Elena's p.o.v
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
CAN SOMEONE STOP THIS NOISE? IM TRYING TO SLEEP HERE! I thought angrily. I tried to change position in order to stuff my head in my pillow but I met some restrictions in my movements. I groggily open my eyes and blinked two or three times to adjust to the sudden brightness. After the blindness passed away, all I could see was white.
White roof. White walls. White chairs. White nightstand. White bedsheets... Either I'm in heaven or it's simply a hospital.
I massaged my head with my left hand, trying to stop the small headache from coming to annoy me. My other hand was linked to an IV tube. The heart monitor kept beeping monotonically. I groaned as I tried to sit up. It was an achievement when I was finally sitting in an upright position. Believe me it was easier to say!
I rubbed the tiredness out of my face and ran my hand through my hair. I glanced down and saw that I was wearing the typical hospital grown. Oh ya... last night...
"Oh my! You shouldn't force yourself like that dear," I heard a sweet worried voice say as the door opened and a short woman came in.
She was wearing a white nurse outfit that complimented her hourglass figure very well. Her blonde hair was tied in a neat bun. She appeared to be in her late thirties. My eyes met her worried olive green one. She quickly placed the tray she was carrying on the nightstand and rushed to my side.
"No worries Ma'am. I'm quite fine," I replied, a bit embarrassed to see her fussing over me like this.
"Nonsense. Else you would not have been brought here miss..." she looked at me questionably.
"Atkins. Name's Elena Atkins ma'am," I answered her silent question.
"Ah Miss. Atkins. No need for the formalities. Call me Margaret," she said with a bright smile while removing the IV from my right hand and helping me to shift in a more comfortable position.
"Then call me Ema, Margaret. No miss attached to it," I said while grinning at her.
She laughed and nodded. She then placed the tray in front of me. Upon further inspection, I noticed that the tray had no medicine or needles on it, instead there was a pair of sandwich, some biscuits and a glass of milk.
"I figured that you would be hungry when you would wake up, so I took the liberty to bring something for you. Besides your clothes also needed a good mending with all those tears, so I decided to give them some attention too," she said while pointing at a chair on which my clean clothes were placed.
"Thank you so much Margaret. You are so lovely," I said happily while munching on my delicious sandwiches before adding," if I may ask, who brought me to here?"
"Oh! It was a Police girl. She said that some goons attacked you while you were hitchhiking. Poor you! I swear people nowadays..." Margaret said while shaking her head in disapproval. She then made her way to the door. "The bathroom is to you left if in case you wanted to refresh yourself. I would like very much to stay with you but I have some other patients to check," she said in a motherly tone.
"No problem. I can manage. Thank you," I managed to say with all those biscuits stuffed in my mouth. She grinned. "Call me if you need something," she said cheerfully before closing the doors.
I smiled while drinking my milk greedily. She reminds me so much of mother. My smile faded as I frowned. I placed the glass back on the tray distractedly.
Mother... Father... Are they fine? Are they worried? Are they looking for me? What about Megan? Is she fine?
I silently got up without much difficulty and made my way to the bathroom.
I can't leave them like this. How did I come here? There surely must be an explanation. Now I can assume that it's not simply a dream. I took a nap, got attacked, hurt myself, got poisoned and fainted again. It's impossible it's just a dream. In what state they must be right now?
I glanced at my reflection in the bathroom's mirror and frowned in determination. "No! I will not mop like this. I need to survive and find a way back home," I said to myself in a firm tone.
I grinned approvingly at my willpower and looked around the bathroom. It was like the typical hospital bathroom. A small shower. The toilet on the other side. A small towel hung besides the washbasin. And guess what? Everything was white! Well except for the mirror. There was a small transparent plastic bag placed besides the shower showing a small bottle of shampoo, a small soap bar, a tiny toothpaste and a normal sized toothbrush.
Well... Everything is in order! Time to do some cleaning!
A few moments later, I was trying to tame my wild ginger hair in front of the mirror, after having a nice shower and wearing my clean pressed clothes. Once it was back to its normal straight and silky state, I tied them up in a high ponytail and grinned at my reflection. I gave myself a thumbs up and left the bathroom.
Ok! Now in order to stay here, I would need a job. Since I met Seras in her yellow Hellsing attire, it means that I'm in England and it's currently the 19th century.
I shoved my hand in my pocket and signed. As I braved the streets of London. It was going be a long day.
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My Obsession (Alucard Love Story)
Fanfiction"Your blood is my addiction. Your scent is my infatuation. I want you in my possession because you, my love, are... My Obsession." +--------+-----------+---------+----------+ Hello there! I'm Elena Maira Atkins. But I prefer E.M.A. I'm a simple girl...
