The examination itself was rather uninteresting as Aein looked out at the doctor with a bored expression. He checked his pulse, listened to his lungs and internal organs with an odd device, checked his hearing and eye sight, and really went through the whole wheel and more.
Seeming to look at his chart- by which the doctor had been scribbling for some time now- the brunet man stated. "Hm.. It appears you're physical condition has improved some since I last saw you, young master." Hearing something, or rather someone, almost fall from the shock of such words the two men looked towards the elderly maid. Again, she had that expression as if she were forced to clench her teeth on a lemon.
Clearing her throat as she corrected herself seamlessly, the gray haired woman looked down her nose at her supposed master. "... Is that so?" Resisting a twitch that nearly flickered near the edge of his left eye, Aein instead narrowed his eyelids. All the while, the somewhat oblivious doctor continued, "Indeed. Although young master Aein's stamina still seems to be low along with his overall strength, his internal body is perfectly healthy. His heart murmur seems to have also disappeared." Looking over into the deep brown eyes that didn't appear to hold much of anything the good doctor asked. "... but I must ask, sir, how is your memory? How are you currently feeling? Is there discomfort anywhere?"
Ah, so now we're moving on to the mental state are we? Fine. He would play along. Smiling without a hint of pensive anxiety, the young master replied calmly. "I'm feeling perfectly fine. As for my memory it's-" With a thunderous pound the sickly beings head began to ache. "Ugh.."
Inadvertently leaning over from the pain, the physician seemed to become alert. His hands soon resting on the young mans free arm as he knelt by his bedside.
However, whatever he tried to say fell on deaf ears.
That's right. His memories. How could he possibly forget? As a being who transmigrated, they were bound to come thundering in as memories not only imprint the soul, but the body as well.
Taking a few deep breaths as everything came crashing into his mind the brunet put on a pained smile as he concluded with strain. "... perfectly intact. There should be no reason for the good doctor to worry."
Tensing up after being rejected so plainly the brunet male seemed to let a quiet air reign over them before asking. "... and the pain you've just experienced?" Managing to sit up straight again with his eyes closed, Aein waved him off with his dangerously thin hand. "Simply a recurring headache. As the doctor noticed, I need to move my body more, or it may continue to revolt against me in the future." Gradually getting back on his feet, the young physician seemed to be both confused and concerned. To him, it was as if he were dealing with an entirely different person than the young Aein Peleca.
"I see." Speaking with hesitation, his turbulent expression was obvious as the doctor concluded. "Then I shall prescribe some pain relievers and talk to the family chef about incorporating more nutrition in your meals.. Please be sure not to over exert yourself and rest between any walks you may take. Then, I'll take my leave." Bowing to the frail looking young master, the physician promptly left. Of course, Mrs. Lemon-Face refused to move even an inch, but that wasn't any of Aein's concern since she would be out of his hair soon.
"Aein, I'll be escorting Doctor Thwine to the kitchen. Please rest until then." Not so much as looking at her and her ridiculously tight face, the young man instead made it seem like he had more interest in the nearest window.
It was only after he was given a moments peace that he finally shifted through what he knew for right now. When he was wandering the Great Plains between life and death, a goddess had come to him. Having been relieved of his physical form, this wasn't particularly surprising but still unusual. Most deities were too proud to anoint souls into their worlds, they instead sent agents of their will such as angels or spirits. Yet, the one that came upon him was a goddess- of that he was absolutely certain.
When she touched his soul, he could feel his very essence being shaken. Although he no longer had eyes, he could see her, he could feel her beside him as she reached out. She was impossibly beautiful, unreal to the very finest detail. There was even a light about her that was blinding... as with most deities. "Go," she had stated to him,
"go and live again as one of my children. Make his suffering no more and let his memories rest from their torment."
Seeming to come back to himself after revisiting such a vivid memory, Aein leaned back against his bed frame.
The first issue was the command he was given upon entering this world: to "live as one of [her] children" and "rest his memories of torment" or whatnot. The second was the sorry state of this body after actually being accepted into another world. Honestly speaking, this kid had less strength in his whole body than the transmigrators pinkie finger. The third problem was how he was treated immediately after waking: like an abandoned puppy in an old, rickety cabin.
Now that he had Aein's memories- or some of them for the time being- he would be able to figure out some of the torment the goddess had mentioned. It was the rest of it that would be a royal pain in the ass.
Rubbing the furrow creased deeply into his brow the boy sighed. His spirit nearly leaving his body from the hassle as he moved to get up. It would be a long road if he didn't start moving in place of the past young master and longer still if this physical condition remained persistent.
Beginning with some basic stretches, the dark haired male made sure to loosen as many muscles on his own as possible. His ghostly arms reaching towards the ceiling as his weight transfered into his lower body. By doing this he could also adjust his brittle joints as he rolled each shoulder and arm in circular motions.
The subsequent minutes consisted of various upper and lower body maneuvers. Aein somehow stretched both his arms and legs, his torso and spine, and even his wrists and ankles. By the end of it, he found himself laying on the filthy floor, completely spent of energy. "Haaah..." Sighing audibly as he lie there in dejection, the soul beneath his skin managed to be even more annoyed as he stared holes into the ceiling. This was going to be a long journey.
Propping himself up on his elbows the now sweaty young man looked to the outdoors. Eventually, he hoped, he would make it out there. Out amongst the breeze and fresh grasses. Where he could look at the open sky, stare into the clouds and not have to worry about his measly health.. nor this strange quest that he was forced to undertake. For now, Aein would have to make do with staying in doors as he flopped back down on the floor. The filthy, dusty floor that smelled of old wood and moth balls.
