I joined an unusual highschool that required several legal documents; nevertheless, I still got in despite my records for elementary school. Damn Anger. I wanted to join their Game Development Club but accidentally joined Theater. Sometimes, being s...
"Other than a few cracks on your skull and your mental limiter being gone but other than that; you're relatively okay. We still want to keep you here for a while in case there are any long term side effects of your fight." The doctor said as I rested in the hospital. "You're lucky that your ability manifested to lessen the damage to your head or you would be dead. Kinetics abilities normally show up when they are in extreme danger, so be glad it manifested when it did." While I was being chewed out for my recklessness by the doctor, I thought about the other three who were here as well, but we were all in separate rooms so we won't have to worry about one another. Though most of our injuries are somewhat similar, there are a few major differences that would make the hospital believe that separating us would be a good decision.
Well, Sora was with me at least. She seemed to be the most traumatized out of all of us, I was the least affected despite taking almost 70 lives. It was odd, I wasn't even fazed despite getting an up-close clear on killing and still nothing. It was even odder considering that I'm the more emotional one out of my siblings. It was better than Sora was with me to help her through this. I'm probably the most exposed to PTSD out of my group due to my dad being deployed twice since I was born.
"What about the rest? I know they may have PTSD, but what else do they have?" The doctor hesitated to tell me since Sora was in the room, but she was asleep if the noises were what I correctly assume. He looked away with a fake smile, it was painfully obvious he was going to lie.
"They're fine, they just need to rest for a bit. They should be fine-" I'm not listening to that bull shit.
"I'm not nieve. The evidence was clear that they endured sexual abuse based on their state and what they were wearing." He looked at me in shock as I held an emotionless expression. Earth isn't as friendly as this place so it's relatively easy to become desensitized to what they endured; for example Tokyo Ghoul.
"There's plenty of evidence that rape was involved with a few bruised ribs with Miss. Yorokobi haveing a few broken ones. Luckily none of them are pregnant, but they may need therapy." He finally told me what I wanted and not tiptoeing around my question. That guy's lucky that he's already dead or I'd go off on him regardless if he was in prison or not.
"Thanks. Do you mind if I get something to eat?" He nodded and left before I leaned back and closed my eyes; it's been a week since all that shit went down and I've been going through several tests and the MRI several times to piece together what was good and what wasn't. There is little information about humans here unlike in Safe Heaven, but there are only a handful of humans here so it was to be expected.
The gun I had was confiscated by the police for obvious reasons, but I wish I had something other than a knife to defend myself. Who knows, maybe I'll get it back since I was way more efficient with it. I was allowed to keep my knife to ease my paranoia so I spent most of my time just spinning it. It was broken from the fight and the hits I took, but most of the blade was intact.
"So you're finally ready to come back?" I opened my eyes to find Damian floating above me as the door opens, but I'm tired. I didn't care who came through the door now; life was sucking for the past week.
"Next time I'll text you when I'm kidnapped," I responded before closing my eyes again and just relaxing. I didn't need to look at the door to see who came in.
"You don't look so hot. Do you need anything?" I could tell it was Zillion from the voice, but what he asked wasn't needed; I had food on the way. I just shook my head and continued to play with the knife, I was a bit nervous from being in this weakened state. "Jackie looked at what you went through when it came to the tests. Why did you ask for a colonoscopy?" He was probably a little weirded out by this.
"My great grandfather died of colon cancer and I wanted to know if that drug may have put me at greater risk of getting it. Hell, if I got my dad's phobia and my mom's OCD, diseases are more than possible." That was a genuine fear of mine, but this would also mean that I'm going to have to get another one when I'm older. Better to make sure that nothing's fucked up, I guess.
"I'm just glad you're okay." I can tell that was Jackie, but I know I'm far from okay. My new-found apathy is still a little strange.
"Other than the cracks in my skull, my body trying to crumble into ice, and the weight of a ton of kills on my soul; I'm fine." No one said anything for a while after I finished my sentence; seriously, who would want to after hearing that.
"You look fine though." Okay, that was obviously Alice if I remember her voice correctly. I could be wrong, I have been unconscious for three weeks.
"Honestly, I have no idea why I'm so apathetic. Maybe the reason why was the blow to the head or I could just be too lazy to care. Then again, you already saw a reason when you guys watched my game." They shivered before I chuckled as they were trying their hardest to not throw up after walking into the base after it was hit with white phosphorus. Not gonna lie, it was really funny.
"What about her?" I know what she was talking about. It must've been weird seeing her next to me especially after what was played on TV. Can't get shit like that out of your head and seeing someone who was my girlfriend after weeks of not seeing one another must've been jarring.
"She has PTSD and other things I can't disclose, but the doctors thought it would be beneficial for her to be around me seeing as I wasn't affected by the incident much." I glanced over to her, a small crack allowed me to see a little bit of her. It did hurt seeing someone so defiant being broken down so much.
"Mr. Herrero, we brought your food." The doctor saw my small group visiting; guess he wasn't informed. "I must apologize, but you have to leave now. Visiting hours ended a while ago and the patient just finished some rather exhausting test. If you're wondering when he'll be released, it will be in a few days. The others will have recovered as much as they could from here around the same time. Please, if you would take your leave for today." They didn't say much and just left without saying much, but they did leave me with a soft chorus of 'goodbye'.
I waved bye to them a small twinge of guilt welling inside for not saying anything. The doctor left as I began to eat, but that feeling only got stronger until I couldn't contain it anymore. Many emotions flooded my system as that guilt turned to anguish and that into frustration. I guess that apathetic state was only temporary. I'm happy, but it wasn't as if my mind will not focus on that. It was one of the main reasons I tried to be the nice guy everyone likes or just fades into the background. Turning off my emotions can lead to horrible consequences or hurt others that I never intend to.
I'll just sleep it off, it often fixes most of my problems.
A/N: I realized that I didn't upload the picture of the gauntlet so I'll do that now.
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