Finally another chapter up. I've just been having writer's block with this story. But I'm nearing the end with my other story. So I'll have plenty of more time with this story. So enjoy.
I woke up again, feeling like I haven't woken up in ages. To be honest, I felt great. The headache I had was gone, but the dry, itchy throat was still there as well as the funny feeling I had on my foot. It was fairly dark wherever it was I was.
I tried sitting up, but my muscles refused to obey. So I took it a lot slower, eventually coming up to a full sit up. I breathed in and felt my throat become irritated by the fresh air I was breathing in.
I coughed and that only made my throat swollen even more. It hurt. I carefully raised my paws to my eyes and felt the skin around my eyes puffed out a bit. But true to some words I remember hearing, I was able to see a bit more clearly.
The area around me was dark. I really couldn't see that far. Only up to my feet, my right foot having a strange unknown object on it. I leaned over just a bit, ignoring the aching muscles, and rubbed on it.
The object felt smooth, yet a bit bumpy. I stopped, feeling no pain coming from my foot. This thing must be covering it to prevent the pain from becoming agitated again. I sat back then, the thing on my leg making me a bit uncomfortable. Come to think of it, the more I did think about it, the more I could feel my leg begin to itch.
I had the greatest desire to actually rip this thing off and scratch my foot. But by doing so, I would probably irritate the pain again. So I was at a loss. I turned my head as something began opening.
Walking in through the swinging object was a large, pink pokemon wearing a white hat on its head with short, pink hair styled out. Across her stomach appeared to be a pouch, for there seemed to be a large stone in it. I stared blankly at the pokemon as she stared right back, smiling.
"Good morning," she said, her voice sounding awfully familiar.
"Uh, hi," I said, wincing as I felt my throat throb.
"Goodness," the creature said. "You sound terrible."
In all honesty, I felt terrible too. I bet if I looked at myself in a reflection, I would look like a total mess. But my body seemed to be fine, well besides the foot. Only my muscles were aching and my throat was throbbing. And I felt my eyes puffed out.
"Don't try to talk much," the creature said. "You've been through a lot."
That was a laugh right there. Kind of ironic too. She just hasn't known how much I've actually been through. I rubbed my throat, trying to find a way to actually speak without having to hurt my throat further.
I shut my eyes and nearly jumped out of my skin as the darkness was suddenly replaced with lights.
"Oh I'm sorry," the creature said. "I guess I should have warned you that I was turning on the lights."
It was then I finally remembered just where I had heard the voice before. I was talking to none other than Nurse Chansey from yesterday. The itch returned to my foot and I slowly slid my paw down to the mysterious thing that was covering my foot.
Somehow, I found an opening and began to slide my aw in when something hard whacked it. I recoiled my mow stinging hand and held it with my uninjured paw and gave a small whimper.
"Scratching your foot wouldn't be a wise idea," Nurse Chansey said. "Especially a fractured foot."
I tried speaking out as best I could, but with each word I spoke, my throat swelled within me again.
"What... you... mean... fractured?" I could only ask.
"What I mean is that it is broken," Nurse Chansey said. "Walking on it, touching it, or mainly even tapping it will cause excruciating pain for you. So the best thing recommended for you is an operation to try and align the bone back together."
My heart leapt to my throat as my eyes shot open. No way was I going to go through with this operation. If they were cutting my foot open to fix my bone, then forget it. I'd rather walk around like I am now than have my foot cut open.
"How soon?" I croaked.
"In about an hour," Nurse Chansey replied. "You'll be sedated, so you won't feel a thing. I'll be back within the hour."
Nurse Chansey then walked out, shutting the big thing behind her. This was my opportunity to find an escape route. I looked wildly about for a way out. The only way that seemed to be my only means of escape was through that large swinging object Nurse Chansey came through. But in doing so, he would immediately be captured and placed back in the room.
"Guess I'm just going to have to go through with it then," he thought, sighing softly.
He continued to sit where he was, listening to all the noises that were coming form behind the swinging object. Forever seemed to be moving by real fast, or maybe too slow. He couldn't tell. He didn't even know how long it had been since Nurse Chansey left. A rolling sound passed by and disappeared all too quickly, freezing Quil up for a moment, thinking that it was already time. But he sighed in relief as the noise disappeared.
He fidgeted every so often, nervous of the long wait. Have they forgotten about him so suddenly? Or were they busy preparing whatever it was they were preparing? Perhaps they had other patients to deal with that they couldn't come back. Or perhaps something bigger was happening. He didn't know what.
He kept on continuing to think of positive thoughts that would leave him here for the remainder of his life. But he failed to remain in that state, just knowing that any time now, Nurse Chansey would return and cut his foot open to fix his bone.
Quil sighed again and fidgeted nervously. He looked around the room again, mainly observing what it looked like this time. But then, he finally caught something out of the corner of his eye.
Above a very tall climbing object was a big, square thing in the wall. I stared at it and listened as I heard something blow through it, sort of like wind. I grinned, finally finding my escape route as I began to find my way to freedom.