Matahari Child

3

I woke up abruptly, the bright moonlight filtering through my eyelids and pushing them open. I was in a hospital room, by the looks of it. It was a small, crisp white room, which held nothing but a small chest, a bed (of which I was in) and a chair beside it; which was occupied.

The man stared down his nose at my lanky form through his bronze rimmed, small, square glasses. He had greying hair that stuck up all over the place, and was dressed in usual doctor attire.

"Hello, Miss. I am Dr. Floro Naiches and have been your doctor for the last few weeks. We kept you sedated to try and keep you calm, as well as help you heal, but you didn't heal, and further shows signs of flu. Then, the Prince charged in here and orders us to take you off sedation which would save your life. I don't know how he knew this, but it worked. You are fully healed." He barely stopped for a breath. It took me a while to process everything.

"Okay...does that mean I can go?" My eyes shimmered with hope.

"I'm afraid not. You see, dear, we need to know what you are exactly. And you may notice that your ankle is handcuffed to the bed." And sure enough it was. I pulled at it, panicked about literally being chained down. The skin started to rip on the thinnish metal. But the doctor put his arm on my leg to stop me.

"You'll hurt yourself." This annoyed me.

"I don't care! Just being inside this damn city suffocates me, being confined to one room is a large punishment for Wanderers. Being grounded for even a day was punishment enough to stop us ever doing the same bad thing twice, when we were little!"

"But you are here now, the rules are different." He chided.

"Not my rules." Tears pricked my eyes. "I can't change who I am just to fit in with your...psychopathic scheme! I'm a real person and you snatched me from where I belong just because you felt like it! You're," I growled the last part. "Monsters."

The doctor looked shocked, but I didn't care. I put my hands on my ankle as the skin closed up in a second, without so much as a scar. It was a useful trick I had no idea how I did. I just did it. It came in handy in the wild.

The doctor's bewilderment furthered as he saw my skin's healing process speed up considerably. He said nothing for several moments, just staring at me. After several minutes, the door swung open with a loud thud, and I just fell back in the bed with a thud, groaning at the sight of that young prince.

But then I saw his skin, mostly healed in patches and still scabby and breaking in others; I gasped.

"Did I do that?"

All he did was look down at himself and chuckle. "Oh this?" Gesturing at the skin. "Yeah."

I was dumbfounded. "Come over here. I've only ever done this on myself and animals but..." as he reluctantly walked over to me, I took his hand in mine- the scabs had broken open and he had little veins of blood passing through it. Soon, that all vanished. It was replaced with his neat skin and a few scars from not being treated early enough, and then being deep. Taking a long breath, I continued up his arm until it was healed up to his shoulders. I then gingerly fixed his neck and face, and descended down to the other arm.

"Take off your shirt." I demanded.

"Is that an order?"

"If you want to be able to bend down in the next fortnight."

He carefully removed his shirt, revealing a torso that would look good and carved, if it weren't for the livid red and brown of the scabs. Although reluctant, I had caused this, and so I pressed my hands to his rough skin and patched it all up in the blink of an eye, everything under my hand remaking itself with a single touch and my will. I managed his back, but by then it had drained a lot out of me. But he was half healed, and I should have been relieved.