Future Diary 2: New Survival Game

Chapter 11: Mysterious Doctor Ahead!

A/N: Jed's POV

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(At the Hospital)

"Aghh...w-where am I?" I groaned as I slowly sat up from my hospital bed. "I'm...I'm in a hospital room?" I quickly winced in pain once I felt a sudden sharp pain in my chest.

"Of course you're in the hospital." I slowly turned my head to the side and watched as my friends enter the room. "You were stabbed in the chest by the Ninth. But you don't have anything to worry about since she ran away with her tail in between her legs once the cops arrived." Mav laughed.

"Ha-ha! I'm glad to see that you guys are..." I was interrupted once Karissa rushed over to my bed and slapped me across my face.

"You idiot! What the hell were you thinking facing the Ninth all by yourself like that? You could've been killed in there!" Karissa cried.

"She's right you know, Jed. The Ninth could've killed you and your entire family if Cassy wasn't there to change the future like she did." Faizan let out a heavy sigh.

"I know...I know...I could've been killed by the Ninth. But you guys could've been killed by the Ninth as well. It's never a good idea to go up against someone with the power to predict the future. If you guys got killed by the Ninth. Your deaths would've been my fault since I got you all involved in the game." I frowned as I rubbed the red hand mark on the side of my face.

"We know that you're worried about our well being and all, Jed. But you can't just-" Paul was cut off once my father burst into the room and pushed him aside just so that he could get to my bed.

"Where is it? Where the hell is it?" My father growled as he grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer to him. "Where the hell is my [Future Diary], Jed?"

"Tch, glad to see that you're still alive." I smacked my lips while rolling my eyes. I couldn't tell my father that I had taken his [Future Diary] away from him while he was lying unconscious at the house. I had finally had a hold on him; my father's life was actually in the palm of my hands.

"You're not answering my question, you bastard child! Where the hell is my [Future Diary]?" My father raised his hand above his head, preparing to punch me right in the face.

My face cringed and my eyes closed as I braced for impact. After about thirty seconds of not feeling any pain, I slowly opened my eyes and saw that my father's fist was being held back by some doctor.

"Now, now Mr. Algenio! You know clearly well that you're not allowed to leave your hospital bed just yet, let alone punch other patients." The doctor stated before he released his grip on my father's wrist.

"Tch, as if I can sit still while knowing that my cell phone is missing! I need to find that thing before anything happens to it! And I'm sure that my son knows just where it is!" My father said as he turned around and glared at the doctor.

"No need to get all riled up over a lost cell phone right? What's most important to you, Mr. Algenio? A lost cellphone or the health and well being of your family?" The doctor asked. I don't know why, but I was beginning to like this doctor. It wasn't because he protected me from getting punched in the face by my father. It's just that he had some kind of calm and peaceful air around him.

"Nghh...the health of my family obviously." My father gritted his teeth and slowly walked out of the room. My father seemed to have really struggled to answer that question since he cared for both of his [Future Diary] it would kill him if it were broken; and his family.

"I'm so sorry about that, Mr. Jed Tria. I hope your father didn't cause too much trouble while I was out." The doctor smiled as he walked over to my hospital bed and patted my head.