A/N hello and welcome to the second chapter of Story Of My Life (name subject to change) I hope you like this chapter and pleas remember to review, constructive criticism is VERY welcome.

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I regained consciousness slowly. The first thing I noticed was the pain. There was a dull throbbing making itself known along the entire expanse of my chest and back, over all it felt like I'd been run over by a truck. The next thing I noticed was that I was laying on some sort of bed, the upper half was propped up slightly and I could feel scratchy sheets resting on top of me. After that I turned my attention to my ears. I could hear something beeping next to me but other than that the room was completely silent. I laid there for a few more minutes trying to make out any other sounds but I couldn't hear anything other than the rhythmic beeping. Of course then I noticed that there was some sort of weird perfume or something in the air that was starting to give me a headache. I opened my eyes to figure out what was making the smell, annnnd I'm in a hospital… crap. I examined the room I was in; it was relatively large with few furnishings, there was a chair near the bed and two more in a corner by the door, there was a vase full of flowers, which must've been where the smell was coming from, on a metal bed stand to my left and on my right was some sort of machine with lines going up and down on it (the source of the beeping) along with what looked like a coat hanger that had bags of a clear liquid attached to tubes. I followed the tubes with my eyes until they came to an end, in my wrist. Yaaa, not too fond of needles so you can probably guess my reaction to that. I yelled at the top of my lungs (read screamed like a little girl in a haunted house) and ripped the tube out of my arm as fast as I could. Consequently that also caused the machine next to me to start in one continuous beep as the lines stopped going up and down. 'Oops,' I thought belatedly as I stared dumbly at the machine. At that moment a group of nurses rushed in yelling about defibrillators and a bunch of other medical stuff. Once they saw me they froze in their tracks. "Wassup, mind shutting that thing off?" I asked pointing to the machine that had still not stopped its constant ringing. They just stared at me in shock with their jaws hanging open like fishes. "Oi! Are you gonna shut that thing off or will I have to do it myself," I said snapping them out of their stupor. Immediately the snapped back into action, most of them rushed over to me while one of the older looking ones turned to young nurse and told her to get someone named Ozpin, wait Ozpin? The girl turned and as she ran out I noticed something definitely off, 'a tail? She had a tail? Oh crap I know where this is going,' I thought to myself.

"-ok?" I was snapped out of my miniature heart attack by someone saying something.

"What'd you say?" I asked looking in the general direction of the voice to find the older nurse from earlier looking at me warily.

"I said are you ok?" she reiterated.

"Oh uh umm, ya, it's just that I haven't actually seen someone with a tail in real life before," I said rubbing the back of my head. Her eyes narrowed slightly and I knew that I had messed up. "N-not that I think it's weird or anything, I just never met anyone who has anything like that," I said hurriedly, avoiding the word fanus on purpose just in case. She nodded as if in understanding and moved on to press a few buttons on the machine next to me. Once she got the constant (and annoying) beeping turned off the woman turned to me.

"You should be more careful in the future, you could have seriously damaged your artery when you pulled the needle out," the lady told me reproachfully.

"Well if you could avoid sticking small pointy objects in me in the future I'm sure that would help," I told her, of course I instantly regretted opening my mouth. I never understood that saying about 'if looks could kill,' until now that is, seriously this lady could give a seminar on how to kill people with your eyes. "N-not t-that it's your fault or anything I j-just have a fear of needles," I stuttered shrinking back in the hospital bed.

"I would appreciate it if you would refrain from scaring your patient too much, Flaya," a man's voice said. The voice was calm and smooth and… familiar. I looked in the direction the voice came from and almost crapped my pants.

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sorry about the cliff-hanger (not really but whatever) decided that I should probably stop there so i could actually update. once again please review I'm still new to this after all.