Mutant Changed [on hold] ~ to be reconstructed

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Colton's POV

The titanium had cut deeply into her back. I'm surprised that she isn't dying; titanium could bring any person to their knees. There were two large pieces that were firmly wedged into her skin. We were currently in the mini infirmary, Violet's body lying stomach-down so that she doesn't hurt her back.

Winter had changed her blood-stained and ripped up clothes were replaced with a spotty white open-back medical dress. Her face was calm, even with the tear stains running down her cheeks. Her breathing was slow and steady. It had been around half an hour since she blacked out.

John was still in the training room across the corridor, where he has been ever since Vi blacked out, looking carefully each individual fragment of titanium. He seemed frightened at what happened, which, for John, was very odd. First of all, for all the years I have known John, he had never in his life shown fear. But, for some reason, he was showing it now. Fear and curiosity.

I didn't blame him though, because I was thinking the exact same thing.

How?

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Violet's POV

Daylight streamed in through the windows, making me wake up from the brightness of day. My eyes fluttered open and instantly, I could tell something was wrong.

My bones ached with a passion, feeling like lead that had been broken and welded back together billions of times. My back had a semi-dull burning feeling, as if my skin was ripped off and I was given heavy sedatives so I wouldn't feel it as much. My head was pounding, an intense migraine beginning to make itself known. Unsure as to why I was so weak, I tried to move my hand over to my head in an attempt to make the pain go away, but I could hardly move my finger. Suddenly noticing how vulnerable I was, I woke myself up almost instantaneously, my eyes focusing on the unfamiliar room before me.

I seemed to be in a hospital bed, with a grey curtain surrounding me, like a wall of material. A beeping noise continued loudly in an unfaltering pattern, loud and clear. Sensing movement next to me, I tried to turn over from my stomach-down position. Groaning with effort, I moved onto my back, only to scream in pain seconds later. Someone quickly got up from the chair and moved into my field of view. He was tall and had black hair with the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen.

"What's wrong?" He asked in between breaths. He quickly walked over to the left side of the bed I was currently occupying, eyes filled with concern.

My eyes widened as he asked, as if he knew me. He reached his hand out to touch me, but instead I flinched, my eyes growing wider by the second.

"W-Who are y-you? Where a-am I?"

My voice was quiet and shy, it sounded young and scared.

"Oh shoot! Ok, I need you to tell me your name, your age and your best friend's name, ok?" Said the man in front of me. He seemed tense at my earlier question, as if that wasn't what he was expecting from me.

My thoughts scrambled around in my head. What was my name? I didn't know. I didn't know who I was. How old was I? I don't know. My best friend's name? I don't know.

"I d-don't kn-know. W-Why don't-t I know?" I asked the man, my voice cracking at the end. He stared at me, concern and worry washing over his face, but most of all, confusion. He didn't know why.

"G-Get me o-out of h-here!" I shouted. I needed to go do something. Suddenly the beeping in the background became faster and louder, filling my ears. The man quickly reached for my arms as if he wanted to make sure I stayed. Thrashing and screaming, I tried my best to get out of his iron grip, sobbing at the same time. The man's eyes suddenly glazed over and it was as if he couldn't see, as if he were occupied doing something else. Taking a chance I pulled my arm out with a strong yank and proceeded to pick up the vase on the other side of the bed.