Shadows | A Forever Fan-Fiction - Sequel to Lights

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Bend in the Road

Okay, news flash-
Does anyone who happens to be reading this actually know that there's a Canadian musician called Lights?! Just o0o and that is all I can feel, because her music is pretty good! Plus, anyone who writes a song about World of Warcraft is just effing great in my opinion. XD It's called 'Lions,' and is a must-see for all fans of WoW. Or just any RPGs. Or fantasy- I'll shut up and get back to the story.

Awkwardly yours,
Pan

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"Day fifty-three in the hospital," I whispered, clutching my phone in front of me as it recorded the scenery around me. I strode down the hallway, tugging my IV along behind me, carefully treading on my new cast on my leg. "And now, we are approaching the wild doctor, in its natural habitat," I mumbled, lifting the phone to catch Dr. Morgan, giving my best David Attenborough impression as I spoke, while he glared at me in an unruly manner.

"I have paperwork to do," he replied, slightly frustrated.

I dropped the accent. "But... but I've got nobody to talk to!"

"Well, don't bother me about it!"

"Oh, so cold!" I cried dramatically. "Oh, I can feel the frostbite." I fell back into my Attenborough voice. "And here is a polar bear in its natural habitat, waiting and searching for a reason to maul me with claws made of words. Heartless, heartless words!"

He sighed as I added dramatics to my sentences. "Your English accent is frankly terrible."

"No, it's not. My name is David Attenborough!" I proclaimed, thinking he was just joking. "And I am sure you would make a very nice specimen. I have never recorded data on proper doctors."

He shook his head, turning to a clipboard. "Oh, that's... not nice. I have an appointment at six."

"With Jo?" I enquired suggestively.

He looked at me blankly, as though he'd never heard even considered her as a romantic interest before. I wanted to cry out 'Oooh, you told a liiiiiie!' but decided better of t.

"Oh, come on, I can't even delve into the love lives of others in this hellhole?"

He continued to look at me blankly. "I have a surgery. In which, might I remind you, I hold the lives of actual people. Who are, for your information, in danger. And if I don't complete this paperwork quickly and carefully, they might be in even more danger! So, have a very nice day." He pulled the phone from my hands and ended the recording, placing it back into my shell-shocked hands before striding away.

"Wow, guess who woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning," I mumbled, turning back towards my room, only to stop, suddenly finding myself within a foot of Duvall.

"Um, wow, okay, hi," I offered. "Yes, hello. I'm just going to-" I stepped backwards carefully. "Yep, okay." I forced a reassuring smile, and leaned on my IV precariously. "Personal space. And a lack of depth perception."

"Morgan's on edge today, my schedule is full of meetings that I have decided to skip, Phillips thinks I have something to do with your... accident, and you are not supposed to be up," Duvall deadpanned markedly. "Hmm. My day is certainly very good."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," I stuttered, turning my phone's camera back on, and pointing it at him. "This is in case I ever do decide to have children, and they can see the horrors I experienced as a surgeon."

"You say it like you're never coming back," he said, his voice curiously forceful and laced with a venomous regret, as though he hadn't wanted to say it, but had.

"Well, with the eye-" I started to say, but didn't finish, pointing to the bandage still wrapped carefully around my head. "I probably... won't. Not for work anyways."