Solitude

Chapter Five- The Grand Canyon

I don't know about you guys, but I think nipple piercings are super hot on guys. ;)
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My world was spinning, turning over on its sides, and basically harassing me with vicious attacks of anxiety. It hated me so much right now, that it decided to place me inside a blindingly white room, equipped with boring white seats and a boring white paper nightgown. It felt like my eyes were literally burning.

Burning. Hot. Boiling hot water. Placing my arm gently above my face, I positioned it a certain way so the shadow fell over my eyes, blocking the LED lights above. Nothing was there. No bandages, no marks, no boils, and certainly no cooked skin of any sorts. What did they do to me? How long have I been out for?

The more I inspected it however, the more I could see how parts of my skin were slightly more pink than other parts. The light, barely visible, pink spots hardly looked a day old, they looked ten to fifteen years old. And if I put my eyes out of focus just enough, I couldn't even tell it was there.

Slowly, I slid the IV out of the fleshy part of my elbow and swung my legs over the side of the bed, watching the stupidly white painted metal door. Chips of paint were falling off, revealing a very dull looking metal. How clean of them to leave it like that. I walked to it cautiously, eyeing the porthole like window placed right in the center. As my fingers curled around the edges of the ledge, I heard a noise on the other side a sound that almost sounded like wheezing. I had to stand on my toes to be able to look through the window, and I had seen enough to run back to my bed and pretend like I was still asleep.

The door creaked open loudly, the wheezing sound now identified as the person in my room. "Ms. Clairmont." The voice was definitely male, but could easily be mistaken for a woman with severe nasal problems. "We know that you're awake. If you'd please..... Whoooooo." The man took a large intake of breath. Turning over in my bed, I watched him a he bent over with his hands on his knees. "I just ran all the way down here, you'll have to excuse me." He had long shaggy brown hair and an unkept beard that curled around his collar bone. I wouldn't say he was extremely overweight, but he was a little... chunky.

"Who're you, may I ask?" Standing up in confusion, I crossed my arms over my chest protectively. It wouldn't be a problem for me to take this guy down, but I didn't want to underestimate him either. My long hair swayed against the back of my knees, brushed and let down, my skin itched for my to put it up in a ponytail or bun, something.

"Oh! How rude of me!" He it himself on the forehead with the palm of his hand. "Stupid." He murmured. "I am Doctor Laeh. I'm the one who treated you when you came in." Laeh watched my face, searching for something he wanted to see. "Umm...."

"It's nice to meet you Doctor Laeh. Thank you for treating me." He only nodded nervously, his eyes slowly flicking around the room, as long as they weren't on me.

"Anyways, I have to get you back to your Level now, since you're all healed up. If you'll just follow me, I'll make sure you get back safely." He flashed me a grin and walked out the door, waiting for me in the hallway. The paper gown rustled against my legs uncomfortably.

"Where did my clothes go?" After a pause, "And how long have I been here?" Laeh kept walking down the grey hallway. We passed a few doors, each one empty as far as I could tell. Where was this place?