Who am I? ((A Professor Layton Fanfic))

Chapter 14: First Meetings

The gown was a pale shade of green; sickening really. I slowly got out of the bed and stood up. I was so incredibly weak that it was killing me. I carefully lifted off the gown that went past knees, watching out for the IV cord. I threw the thin fabric onto the ground and stood there starring at my toes. I didn't want to see how bad the cut was now. Damn, I'm a bipolar bitch.

I laid my hands onto my knees and breathed in deeply. I slowly dragged my fingers upward until I reached my hips. From there I moved them inward towards my stomach.

I could feel the rip, although it didn't hurt much to touch. I finally looked down to see many, many stitches. I was badly hurt. The cut started from near the top of my stomach, and it ran all the way down diagonal, right to left.

I sat on the bed. I could have died. I should have died. Why was I even still alive?

I picked up the gown and debated putting it back on. I was just sitting in a hospital in my underwear trying to figure out if it was worth the pain to put some clothes on...

Where has my life gone?

I got dressed again and as I sat back down on my bed, I heard Amelia knock on the door. She opens my door and boy was I surprised to see who she had brought with her.

Both Hershel and Jaycie followed the small nurse into my room. They both sat down on chairs across from the bed and looked at me. Amelia stood beside them. She stared to open her mouth to speak but, Jaycie was quicker.

"Clive, I came here to check on you, and it seems your... friend Mister...?" She looked over to Hershel.

"Sorry, ma'am, I'm Professor Hershel Layton of the Gressenheller University." He said while shaking her hand. He's always so charming with the ladies...

"Your friend, Professor Layton here, came to check up on you as well. Sorry Clive, but the news hit the media and now everyone knows. We tried our best but... All of London knows about the stabbing..." She looked down and crossed her legs. She's either guilty, depressed, or not telling the whole truth; or possibly a combination of all three.

I chose not to respond, and Hershel filled my silence. "The boy won't mind the media, it's his health we should be worried about." He looked at me with a face that seemed to ask if I was alright.

"I'm fine really, just a... rather large slash across my stomach, it's fine." I smiled. I'm not sure why, but I did.

However, there was another knock at the door to interrupt. Amelia nodded to us, then slid out the door. We all silently waited for her return. No one moved. Time stopped.

She came in only moments later and turned to the Professor. "Ah, Mister, Professor sir... A young lady, by the name of, er, Flora, wishes a word with you. She says its urgent." Wait, what?

"Hershel, are you meaning to tell me she's here? The girl's here?" I said with my voice rising slightly.

His eyes were open wide. "I told her to sit still." He said to himself. He looked me in the eyes. "No Clive, not now. It's too soon for you two to speak." He didn't let me answer, he got up and turned to the equally shocked females. "I must depart," he said. "Have a lovely day." And with the bow of his head he was gone.

Just like that.