The Typhoon ~Vash x OC AU~

Chapter 1: The Haze

Leilani

Everything hurts.

Everything.

So much.

There is a drum beating in my head, rattling sharply through my ears as my vision blurs with dizziness. The room – a bright sterile white – encases me as a bag of something hangs above, the clear fluid running down a line to the needle that is embedded in my skin. My muscles and my bones ache, twitching with pain.

What happened? Where am I? What's going on?

I wince. It hurts to think. My thoughts spinning around in my pulsating skull are enough to make me want to vomit, but the burning in my throat protests.

It seems like everything is hazy and I'm walking through a cloudy room. I don't know where I'm going, and I don't know where I am, but I do know that I am somewhere. But where? Where am I? Where are we?

We...

We?

Who is we? Why would there even be a we? That doesn't even make any sense.

Abruptly, it all comes crashing down. Roberto, Meryl, Nicholas, me – all of us – in the jeep, sailing through a sea of windy sand. Like a wall, we could see nothing. And then there was the bright light that swallowed us, but everything is fuzzy after that.

I don't remember much. There was the light and voices that I didn't know and something else. Something that was so different and new that my brain couldn't register at the time.

What was it? Who was it?

My eyes pop open as my blood runs cold. Quickly and through blurred vision, I search the room, wincing at the bright white box. It is a sharp and crisp twinge that pulls at my skull, but I try to ignore it.

Where is she?

My heart is racing. Fast. Hard. My ribs ache with the hollowness that is seeping into me. Dread is spreading through my veins like ice.

Where the fuck is she?

"Hello?" I croak out. My throat is dry and raw like sandpaper, burning. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

No answer. My heart sinks.

Slowly, I begin to sit up. My muscles scream and my bones groan. I try to focus my eyes, looking through the dizziness. The light still hurts.

"Hello?" I cry out again. "Hello!" I tighten my grip on the bed rail. "Where is my baby? Where is she?"

With each second that rolls by unanswered, the more hysterical I can feel myself becoming. I don't know where I am. I don't know where the others are. I don't know where my baby is. I don't know anything.

But I do know that I'm about to rip this needle from my arm and climb out of this bed – even if I end up crawling – to go find my baby. That I do know.

"Where the fuck is my baby?" I bark. Tears prick the edges of my eyes, and my throat is on fire. I can't do this. I can't. I need to find her. I need to know where she is. I need to know.

Trembling, I am about to rip this fucking needle from my arm when the earsplitting shriek of a siren breaks through the silence. I jolt, glaring at a monitor I hadn't seen before. It flashes red, the unholy sound emanating from it. I want to thrust something at it, shattering it. I want to. But I have nothing. No thing and no strength.

It hurts.

"Where is my baby?" I wail, contesting with the siren. Tears roll like bubbles down my cheeks. There is a surge of pain darting through me, everything from the physical to the emotional. "So fucking help me! Tell me where my baby is or –"