DoomPet

Chapter 37

Deep in the infirmary the Slayer suddenly awoke. He sat up slowly, looking around as the hospital bed let out a little creak underneath him. Everything hurt and made him wince as if he was one giant living bruise. He was in the darkness of a small white sterile room with only one bed and a huge glass window. There were so many tubes and wires connected to him he felt like he was back in his sarcophagus. There was an eerie silence, and he wondered if he had woken up too early and the world wasn't awake yet. He waited for a moment and finally the world greeted him.

The Slayer watched as suddenly the room was lit up by a dazzling orange, a variety of bright hues stabbed into his eyes, making him squint and hold his hand up. He looked through the large window and saw something he never thought he'd see again, the sun, but not from space how it's all sterile white just like the tiles, no.

This sun was red and orange sitting low on the horizon with just its tip poking out beyond the curvature of earth, shooting out the most beautiful pallet of colors through the atmosphere. The sky was pink and red and orange and yellow all at once.

For a long time, all he could do was stare, as if he was hypnotized. His whole body and mind were dedicated to slowly watching the sun rise. He wanted to get up and look out the window but he was nervous... he didn't wanna see a bloody war zone, he just wanted to see the humans happy for once. How long had he been out? Was Crüe even alive?

That last thought was too painful and he shoved it to the back of his mind, refusing to even- he felt tears prick in his eyes and he tried to focus on where he was and how long he had been sleeping. Maybe a few days? He wasn't sure. There definitely wouldn't have been enough time to rebuild shit. He sighed and swung his feet to the side of the bed, dangling them over the edge and putting his head in his hands. He rubbed at his temples, feeling a familiar pain of a headache.

Ironically this felt rather similar to how this all started. When he was feeling depressed, just before Vega convinced him to get Daisy. The same lonely feeling was creeping over him again, it just wasn't quite as powerful anymore.

He smiled, he supposed he had gotten a little better. Vega was right. That AI always was. Man, he missed Vega, but he shoved that thought and the gnawing wondering of if his friends were still alive to the back of his mind or he truly might break down.

Slowly, he stood, grunting with the effort, and hobbled over to the window. A few machines were holding him back. A little feeding tube that was going down his nose, a bunch of wires connected to his chest, and a bunch of IV drips.

He walked over to the machines. Firstly he yanked out the feeding tube, making a hideous gagging noise as he pulled it out of his body. Then, he undid the IV lines from their machines one by one. It was quite simple. He remembered he took a medical course in college and the professor taught him how to undo the lines. Once they were all unhooked, his arms looked rather silly with each one having four or five tubes hanging off of it. He touched the wires on his chest and traced them to see they were attached to a tiny flask shaped machine tapped to his side that was monitoring his heart rate. He looked around and deemed himself fit to walk away without yanking something over.

He felt tired but managed to make it to the window, and to his overwhelming joy it wasn't a window, but a clear glass door that led out onto a tiny balcony, high up in the air bathed in the morning sun.

He opened the door and stood out on the balcony staring at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

It was earth, not hell on earth, but a reclaimed earth. There were trees everywhere, the streets were flooded with clear water that had shimmering fishes swimming in it, the hideous globs of cancerous growth had died, leaving behind large stone outcroppings. Most of the buildings around him had been completely rebuilt. The best thing of all though was the people.