Roblox Piggy: F.E.A.R

6.1 - Hospital

Lucinda's POV:
A bright light poured its white rays into my eye the second I opened it.

I reached my hand up to rub my eye and groaned. Luciana told me that I'd wake up in the hospital, but right now it felt like I was looking directly at the sun on a hot summer afternoon. A part of me wondered if staring at the sun would've been better than being in the middle of what was practically a zombie apocalypse. After staring at the light for a few seconds, I finally decided to turn around and process my surroundings.

The smell of medicine, alcohol, and fresh bedsheets filled my nose. The sound of a heart monitor and an air ventilator filled my ears. I looked down and panicked once I realized that I wasn't in my usual clothes. Instead, I found myself wearing a hospital gown. I looked around and felt relieved when I saw my previous clothes, now clean, sitting on the counter a few feet away from where I was laying down. I didn't smell like sewer water either, which made me relieved. Someone must've caught me when I fell down back at the school's disgusting sewers.

I looked cleaner than usual too, the forest dirt that once covered me was gone. My hair was in the same hairstyle, but more neat. I was glad that the little braid still sat on my shoulder. The throbbing pain in the back of my head wasn't gone, but it didn't hurt as much as it used to. My ankle didn't hurt anymore, too. I wish I could've said the same for my neck, which still hurt, but not as much as it used to. My empty eye socket felt even better than before. Overall, I felt better than before.

However, I didn't let my guard down because someone was squeezing my hand.

The hand squeezed mine gently. It was warm and comforting. I wasn't used to this feeling. I hadn't felt it in a long time. The person's thumb stroked my dorsal side gently as the other four fingers held my small and weak hand protectively. I knew that the hand belonged to someone older than me because it felt bigger than the hand of someone my age. I was still getting used to receiving love and affection from others, so I felt my cold cheeks heat up again.

I kept my eye on the ceiling tiles above me as the mysterious person lifted my hand up and put their other hand ontop. Now my small hand was wrapped protectively around the other person's hand. I did appreciate the affection I was getting, but one question still lingered in my head: Why me? Why did I have to lose my family? Why did I have to have the lives of hundreds of people on my shoulders? Why did I have to pay the price for someone else's mistakes? Why was I born in such a cruel world?

Why me?

"Bunny...?" I muttered as I turned around to face the young adult, who was the one holding my hand, beside me. Not even a second after, Bunny looked up at my tired face. I noticed slight tears in her working eye as she smiled at me. "Cindy, you're finally awake!" She said as she helped me sit up. Soon, I found that her arms were wrapped around my figure once more. One hand sat ontop of my head while the other wrapped around my chest and clung onto my shoulder for dear life as if I'd fade away somehow.

"You really had me worried, y'know?" Bunny murmured into my hair. The atmosphere seemed a bit depressing, so I decided to try and lighten the mood. "Did I...fall in the sewer water?" I asked. Bunny chuckled. "You don't even know what happened while you were out, and that's what you're worried about?" She asked. Bunny pulled away from me and put her hand on my shoulder. "There's something I needed to talk to you about, but maybe you should change out of that hospital gown first," she said before pointing to my now clean clothes on the marble counter.

I nodded before slowly getting off the hospital bed I was on and walking towards my folded clothes. I picked them up before going behind the hospital divider that was there and changed out of the hospital gown. I felt some sort of comfort when my sister's trench was back around me. It felt like ice was being melted off of me by a warm fire. I sighed at the feeling as I wrapped the long brown scarf around my neck and watched it drape down behind me. It reminded me of the cape Luciana always wore when we spoke.