Beyond Two Siblings

Low Profile, High Reputation

Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Huh? Wha...?" The white light blinded her.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

She blinked numerous times, adjusting to the brightness. Afterwards, she glanced to the clock that hung by the side of the wall. It read 5 in the afternoon.

Everything seriously hurts.

"We'll leave... be." Muffled voices were heard in the distance. "... blown a hit... significant part of ...head..."

The beeping slowly faded out. Lynn's were eyes heavy and thick with sleep. Her movements were groggy, and it was cold. There was rain outside, even though the forecast mentioned it to be sunny today, and there was the faint buzzing of an on A/C. This wasn't her room with sports posters everywhere. And wait... she looked down. These weren't her sheets. Nor was this her outfit!

A lightning of skepticism struck her the moment a smell of alcohol stung her nose before the dull color of the room woke her fully. She glanced up her hand and saw needles attached with the end being in a water bag. The beeping that woke her up was the familiar sound of a heart monitor. It hit her... this was her second home... not a place she wasn't used to. But why? Why was she here? In the hospital? Shouldn't she be at school?

"Oh, you're awake!" A motherly voice echoed in her ears. She turned her head to the source and saw a middle-aged blonde woman smiling at her. Lynn would've thought it was mom if not for the thick glasses and white coat. "I'm your doctor, Mrs. Adams."

Um... okay. She was still left in the dark. "Huh?... How'd I even end up here?"

"Oh, so you don't remember? It must've been the anesthesia." Mrs. A, as Lynn would call her mentally, pulled out a clipboard she tucked under her arm and looked at it. "You were sent here by the nurses of Royal Woods Middle School after..." The doctor winced seeing whatever document she was reading. "Getting a physical beating from a gang of schoolboys."

Lynn gasped. Oh yeah... the thing with Lincoln... to the school bullies... Dylan...

She shot up in realization, hissing when pain shot her usually strong arms, and the world started to spin before it forced her back into collapsing on the bed. And wait, why couldn't she feel her hand?

"Careful. Your body isn't in its best condition right now." Concern dripped from her tone.

She backed down with a grunt, resting her weary head on the pillow. "Ouch..." Lynn mumbled. A pool of fear pumped adrenaline in her hear, and she took a look at her numb hand. When she was groggy before, she was shot awake now. "Wait... w-why does my hand have stitches?"

'Oh, that.' Dr. Adams adjusted her glasses. 'My bad. I forgot to inform you, that you actually underwent a surgery a few minutes ago.'

"Say what?"

"Your wrist had been dislocated." Lynn visibly flinched at that. But her doctor smiled. "Don't worry, Ms. Lynn. Injuries heal in time."

Lynn shot her a smile back, even if it wasn't genuine. Yeah, it will. But I won't.

Shutting her eyes for a moment, the painful throbbing of her body from head to toe was hitting her full force. Defeat sank her heart, and it churned her guts in anger. She was used to pain... everyday was a day full of it when you're playing in all the sports teams in town. This wasn't any different, but from how she couldn't even sit up, maybe it was.

Dr. Adams pulled out a phone, before looking back at Lynn. "Ms. Lynn, you have visitors." She smiled when her patient looked at her with apprehension. "Don't worry. They'll be happy to see you. Just wait for a few minutes, they're coming."