
A chair.
Plastic. With wheels.
I can smell perfume… She's close.
"Silver… you got in a bit of an accident."
Yeah, so what?
"A Quilava charged at you and hit you in the head. You've suffered a concussion."
Psh… That idiot needs to keep better control of his stupid rat…
"And, Silver…"
Huh. She sounds a little… sympathetic?
What are you trying to say?
Speak to me!
...Why the hell can't I talk?
"You've gone mute."
Yup, that's what happened. I promised, and I delivered.
Now, you all might get a little confused, but it'll become clearer later.
Your loyal servant of words,
~Rachel V.S. World