Existence

Prologue

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I quickly arose, gasping for air with bright light stinging my eyes.

I blink abruptly, hoping my eyes would adjust to this sudden interference.

I felt thin sheets lay atop of my body.

My body.

I can't feel my body.

My eyes finally fixated to my surroundings.

I'm...

in a hospital?

The plain crème walls were slightly peeling away, with the ceiling light reflecting off white tiled floors. I look to the side—a table, with tools and heart monitor, beeping at a stable rate.

What the hell happened to me?

I don't understand I—

The door then opened quietly with a petite nurse shuffling in the room with what seemed doses of medicine in a silver tray, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, you're awake!" The nurse exclaimed, immediately rushing to my side.

"What happened?" Is the first thing I utter.

As the words fell from my mouth, my throat felt dry and burnt, as if...

I was in a fire.

"You...were in a fire," she said slowly, trying to remember as much information about me as she possibly could. "That...SFIT fire, I'm sure. That's all I know, I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's okay," I mumbled, trying to actually process what I'm actually hearing.

"Oh! You must be parched. Here's some water," handing me a glass of distilled water.

The cool liquid soothed my throat as I drank it all.

"Who brought me here?"

The nurse thought about it, while setting the tray on the table. "Who? Well—you'd have to ask the doctor, they have all the information."

"Can I speak to the one tending me?"

"Absolutely."

The nurse exited the room, engulfing myself in silence once more with the sound of soft beeps of the heart monitor filling the quiet atmosphere.

After a few short minutes with my thoughts, a doctor soon entered the room holding a clipboard. "Ah, I see you're awake! That's good, it's a miracle you're here, it truly is."

As the doctor stepped forward, I received a closer inspection of his features, he seemed quite old, most possibly in their late 60s'. They also seemed to have a slim rectangular plate, with the name "Lancaster" carved into the silver tag, pinned onto their pearly white coat.

"How are you? Are you feeling fine?"

"Uh, yes," I nodded.

"Okay, that's good. Anyway, if it's alright if I could ask a few questions, that'd be wonderful, if it's comfortable with you. Feel free to call be Dr. Lancaster."

After a few bombarded questions about myself, personal experiences and allergies, it was fine, but then, I suppose it then got confusing.

"Your survival was extraordinary. You were trapped in a building on fire and when you arrived...it was nothing like we'd ever seen," Dr. Lancaster had an expression of astonishment.

Regardless of the pain, I sat up. "What happened?"

"Well, when you came here, your heart rate was dangerously low," he said slowly. "but you were still breathing. You didn't come through the entrance, no records of you here, and no trace of any helpers to get you here—you just—were placed this room out of nowhere."

"Who...saved me?"

The doctors' face altered dramatically, as if he'd seen a ghost. "It was anonymous."

"I—what? I-I don't understand..."

"Here," He flipped through the papers on his clipboard and stopped at a neatly folded note. "this is what we found."

I reluctantly took the paper.

It said:
"Please tend this man immediately. He was found in the SFIT fire. I have money to ensure bills in the hospital and I have already fixated his stability. Don't fret—I'm also a doctor. His survival was extraordinary, he barely survived. He's lucky I was around to save him. This is all I'm going to say, farewell.
-anonymous"

(A/N): Well, snap. This turned out pretty nice, in my opinion. I hope you're pretty interested :P I might actually have motivation to do this, so, woOT WOOT! What's gonna happen next? Ohohoho