Although Aster had attempted at just brushing everything strange off while he was Jack, he found he could do so no longer. All the things that had happened with Jack were shoved to the front of thoughts, prioritizing themselves as the first things Aster had to think about.
Aster walked until the sun had gone down, and continued still. His thoughts had him lost deep within his mind, too far to recognize where his feet had taken him.
It took quite a bit of time for him to come out of his thought induced trance. When he did, it was with the conclusion of what he should be doing. I need to talk to Jack.
Aster looked around at where he was. Where am I? His feet had taken him so far out the city it was no longer in sight. He did a three-sixty turn and found nothing, but cornfields and a gravel road beneath his feet. Aster went to reach for his phone. Fuck. Aster was reluctant to admit that he had not grabbed his phone. And in his frustration an ache in his legs surfaced. Aster looked back to where he thought he should begin walking again. He groaned as he started to walk back to where he guessed the city was.
After several minutes later he saw a driveway on the horizon. He dramatically sighed in relief. Finally, I can ask for a ride. Aster walked a bit faster, although with a limp of an ache in his legs.
Aster stood at the end of the dirt driveway. He looked on with a bit of sadness as he saw the old house at start of the driveway. It was large and in ruins but, he did see the remnants of a truck out parked in front. Hopefully someone is home. Aster trekked down the driveway, that had started to become overgrown with weeds.
Branches of bushes lining the drive were reaching out to grab him. Aster ducked and shoved branches out of the way, until he made it to the front of the home. Aster looked at the truck he saw from the road. It had rusted from the years it had apparently sat out. Every tire was flat, weeds had been growing through the floor of the truck as well through the seats.
Aster looked into the sky, throwing his arms into the air, "Why?!" Aster didn't know if anyone would be listening. If they were Maybe they would come to help.
Aster fell against the rusted the rusted truck, he felt defeated. Aster looked towards the front door as he heard a creak. Aster's eyes brightened up at the sight of another soul. An elderly woman stepped out of the house, the rickety screen door slamming behind her.
Aster started to walk towards the woman, raising his hand to show he wanted her attention, "S'cuse' me, Ma'am," Unfortunately for Aster, she grabbed a heavy looking pistol and aimed at Aster. The laser sight pointed straight at his chest with a surprisingly steady hand, "Whoa!" Aster raised both his hands, "I just need a phone!"
The woman fired a warning shot that grazed Aster's shoulder, "Ain't got one! And squatters aren't damn welcome! " She shouted at the lightly bleeding man before her.
Aster got her point that she was a good shot, and took a step back, his hands still raised, "Okay," he brought a hand to his shoulder to put pressure on the slight wound, "can I ask a question?" Aster asked her with fear for his life.
The woman nodded slightly, "Take another step back." Her voice was raspy, from what Aster assumed was years without use.
"Okay," Aster took a few steps back, hoping it would put her off her aim, if she decided the need to shoot again, "Which way is the city?" Aster winced at the throbbing pain from the surface wound.
The woman held the gun with hand as she pointed, "That'a way!" Aster looked in the direction she was pointing. Then back to his chest, the red dot was still steady over his heart.
Aster groaned to himself as he realized he had started walking in the wrong direction, "Thank ya, I'll be leavin' now." He turned slowly as he put his hand down.
"Yeah, and don't be reaching for no weapon!" She shouted as he walked away, "You'll drop before you even turn, you damn squatter!"
Aster kept one hand up as he began his walk back to the road.
Once he reached the road, he began his long, leg aching walk back to the city.
Jack woke to find out he had no idea where he was, but tubes were around his face going to his nose and another tube was sticking in his arm. He looked around the dim lit room to find he was inside a hospital room. Why am I here?
Jack clutched his head as memories of the day before came rushing back. Oh right. There was that creepy dude. Then that car. Jack threw the thin blanket covering him aside, and looked down at his legs where the car had initially hit him. There were scars from when the car had torn his legs apart. He looked to his arm, it still had deep scratches from the when his body had skid across the asphalt of the road. He went to touch his face. It stung at the light pressure he had applied. He pulled the tubes off from around his face, he winced at the movement from around his head. He looked to his arm and proceeded to pull out the needle that felt rather long.
Jack stood out of the uncomfortable infirmary bed and walked towards the door, before he could reach his hand to open it though, it was shoved towards him.
An attractive doctor staring down at his clipboard failed to notice Jack. He was reading the clipboard quietly to himself when Jack tapped him on the shoulder. The doctor dropped his clipboard when Jack had startled him. He picked it up quickly seeing it was his patient.
The doctor cleared his throat and looked at Jack up and down, "You might want to…uhm…tie that back." The doctor looked at Jack pointedly, waiting for him to get what he was saying.
"Oh." Jack reached around and attempted to tie the backless hospital dress.
