Once Upon A Wonderland~ Killian Jones

The Hidden Hercules

I threw my book across the room in frustration. Glancing at the clock, which read 8:15, I'd only been trying to read for ten minutes- but it felt like a lifetime. The tremor in my hand made my disadvantages painfully obvious. I couldn't even read my favorite book by myself. 

For the seventh time since David and Emma left, I glanced at the call button for nurses. I wanted to call Belle, or Emma, or Killian, or just one familiar person.

I just wanted to be up, walking and running around the hospital. I wanted to do surgeries and save lives, not sit useless in a bed. I couldn't do anything to help myself or others- and if my surgery didn't work, I might not be able to operate ever again.

What would I do, if I wasn't a surgeon? It was my calling, my career, my affirmation that I was doing something to help the world. Without it, what did I have?

My face twitched and I looked around the room for something to distract me. It didn't matter, though. If there was something to distract me, I'd still need help from someone else. I'd never be able to do anything on my own.

I scrunched up my face to stop the threatening tears. I promised myself I'd be brave; I promised myself I'd fight through and come back a better surgeon than before.

But I wasn't brave enough. A tear leaked through my eye, a traitor to my gallant efforts.

"Aw, what are you doing that for, sweetheart?" A voice said. My eyes snapped open and darted around for the intruder.

"Who's there?!" I yelled, looking for the source of the taunting voice. 

"Relax, my little flower. It's just me." Purple smoke started to billow from the wall in front of my bed.

What the hell?

I reached over for the nurse call button and screamed in a mixture of surprise and fear when a little red... blob swatted my hand away. It had a scrunched up face, like its mother dropped it on its face a couple of times too many when it was young, and had two tiny little horns and a spiked tail. 

"Ah ah ah!" The red thing said in a throaty voice. "Boss said to make sure that no one hears us."

A glowing white ball appeared right above my lap and a second blob, blue this time with pointy, exaggerated features, dropped onto my lap.

"WHAT THE-"

The room went icy cold. The lights started to flicker ominously and the purple smoke stopped churning out of the wall. I waited, my heart pounding in fear.

"The boss is coming, the boss is coming!" The blue thing chattered, biting his nails.

The room started to literally shake. Framed stock images fell off the walls, lamps crashed to the floor, the curtain rod detached from the wall. My bed rocked on its wheels and my ears popped. Meanwhile, the two red and blue things were running around the room screaming bloody murder.

Then, it all stopped. It was like the eye of the storm; everything paused right where it was. The water that spilled from the pitcher became suspended in mid air. The blobs stopped running and were suddenly frozen mid-shout. I started to float upwards, my blanket coming loose from my legs. I grappled for the bed, but it was no use. There was something much more powerful than me at work.