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(Nobody's POV)

He was sitting in a completely white room, with tiled floors and roofs. There was a bed, a stand and a white chair. A white veil hung over the bed - which was completely made out of metal railings, and white sheets -, a beautiful pastel blue vase with crimson red roses.

Beside him was a large rectangular window. His eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness, and he turned around. The outside was completely dark, nothing but the city lights dazzled. He let out a small sigh and flopped back down. A stabbing pain erupted in his chest and he let out a large cough. "Mother fu-"

Suddenly the door opened. And he quickly fumbled up.                                    The person standing in the doorway was wearing a white nurse outfit with a blue mask. She had perfect posture and held a stereotypical clipboard. 

She gently tapped the edge of the board with a pen and hummed gently. Until she noticed the American. 

"Oh, good morning Mr.States," America looked at her with the most visible confusion. "I-I'm sorry - what did you say?-" He asked, she looked around expecting to see another person. "I'm sorry, what do you mean?" She asked. America frowned.

"You just called me 'Mr.States'," He said. "And...?" She asked acting completely confused. America sighed. "No one has ever called me that," He replied smacking his hand into his forehead. "Oh..." She muttered loudly. "But it's fine, just don't call me that again," America shrugged. She nodded

"By the way...where am I and what am I doing here?" America asked looking around. The nurse gave him a kind smile. "Well, you've been checked in ever since...let's see," She tapped against the clipboard and flipped a few pages before making an 'Ah-hah!'. "December 25th," She responded. 

America's face fell. "What?" He loudly asked. "Yea, you've been here for..." She tapped the clipboard once again. A very large stab wound in the chest!" She said excitedly. America gawked at her. 

"How is that exciting?!" He shouted taking the pillow behind him and bashing it against his knees. Which caused his chest to ache with pain. "Fuck," He groaned gently holding the pillow against his chest. 

"How long have I been here?" America pouted. "You were checked in on December 25th, today is January 1st-" America didn't even let her finish before he started screaming and shouting. "WHAT?" 

Quickly he jumped up from the bed - occasionally stopping due to the pain - and threw the pillow against the window. Which - sadly - did not break. "I'VE BEEN HERE FOR AN ENTIRE WEEK?!?" He shouted clearly agitated. 

The poor nurse looked completely frightened at the superpower. "I-I've got a-a superpower currently throwing things," She quickly squeaked in the earpiece. America glowered at the nurse who just seemed to squeak. "I'm perfectly fine!" He shouted.

A pure lie.

He let out a loud sigh and clenched his fists together. "I swear to god..." he glared at the nurse. "How did this happen?" He asked. "Y-y-you were stabbed!" She squeaked. "By who?" He said while clenching his teeth. "I-I don't know!" She said panicking. 

America sighed. "Move out of the way," He shouted, which she obeyed. He stormed out of the room and standing in the hallway. He heard a large group of people walking towards him. Without a second thought, he ran the other way.