A Different World (HUNTER X HUNTER)

STATE X OF X MIND

WARNING: story contains the following
-drug use
-disturbing imagery
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"Reports say that a malfunction in one of the planes caused a physical wave at the international airport of The Mimbo Republic. As of right now, the deaths of 70 passengers and staff along with 5 dead in the building. 35 injured, 6 who are in critical condition, and 2 who have succumbed to their injuries. Stay tuned to know more about the said malfunction on the plane."

(Y/N) turned off the T.V in front of her, lying back down on the hospital bed she rested in. She was amount the small percentage who wasn't in serious condition but she was being treated for the minor puncture wounds on her body. (Y/N) reached to the tenable to her right to grab the unopened jello snack, luckily the pain medication partially numbed the pain and she wasn't limited on her movements.

The door creaked open, a tall, skinny, man wearing a lab coat came in. He wore blue scrubs, messy black hair with stubble on his chin. Carrying an IV bag and a board,
"Alright Miss, how are you feeling right now?"
"Ready to leave, I'm sorry who are you again?"
(Y/N) asked, watching her 'doctor' look behind him to look at the white board with her actual doctor's name,
"I'm Dr. Row, unfortunately as a minor I can't let you be discharged without a parent or guardian. I've talked to the nurses about your condition, no glass has entered your bloodstream which is a good thing. No glass has gone deep enough to hit a major artery but they do seem to be inflamed from a possible infection forming. I have your next IV bag here, apart from the usual Sodium Chloride I've ordered antibiotics to be in this solution as well."
He explains while walking to the computer desk to set the clipboard down. He walked over the hook holding the still halfway full bag. (Y/N) stops the doctor by grabbing his wrist,
"Bullshit"
She mutters, tightening her grip till he drops the new IV bag,
"Dr. Row is a much older lady. I'll ask again, who the fuck are you?"
The doctor in question stares at her for a moment. He side eyes his surroundings before leaning down to (Y/N)'s ear,
"The girl with the tattoo. That's what they call you. If you want to leave, I suggest you follow my lead."
He whispers, (Y/N) relaxed and released 'Dr. Row's hand as he picks up the fallen IV bag. He replaces the old bag as he pulls up a chair and his clipboard. He pulls out a stack of Polaroid cards, placing them in front of (Y/N),
"Look at these photos carefully, imagine yourself in these photos"
(Y/N) listens to his instructions, picking up a few photos. The photos were of one room in different angles. It was a desk on the wall, next to it a sleeping bag. However the concern was the papers on the wall. Places she's seen in history books were now pinned to the wall, papers with written information and photos of random people,
"I don't... I don't understand"
She mutters, looking each one of the photos over and over again. She occasionally closed her eyes to visualize herself in the room but she found her mind blank. It's not that her mind couldn't visualize images, but she was choosing not to. She didn't trust this man next to her. Suddenly banging on the door was heard. The man used his chair to block the door,
"Visualize yourself now! There's not a lot of time!"
He yells, (Y/N)'s shoulders tense up as she flips through the photos one more time. Vividly she started to form an acceptable image,
"Okay I got it! What's going on!?"
She shouts back. He grabs her arm, dragging her out of bed, taking the IV that was still attached to (Y/N] and leading her to the open window,
"I know your what you are, throw one of your metal hoops down there"
He demanded. (Y/N) reached behind her back, materializing a hoop and throwing it down,
"Close your eyes and think of the room"
He tells (Y/N), she closes her eyes as the door bangs open. Suddenly she's dragged out the window and gunshots are behind her.
Think of the room
(Y/N) tells herself.
I'm in the room.
I'm in the room.
I'm in the room.

Your in the room.
The force of gravity pulling her down was familiar, air pressure pushing away the hair off her face. Suddenly, gravity pulls her from behind, her back hitting a flat surface. She was breathing hard and she felt a cold sweat on her forehead. She heard a groan next to her. Slowly opening her eyes, she sees a dim lamp above her. The groan is replaced with a painful hiss as (Y/N) sits up, she looks next to her to find the poor man curled into a ball. He was pressing his arms to his chest,
"What happened?"
(Y/N) asks. Placing a hand on his shoulder, rolling him to his back. The blood is what always surprises (Y/N), not in a disgusted manner but as an observation of how much there is. (Y/N) sees the stump where his left hand should be, he was bleeding out . (Y/N) springs into action, running to the desk grabbing the bottle of vodka and duct tape that were lying around. She runs back, ripping the bottom part of her hospital gown with her hands. She kneels down, wrapping the stump with the ripped cloth. She pours the vodka, causing the doctor to flinch away making (Y/N) yank his arm towards her,
"I'm almost done, don't worry"
She gives her reassurances as she uses her teeth to start ripping a strip of duct tape. She uses it to wrap the cloth to his stump, making sure it was tight enough to hold the blood inside.