Curious Adventurer

Dr. Richardson

Pennie was laid down in a twin-sized bed. The doctor was carefully treating her bruises. 'Paul' is sitting in the corner, looking directly at her, making Pennie think that he was worried. It did make her feel a bit comfortable around the two but she still had her guard up.

Out of the many things she could worry about in the moment, the new main source of her worries is her mom catching her with possible bone fractures. It made her sigh and close her eyes shut.

"Does it hurt?" The doctor asked after seeing her actions.

"No." Although it did kind of hurt her, it wasn't why she sighed. A child will always be worried if their mother is bound to giving them an earful.

"Why the sigh?" He asked, slightly glancing at her.

"Nothing." As much as her mom worries her, there were still questions, that now, could be little by little be asked. "May I ask a question?"

"What is it?" Not looking at her because he was busy dabbing medicine in a cotton on Pennie's bruise in her elbow.

"Why here? In this place I mean, why do you live here? Why is he here? Why are you here? Am I in danger? Who are you even? "

"You asked if you could ask a question, not five of them. But yes, I counted. Why here, you ask? I cannot answer that in the moment. Why is he here? He's here because he is your twin. No, you are not in danger. In fact, you are now the person who's going to give justice to hundreds of people who have been in physical danger because of your mother's medicine. And who am I? I'm Dr. Richardson and I am your father."

The full paragraph that this man had just delivered to Pennie made her shocked, on the contrary, the doctor, who is now possibly but hopefully not her father now, stayed as calm as he was ever. Every answer he gave deserved years to even dissect.

Again, more questions are caused by questions. Asking should make a person less confused about a certain situation, but it seems like Pennie didn't have that type of thing in her life. All the answers were not at all making her feel how an answer should. At this point, Pennie wasn't allowing herself to be speechless anymore, she just voiced all of her thoughts.

"You can't answer at the moment? Wha-What is that even supposed to mean? He's my twin? My biological brother? What? I don't even have a brother? I don't even have a father. We don't look alike at all. Is this some kind of joke? What, what is this? And how did you know about my mother's medicine? It makes sense that you've heard of it, but justice? What in the world are you talking about?"

"Which one of those do you want me to answer?" Asked to Pennie, not looking at her, but she can still see his slight grin.

"Are you really my father?" Pennie says, glaring at the doctor, still hoping with all possible hope that it wasn't true.

"Yes." Calmer than anyone has ever been, Dr. Richardson says.

"That's not true. Why, why are you here?"

"I will not tell you anything about that now, but I will tell you something you need so much more."

"What is it?" She asks. The man's tone made her more curious.

"You, will bring justice to all things your mother has ruined." Pennie needed something from someone, when she does, she gets it, no matter how hard it gets to get it. Evidently, Dr. Richardson wasn't saying enough for her to fully grasp what he means.

"That's it?" Now just feeling like rage is filling her body and soul, Pennie says. The Doctor nodded acting like he didn't see Pennie's facial expressions.

Pennie got her backpack even while Dr. Richardson was still in the process of treating her wounds. She rushed out of the building but she was stopped by a sentence spoken by the doctor. She gave a slight glance to 'Paul' before getting passed the door, and he was looking, but that was her way to show him that boy who looked exactly like her, sitting in the corner, was noticed.

"You can run away now, but you will never be able to fully do so." The sentence gave Pennie chills, it scared her more than she already is of the place and the people around her. It was as if like he knew the future, and that he knew exactly what would happen.

"What does that even mean?" She shouted to get heard as clear as possible. It was both a rhetorical and an actual question that needed to be answered. She was wondering what it meant but she was still a child who needed to express herself.