The Cobra's Gaze and Bite [Cobra Commander x OC]

Entry 02 : Prognosis Reports

Entry 02 : Prognosis Reports

15 | 0820 | Z | OCT | 20

When I next woke up it only took seconds for my sight to gain clarity.

My right shoulder and arm had this odd tingly and slightly numb feeling to them, but at the realization of the lack of stabbing pain I gained a confidence to look over at it first. The entirety of my right arm was wrapped securely in a gauze, almost as stiff as an actual cast, but some sort of mechanical device was clamped over the gauze and kept my arm and shoulder in place. Immobile, only barely able to will my right side to move only a few centimeters in any direction as far as I could feel out and observe. I took in a few breaths to calm myself before worst-case-scenario thoughts overcame my mind. Once calmed down, I decided to look away from my right side and get a better idea of where I was.

I was definitely in a hospital, the room simply screamed it. White-on-white everything, the burning smell of sterilization, and the small beeps and whines of complicated machinery. Plain shelves held a variety of bottles that more than likely contained an equal variety in medicinal drugs. I could also see some bottom cabinets, as plain as the shelves, that were closed but I could guess that they held some handheld instruments that were more than likely highly sensitive. Also guessing from the machines that I was hooked up to, and judging their quality to the best of my amature ability, that this hospital was not cheap and notably advanced.

Whatever had happened to me, my father definitely affected some part of it.

After all, there are dangers in being related to a rather infamous and most-wanted ranking assassin, but this time something bad had happened. Something really, really bad and I was still having trouble remembering exact details.

Just fire, then pain, and then darkness.

Deciding to now also avoid those memories for the time being, I focused on the other bed in the small room. If this was the burn unit, as I remember Dr. Pershing telling Dr. Mindbender... I shivered when I thought of the strange and cold man, but this burn unit was rather small to only have two beds as spaced as they were. There was another occupant in the room with me, I assumed the same man they brought in when I was awake last time, and he was covered head to toe in bandages. I couldn't see any inch of his skin, not even his face all too well, and he didn't have any hair peeking out from between the wraps around his head.

He seemed to be asleep, the rise and fall of his chest normal from what I could tell. It still had this wheezing quality to it however, amplified by the ventilator mask attached to this large machine next to him. Looking down at the clipboard attached to the bedside on the metal rail, and squinting quite a bit, I managed to get a name.

Rexford G. Lewis.

Huh. It pretty unique name from my standards, having never heard the name 'Rexford' before. Definitely more unique than 'Sarah' anyway.

My thoughts were interrupted by Dr. Pershing bustling into the room, standing still for a minute between the two beds, his hands full of variously marked manilla folders. He glanced at Rexford first, seeing him asleep as well before looking over at me and seeing me wide awake. Seeing him properly as well, he was an older gentleman with his brown hair greying from the roots. He gave me a kind smile.

"Properly awake now, aren't we? I am Dr. Stephen Pershing and I will be your primary doctor as well as Dr. Lewis'.

Doctor Lewis? Apparently there was much more to my roommate in the Burn Unit. I wondered what field he studied in for a brief moment before Dr. Pershing continued.

"Now Sarah, how much do you remember of the past twenty-four hours?"

It took me a minute to form words with my mouth, but when I did speak it was hoarse and it hurt a little to do so.

"Not a lot... mostly pain and burning sensations."

The doctor sighed, almost inaudibly, before giving me what I assume was a brief explanation of what had happened to me.

"You got caught in an explosion, because of what I'm afraid I don't have those details, and when you arrived you were in great pain and your right side was badly injured from both the explosion and a few pieces of shrapnel. You mostly sustained first and second degree burns and low-levels of smoke inhalation, but your right shoulder blade took the worst of it."

He paused, as though hesitant to continue, but I gave him a calm look and from that he continued.

"Your right scapula was in two pieces when you arrived, and we had to put in plates and screws to hold them together. It wasn't a complicated surgery, in fact the break was surprisingly a clean one, but you will be required to wear a brace that should come in tomorrow morning twenty-four-seven. When your physical therapy starts, you will allowed to take it off for short durations."

I nodded, wanting to ask him questions more on the topic of how I exactly ended up in this condition. However, I had the feeling that I would be directed to my father for those answers and contacting him was difficult at best.

"I will also be- oh, Dr. Lewis! Welcome back to the world of the living..."

I tuned out Dr. Pershing, rather subconsciously so, when I looked over and past him. My roommate in the Burn Unit had managed to turn his head to face us. Considering the sheer amount of bandages that had to have been used to wrap him up, it was impressive. Dr. Pershing kept talking, but he was muted to my ears as I locked eyes with Rexford G. Lewis.

His eyes were like that of a deep brown pit, swirling down into a dark void of intellectual coldness.

As the moment slowed for us, I saw a growing spark of interest in his gaze. It was impossible to look away, to not want to know what thoughts lied within his mind. A mind worth quite a bit to certain individuals if I remembered correctly. They then flicked to Dr. Pershing and I caught his drift before flowing with it.

"-Now let's establish a basic form of communication that should not be hard for you to accomplish. This way we will be preventing further damage to your throat and lungs. For now, blink once for yes and twice for no. Once your mobility improves, we will add more and when your throat more fully heals we will start speech therapy."

Rexford blinked once in understanding. Dr. Pershing nodded and then began a line of questioning.

"Dr. Lewis, do you remember what happened to you?"

One blink.

"Do you remember it in detail?"

One blink.

"The damage to your body is extensive Dr. Lewis, and to be honest with you I'm not even sure how you are still alive, much less how you survived initially."

For a moment, one singular moment, I swore I saw a gleam that spoke of hatred in his eyes. As quickly as I saw it though, it vanished as Dr. Pershing continued.

"Your physical therapy will be much harsher and longer, but since you are here with us I am sure you will persevere."

One blink.

"Starting at the beginning of next month, we will begin your hyperbaric oxygen therapy. This will speed up your recovery and, as we hope, repair at least sixty-percent of the fire damage to your lungs. The level of positive response to this method from your body will decide when we put you into low levels of proper physical therapy with careful monitoring. Is this agreeable with you Dr. Lewis?"

One blink.

Dr. Pershing gave a relieved smile, Rexford's cooperation seemed to take away some pressing source of anxiety, and he was about to say something else when the intercom went off.

"Dr. Pershing, you are required in the ICU immediately."

The doctor sighed lightly before standing up and giving both of us an apologetic look. "I shall check on the two of you tomorrow." And with that he left the Burn Unit and the two of us to each other's company. I looked over back at Rexford and his eyes were already on me. Long moments passed between us, the silence speaking for us until I broke it with a question.

"Hey, do you prefer to be called 'Rex' instead of 'Rexford' or 'Dr. Lewis'?"

He blinked once, and I smiled in return.