Lilliana: The Oldest Maximoff [Discontinued]

Resurrection

It's been peaceful for a while now. I'm not quite sure how much time has passed whilst I'm in this state, but I don't really care. It feels as though I'm stuck drifting through my blank mind. I can't exactly remember what happened before things were as they are now...

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My peaceful drifting has been disrupted. I can feel a familiar presence but this time it's different. It's like I'm being drawn to it, I need to meet it.

I need to wake up.

I'm able to twitch my fingers, and soon my consciousness is regained.

"Ugh," I groan.

My whole body feels like it's been rusting from a lack of use.

I scan the room. It's got the proper equipment for a hospital room, but it's not nice enough to be a hospital.

It's quiet. I'm probably somewhere secluded. But with who?

"You're finally awake" an unfamiliar voice calls out.

"How long have I been out?" I question curiously.

"It's the 27th so about 3 months." He states.

"So it's the 27th of January?!"

"Yep," he replies simply.

He's very calm for such big news.

"But it was October last time I was awake."

"Yeah, that's because you've been in a coma for 3 months."

"A coma," I repeat.

"Do you remember anything about before your coma? What was happening? What were you doing? Who was there?" He rapid fires.

"I remember... A mission. People needed my help. We were talking down the Winter Soldier and the organization that he worked for. My friends were there. Nat, Maria, Sam, Nick, Steve" I list, "oh my god, Steve!"

"What about this Steve?"

"Do you have a phone or something that I can use? I really need to get a hold of him."

"No, I'm sorry but there's not any service out here." He announces.

"Where are we anyway?" I ask.

"The Netherlands,"

"Huh, okay?" I respond.

"There is plenty to do after you recover fully, of course." He smiles.

"Yes, of course," I let out an awkward laugh, "I'm sorry, what did you say your name was?"

"I'm Dr. William Smith." He states.

"Hm, I knew a Smith once. That was quite a long time ago, now that I think about it."

"Well, there are a lot of Smiths in the world so I doubt that we're related."

"How did you find me?" I question.

"I was on a business trip in the states. There was so much work that needed to be done, and it stressed me out. So, I went for a relaxing walk. Except I found your body washed up on the shore of the lake. You were unconscious and needed medical attention. So I flew you back here with me so I could properly treat you." Will states.

"Why not just take me to a nearby hospital?" I ask.

"I don't know... I guess I just felt responsible for you because I was the one who found you. I just wanted to make sure that you were treated properly. Although I didn't think you'd be in a coma here for 3 months." He laughs.

"Haha, yeah right" I let out an awkward day fake laugh.

"I'm parched, would you like something to drink as well?" Smith questions.

"Um, sure. A water is fine. Thanks"

He excuses himself from the room.

God, that guy was killing me. I hate being nice to strangers. It's all an act.

But, now that he's gone though, I can better examine this room.

It seems clean, it's not exactly high tech but it's modest. The view is amazing, but we really are in the middle of no where. And worst, of all I'm stranded here with a man that I've never met. He seems harmless- and he saved my life- but I still don't think that I can trust him.

'hes coming back'

"Here's your water," Will hands me the glass.

I hesitate for a moment before taking a sip. He wouldn't poison me on the first day, would he?

"Thank you"

"I didn't expect you to be up yet. Off of the bed that is. Up and moving" he continues to correct himself.

"Yes, well, I don't do so well bound to a bed. I need to be 'up and moving'." I quote his words.

"Well, there's a fresh set of clothes for you on the table." He points, "I'll get most of the medical equipment out of the room. This room is yours as long as you need to recover."

"Ok," I respond simply.

Will begins to move the unnecessary medical... Stuff. Whilst I make my way over to the 'fresh set of clothes'.

They're not terrible looking. Not quite my style. I might've worn them before... Well everything.

It's a small pink t-shirt and some mom jeans. And weirdly enough, they're my size. Hm.

I make my way down the hall to find a decent sized bathroom.

I subconsciously lock the door, upon closing it, and place my clothes on the sink. There's a mirror right in front of me, so I raise my head.

"I look terrible," I mutter.

I scan down my body, I'm discolored and stiff. My shoulder is fully healed, but there's an outline left behind by the tape. Scars appear across my skin. The biggest one appears on the side of my cheek. My guess would be that it's from the punch to the head I got from the Winter Soldier when I was trying to protect Steve. The metal from his arm must've cut deep because it's a pretty cool scar.

Alright, focus on what's at hand. I've been in a coma for 3 months without any of my friends- my family- being here. Does that mean that they didn't know that I was here? Or did they just never bother to visit? No, surely they just didn't know that I was here. But that means that...

Everyone thinks that I'm dead...

Author's Note:
See I told you that she wasn't dead. Did you believe it? Well we've found a new character that supposedly saved Lilli's life. But she doesn't trust William enough to believe it. Is he worth trusting or is Lilliana just being paranoid?