Borderline Dead and Electric

Chapter 3 A Handsome mess [updated]

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Word count 3,394

I don't think there's any need for a cotton warning for this chapter. Let me know if you think otherwise.

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It felt like I was in a dream-like state. My body felt heavy as I tried to lift myself up off the ground.

I ended up slipping down a couple times before trying to open my eyes instead.

My eyelids felt heavy as well, but I managed to open them only for them to fall again.

It felt like with every attempt I made to open them, my conscience was dragged further and further away from me.

I gave up my attempts, opting to lay there and think as I felt the ground beneath me; it was hard and cold like tile.

Where was I? This wasn't my studio floor. The hard wood floor I had there was much more comfortable than this.

Was I in a hospital and maybe I just fell out of bed? No, that probably wasn't the case as much as I would like it to be.

Then where was I and where was Mystic and Blue? did someone get Mystic out of my backpack, and did I manage to keep Blue safe from the glass?

And what was that loud explosion? Did my TV blow up or something? It had been one of those newer TVs that I just slipped into a gutted box TV.

It looked cool, and sense the box TV was gutted, I figured it was safe. Had I been wrong?

As I continued pondering about what caused the explosion, I started to hear the sound of running water.

The sound was faint at first, but as it got louder, I could also hear voices—two, to be exact.

"Hey kiddo, you've gotta wake up." A male voice sounded

I felt like I knew that sarcastic voice from somewhere, but I couldn't remember. It was on the tip of my tongue.

"Are you sure this kid's still alive?" The voice asked

{Kid} he wasn't referring to me, right? How old was this guy, and why was I on the floor?

If this was a hospital, this had to be a violation or something right. You didn't just leave patients on the floor, especially unconscious ones.

"Yes, sir, she still has a pulse!" The other person said.

"Well, are you sure she's not a fucking vegetable?"

"Eh, n-no sir."

"Oh well, that helps me a lot,-" The sarcastic voice cut off as I finally got the strength to push myself up to a sitting position.

I opened my eyes still groggy and looked around, taking in my new surroundings.

My first thought was pretty much along the lines of What kind of hospital has what looks like cast iron ceilings, walls, and floors, not to mention weird fountains?

But then I noticed the yellow and white banners around the room with what looked like an H on them, which left me more confused than I had been.

I turned around to see the people who'd been talking over my previously unconscious figure.

Behind me was a huge window facing out into actual space, and standing in front of the window was some guy and-

{Handsome Jack!?}