Time for Another Loop (A fanfic about Roblox Pressure)

Did somebody call the WWAAAAAAmbulence?

(I ripped the title from a Parker Plays phrase from a video I saw forever ago.)

I woke up suddenly and instantly began to cough. I was tearing up and my vision was blurred. I saw figures and immediately tried reaching for a weapon. I then realized I was in a hospital gown. I coughed a couple more times and let my vision return. Doctors. I was back in the blacksite with my usual doctors. Larry was there, and he sighed in relief when he saw me.

"I thought you were a fucking dead man."

"Why... would you say that? What happened?"

I barely remembered what happened. I went to the arcade called George and Thrusters to meet with Cruz. The memories were blurry after that though.

"You were attacked by somebody. The whole above ground team was wiped out. According to an analysis of the bodies though, they died quickly. At least they had that. Cruz is... missing."

I tried remembering the events, and the the hell banished rushed back into my head. I couldn't remember his face though. It was blotted out by a black substance. That was in my memories. It was so weird. I coughed a bit again.

"You also... died multiple times in here. You were out for a week."

That surprised me and  pi looked up.

"W-what?"

"You were brought down and were immediately brought into surgery. We had scans done on you on the submarine. We got a donor for your lung. A prisoner. He is deceased now. You were opened up and, well, ribs were cut out, and the shot lung was surgically removed and replaced. After that the ribs were put back into place and you were sown up. A cast was put on, but then you started fading in and out of being alive. The only thing keeping you alive was our many... many applications of your healing drug you made for just this occasion. Because of your anomalous powers though, the stitching and cast was removed three days into your coma. You stayed asleep for the other four."

I looked down at my arms. Needles were in them supplying my body with nutrients. I also had a bunch of other shit checking my pulse and vitals and what not. The doctors soon removed everything and I was given back my suite.

"I... can't believe I almost died."

"That... would have been terrible for the cause. We recommend you check yourself in a mirror though."

I took out my new phone and checked my face. My eyes were permanently purple now.

Thank me... for your survival.

"Oh fuck... you alright?"

"Me?"

That was Larry asking.

"No. I'm talking to myself, um, ignore everything I say until we leave for my office."

Virus was tired sounding.

I was regulating your body, and had to make everything just work... most of the coma was me removing the poison from your body. Those bullets were laced... the things I do for you. I'm taking a nap.

And just like that, he went silent. I couldn't believe he could take a nap in my mind. I didn't know how, but whatever.

"We're going."

A doctor came up to me suddenly and said,

"We recommend drinking soup for meals for a couple days. Nothing too rich for the first day. Thankfully your coma didn't last too long, so your body should get back to normal soon, sir."

"Thank you for the information..."

I looked at the name tag of... Mark.

"Mark. I'll keep that in mind."

He nodded before departing. I then also departed. Now with Larry. I was given a rifle though once I asked for one. I was confident in my teams, but after that... fiasco, I felt that Urbanshade wasn't ready yet. I'd be defending myself until I was completely sure of the skills of my team. I was soon returned to my office, and I headed to my bed. My paperwork was being done by my secretary. She had gotten used to it, so I told her to deal with it just a bit longer so that I could get back to normal. Thankfully, Lacy obliged. I didn't know if it was because I was her boss, or what. I was just thankful that I could take a break.

"Damn it. Get me in some sleep wear."

I went into the bathroom and quickly shaved. I had a small beard growing. I wanted a smooth face. I then got into some dark purple sleep wear I had. I sat at my bed and saw a soup on the nightstand. It was steaming hot.

"From Mark in the medical division. Well Mark, feels like you're trying to get a raise, and this plan of yours is fucking working."

I picked the soup up and started... drinking it? Is it eating since it had... prices of whatever in it? Whatever. It tasted good. It made me feel tired. I crawled into my bed and soon the lights shut off. I then heard the turret in the main office area come out of the ceiling and heard the start of it scanning for hostiles. Its humming noise had become a sort of white noise to me. I hugged my pillow close to me and tried not thinking about the life threatening situation or the fact that the only other good friend I had was kidnapped. I needed rest to let my mind think even clearer tomorrow so that I could change shit up to make Urbanshade stronger. I needed to contact the DCI (Dimensional Chaos Insurgence) to strike up a partnership. Their name makes them sound menacing, but all they want to do is get rid of the DPC before disbanding. Another alley on their side would be good for them.