Frodo looked up. From the healer's house, fighter ships flew by the windows, flying away in a mad dash to reach their next target. Frodo climbed out of bed, making his way towards the window. It was still dark, but all throughout the skies, Frodo could see starships protruding the night sky, as if they were waiting for something to happen.

"There's nothing you can do," the light red dragon said, chuckling as he admired their current situation. Frodo faced him, unsure what to make of him. It was as if he forgot about him again, and then remembered he wasn't alone, that there was a dragon with him.

A humanoid dragon creature, that is, with no wings. How… how did a dragon not have wings? That made this dragon lizard-like in appearance, even if he was a dragon. Still, this light red dragonoid creature smirked, laughing up a storm as he tried to recover his dignity.

Frodo gulped. He didn't feel safe around this dragonoid creature, and with good reason. He didn't know if he could trust this dragon-like creature. He was about to find out how much their companionship would last. "What can I do? You're not the boss of me. You know that?" Frodo shook his head, telling the creature, "You don't own me."

The light red dragonoid held his arms up in the air, as if he was expecting a bear hug or something. The dragonoid clamped his scaly light red hands under his armpits, laughing up a storm. Frodo looked at him, annoyed and petrified.

"I don't need you," Frodo said, capable of making his own choices.

"Suit yourself," the light red dragonoid said. "It's not like we're going anywhere." He gestured between them, saying to him, "Between you and I, I think I have the advantage. I'm Parker Dooley. You came here, due to me bringing you here."

Frodo's eyes widened. He shook his head several times. "You're not the boss of me. This is mental!"

The light red dragonoid smirked, quite enjoying Frodo's company. "I like you. Thinking you won't cause trouble? You're mistaken."

"Stop! Ehh!" Frodo collapsed on the floor, feeling his head.

At first, he thought it was the end. But that simply wasn't the case. He looked up as the healers dived in, observing him and checking his temperature. Frodo let out a yelp as a needle came his way, injecting some liquid into his rear. Frodo shrieked, calming down in moments. The healers checked on him some more.

Frodo hardly paid attention to the dragonoid. Frodo was lifted back into bed, where sleep met him.

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Parker observed Frodo's sleeping form. The poor hobbit had no recollection of past events, nor of what happened to him. Parker looked at the healers, surprised they were circling him now. What did they want with him?

"What do you want?" Parker asked the healers, confused and fearful.

"You're coming with us. It's no good that you're a patient here, too. A patient who remembers," one of the healers, a hobbit with burly dark hair, said with his hands placed on his hips. "So, you're coming with us. We have some experiments we want to try out on you."

Parker gulped. He didn't like the sound of that. "What did you do to Frodo?"

"Well, if you want to stay here, you'll have to be put under the same treatment our Mr. Frodo Baggins has. You won't remember a thing," a female hobbit healer said, pinning his scaly light red arm on the bed.

"Wait. What are you going to do?!" Parker screeched, right as he felt a needle poke his right arm. He didn't know what was happening. All he knew was that he collapsed on the bed, lost in his own thoughts.

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The second he awoke Parker could feel shockwaves rushing through his brain. The moment it finished, he stayed on his hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was hard for him to open his eyes. What had he been through? His brain felt like it was there, but at the same time, he was worn down, exhausted.

It was as if his mind had been pounded by the Titan Thanos, as if that would resolve anything. He looked up and around him as his bed was taken back into his bedroom. He was placed back in his bed next to a rather strange child. The child looked like an adult, but he had the chubby cheeks.

"What? What…" Parker murmured, feeling relaxed. He fell asleep on his bed, having no recollection of what he just went through. Whatever the case, his room was occupied by himself and this child-like creature. It was enough to leave him lulled. The last thing he remembered was the gentle sound of the air conditioner, humming in the background. It cooled down the room, making him feel at peace, as sleep overwhelmed him.

End of Introduction.

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References:

Thanos, the Mad Titan, comes from Marvel Comics and the Marvel Cinematic Universe.