After several moments of struggling, the doctor spoke up, "Just let me get it."
Jack felt hesitant, but complied. He turned around to let the doctor tie up the awkward robe. When Jack felt it tight enough he turned around and stared at the doctor, waiting for him to say something. The doctor looked lost in thought though.
Jack cleared his throat and doctor snapped out of his thoughts.
The doctor coughed and began to speak, "Jack…Frost, I presume?" Jack nodded, "Okay, well, let me start off by saying," the doctor gave Jack a confused look, "you should not be standing right now, nor should you be even awake to attempt," Jack shrugged his shoulders, wincing at the slight pain, "So, if you could Mr. Frost," The doctor gestured to the bed, "also, I let your family know that you were in a coma from a car accident and wouldn't waking anytime soon."
Jack looked at the doctor confused, "Oh…" Jack walked to the bed to lay down, "How bad was the accident?" Jack asked as he laid on the bed staring up at the ceiling, unaware of the doctor's gazing eyes.
Taking his eyes off Jack, the doctor looked over his clipboard, "One of the worst hit and runs this year. You were in a coma-like state, until now. Both your legs had broken, right forearm had snapped tearing out of your skin, and you had a broken cheekbone, as well as a few chipped teeth, you also had six broken ribs and a multitude of bruising and cuts across your body." The doctor looked Jack up and down, "Seeing as how you were just standing, I'm guessing your legs have healed exponentially fast for how shattered they had been."
Jack closed his eyes, "Yes, I tend to heal rather quickly."
The doctor scoffed, amused, "I'd say, you were only out cold for a day'an'a'half. I'm not quite sure though, as to how you are not still in a cast. Did any of the nurses come and take them off without permission?" Jack shook his head, "Right, well, if they did you were probably still in a coma." The doctor took several steps up to the side of Jack's bed, "One more thing: you have two very large, very infected looking wounds on your shoulder and back. Any idea where you could have gotten those?"
Jack shook his head, "I just woke up one day when I was and had them," He took a pause, and thought about his answer, "My mother had told me I took a nasty fall."
The doctor nodded his head, "Right, well, I do still have a job to do, so if you could hand me your right arm," Jack complied. After he had looked it over, "Strange, just the other day when we had replaced your cast you still had a rather large gash where the bone had snapped out," Jack brought his forearm back down after the doctor had moved down towards his legs, "If this hurts, I apologize."
The doctor grabbed one of Jack's legs and lifted it, turning it to inspect each side of the leg. The doctor without a thought, pushed Jack's hospital robe up to inspect his thigh.
Jack blushed as he spoke, "Hey, lets keep it down, yeah?" Jack then pulled the robe down until it wouldn't go farther and held it there.
The doctor simply nodded as he continued his inspection of Jack's body.
Aster could finally see the skyline of the city on the very edge of the horizon. Thankful he had finally set foot on an asphalt road. Baron or not, it still felt better than walking on the gravel road. A few cars passed by him every now and again, unmercifully speeding past his upturned thumb.
As the city got closer with his slow, agonizingly painful steps he was glad that the psychotic elderly woman had at least the decency to point him in the right direction. Looked up into the sky, the sun was beginning to set. Aster stopped walking, and took a single deep breath. If I just run, and suffer more later, I'll at least be able to see Jack sooner than this pathetically slow walk I'm doing.
Aster didn't get more than five steps before his legs decided it was a good idea to give out. He fell face first, arms regretfully catching his fall. As groaned as he rolled onto his back, which was unfortunately a roll in the wrong direction as he was suddenly rolling down a steep ditch with pooled water in its valley.
Jack looked at the doctor, no longer staring at the ceiling, "So, how do I look?"
The doctor smiled, "Well, you look great, Although, your body is gonna need time to heal. We'll keep you here overnight, and see how you're doing tomorrow, and then also, your family won't have to hunt you down."
Jack smiled and nodded at the doctor as he abruptly exited the room. I haven't seen my family since the incident. I wonder what they think of me now? Do they still hate me? Jack's thoughts stayed tuned on his distant family as he soon fell to sleep.
HI! Look! another Chapter! And this time I'm not a Liar! Isn't that Just the Greatest Thing ever?! Sorry, this did take me Longer Than I wanted It to. I've been out of smokes for the past few days...and that is NOT by choice. I'm too poor to afford them right now, so I can only really bum..and lets face it..there's a limit on how many cigarettes you can bum from someone before you look like a dick. I've always been trying to get into the Dark Souls 2 beta, and It never lets me log in to it, I was selected to be a beta tester...They should let me play whenever I damn well please and have time! Fuckin NamcoBandai being assholes about two hour game play at certain times of the day. Other than that, I've been curbing my writers block and boredom with Dark Souls, leveling my super powerful fuck-em-up-machine character.
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