Melody Yuen(DC Universe)

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Ok. Here's what I know so far.

1. I'm in some kind of hospital facility lying on a bed.
2. There's a nurse backed up in the corner of the room we're in and she looks terrified.

Um...ok. That's a little weird. Her expression starts to freak me out. Is there someone else here? I quickly whip my head to scout the room. OUCH. My vision goes blurry and the room begins to spin. My head makes me groan in pain.

As my vision clears, immediate attention is brought to a tube going down my arm. At the end is a needle sticking into my
forearm. My eyes continue to trace down my arm and I notice a yellow wristband with the writing, "Q3 Melody."

I redirect my attention back to the tube in my forearm and slowly follow it with my eyes. The tube connects to a monitor on my left, displaying what I think is my heart rhythm. Well that explains the beeping I heard before I woke up. 

Next to the monitor is a small white set of shelves on wheels. On the first shelf, cables and cords are neatly wrapped around their connected tools. I recognize a thermometer and other tools that you would typically find in a doctor's office. On the second shelf, there's a basket with some first aid essentials. This includes, band aids, gauze pads, sterile dressings, and different ointments.

I move my eyes quickly, but I carefully move my head to avoid anymore pain.  The walls are colored stark white and there are no decorations. Geez, way to make a patient feel welcome.  To my right there's a cart with a clipboard and what looks like a rack of needles and-WOAH WHAT?! There are needles with all sorts of different colored substances in their tubes. My heart begins to race as I wonder if those substances were injected into me or extracted from me. I wonder if they're even for me.

I need answers. I look down at the clipboard on the shelf that i I saw earlier.

Name: Melody Yuen
Age: 18
City: Mantis City
Year:2017

Ok. Hold up. Issue #1 would be I'm not 18, I'm 16. Issue #2, it's 2015, NOT 2017.

I here a shuffling noise come from the corner of the room. It's the terrified nurse. The nurse is short and plump. She has a upturned nose that reminds me of a pig, but a sweet pig.

Wait. The terrified nurse is looking at... at me. Why is she looking at me that way? Is she scared of ME?!

"DOCTOR EICHMAN, SHES UP" screams the nurse with the piggy nose.

Seconds later, a tall dark man in a lab coat comes rushing in and tells the nurse to page someone named Kilmer.

"Hello there," the tall man says sweetly. If I wasn't so scared and confused I'd probably smile back.

A few moments of silence pass before I say, "Wh-where am I?" My voice is coarse and weak and every word feels like claws scraping at my throat. I try to sit up but my wrists and ankles are cuffed by leather straps to the bed I'm laying on.

I jolt and wiggle trying to break free but the cuffs don't budge. My breath races and I begin to hyperventilate trying harder to escape.

"Melody, sweetie, calm down." says the man. The way he says sweetie comforts me and it sounds vaguely familiar. I look into his eyes and they seem reassuring. I stop tugging and try to control my breath.

"Here, let me undo these. We only have the cuffs on you because we were afraid how you'd first react when you woke up. People can be dangerous when they are confused." The doctor undid the cuffs. Once my wrists were free, I rubbed one hand around the opposite wrist. The skin on my wrists were rubbed raw because of my tugging on the cuffs.

"Uh...thank you," I softly say unsure if I should really be thanking this man. Do I trust him? Something inside me wants to, but I know better than to let my guard down.

"Now listen, sweetie. We need you to move as little as possible and take caution because you are injured pretty badly," says the man.

"Wh-why am I injured. How did this happ-"

"Please. Rest your voice. You were in a car accident," says the man. Something in his tone makes me suspicious. Should I really trust what this man is saying? If I were in a car accident, I'd be taken to a regular hospital with decorated walls and most definitely a hospital without neon colored substances in vials and needles. I decide to get some info.

"Who ar-are you and how-" I start coughing. My throat feels like it's on fire.

"Oh, yes. Let me introduce myself. I am Dr. Eichman. Standing in the corner over there is Nurse Holly." Holly wears the same nervous expressions. "Um, she's new," Dr. Eichman says apologetically as he motions for her to leave.

"Melody, you were in a serious car crash and...," he sighs and takes my hand in his palm and pats it with the other hand, "And you've been in a coma... for over a year."

What? My heart sinks. I don't want to believe him any longer, but I have to for now. So am I actually 18? Did all this time pass without me. This is all too crazy.

Dr. Eichman continues, "We are working to heal you. Because your vitals are up, I need to take a sample and I need to inject more medicine into your veins".

And that's when the first flashback happens.