𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗔𝗚𝗘

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 - WHAT HAPPENED?

I first noticed the darkness. It was grey and old, almost too bothersome to look into.

Following that was an irritating beep that sounded almost hollow and lifeless when actuality it was much the opposite. A long tube attached itself to my inner arm and up to a bag of clear fluid — it had a firm spot on my arm, refusing to detach at any cost. On the end of my pointed finger was a small box — I obviously knew much better than to call it a 'box' — but it had been the main reason that beep had been reverberating through the silent room.

I found out fairly quick I was in a hospital, but it took a moment to process it — there were a few bandaids taped around my fingers and on my face, but nothing appeared too serious. I didn't really feel pained either, though it was probably due to the many pain medications I was most likely on. The only thing I had really been confused about was what exactly happened — sure I can remember a few voices and faces, but nothing before that or after. I didn't know how I got here or my reason for being here.

I let out a huff of air, and looked around the room. There wasn't anything else I could do, so I thought to distract myself. The walls were a plain and simple ivory, cut off a few inches before the floor so a light tan baseboard could run all around the room. The curtains were drawn as closed as they could get, but the light shine of the sun still managed to string its way through and add a little more light in the room.

I knew I wouldn't be going back to sleep, so I had to just wait out the storm, maybe someone would visit — like my mom or another nurse. But all I was greeted with was the confused silence.

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I had remained in that plain hospital bed for a long time, it was a while before an unfamiliar face entered in a neutral uniform to pull back the curtains and hand me another dosage of medicine. She was quick to break into conversation, starting off generous by asking how I had felt but quickly followed with a multitude of questions I didn't have answers for.

I couldn't answer half of the ones she's asked me but she still seemed to take note of things. She adjusted a few of the cords and wrote down a few notes with a unamused look on her face. She didn't look very pleased but she also didn't seem very bothered by me — just tired. She had dark circles under eyes, a clear tell-tale sign that she lacked sleep, which was understandable, she was a nurse. I knew that my mother had usually been stuck working night shifts for many days and she's be greatly fatigued when she returned. She normally stayed in her room, sleeping.

"You say you can't remember a single thing?" She queried with a skeptically raised brow. She looked at me from where she stood beside the bed, her hand loosely tapping on her chin and just barely pushing against a face mask. I looked up to her after staring at my arm and shook my head with a neutral look. I didn't exactly know how to feel. "Other than the people who brought me here... nothing." She hummed to my words and slowly walked back.

"I advise you stay in bed a little longer, you'll need time to recover and build up your energy again." Her shoes barely made a sound on the hard tiles, the door she pulled back was louder than that — it's click to pull the handle and close it, that is. "Okkotsu's got some explaining." She hadn't given me a chance to respond, but I knew she understood I comprehended what she said — I didn't move an inch anyway. I had relaxed back into the bed staring up at the ceiling with furrowed brows.

His name...

She knows him, then. She may've muttered her words but I could tell she was a little unhappy — maybe even judgmental towards the boy.

The boy I keep running into, for some odd reason. But it's not that I hate our encounters, it's what they mean. The most recent one was odd — I still can't put the pieces together to figure out what caused my body to feel succumbed to fear in seconds, or why I ended up in a hospital bed, or why the two that brought me here carried rather intimidating weapons. What was the purpose?

I felt a strange pressure shoot through my body uncontrollably, and making my hands shake in nervousness. It was almost the exact same feeling as back in the school, except it lacked the overbearing fear I was forced to succumb to. I remained still, my eyes searching each part of the room before the door to the room opened with a swift and easy slide. I hadn't known what to expect, but it definitely wasn't such an odd looking individual.

With hair like white snow, a man stood with tall confidence at the doorway. He wore a strange uniform, what seemed to be 'church shoes', and an incredibly smug smile just below an ominous wrapping of bandages. He wore arrogance like a strong and spicy cologne, and he even walked with pride in his steps. I couldn't tell if I was supposed to be impressed or concerned, but I kept a blank stare trained on him. I didn't feel very eased by his presence, the smile of great pride and the strange uneasiness that grew when he appeared — it didn't make sense, but I knew something was strange.

"(L/N) (Y/N), right?"