My Misconceptions

Training Time

Why hello my Super Readers!!! I'm back! I have missed you all and- *readers beat me up for not updating sooner* I see you're all mad...how about you guys just read and- *passes out*

Emma's POV

Have you ever woken up in a hospital? Like, you're just laying in a white room on a white bed and all you hear is a heart monitor beeping continuously without end. Yeah, pretty much what I was experiencing. But, instead of a nurse or sexy doctor like you see on sitcoms, there was a little girl around eight years old wearing a doctors coat that was so big on her that it dragged behind her when she walked and that the sleeves basically swallowed her arms, even when she held a clipboard.

The little girl saw me out of the corner of her eye and smiled, then made her way over to me.

"How are you feeling this fine afternoon?" She asked with a small lisp. Let me just say this, she was adorable.

I sat up. "Umm, fine I guess."

Her face lit up. "Great! Now for introductions! I'm Abby, and I'll be your doctor!"

"M-my doctor? Aren't you a little to young?"

She shook her head and gave a toothy grin, revealing two front teeth that were missing. "Me? Too young? That's preposterous! I'm the best, and only, doctor here!"

I heaved a sigh. "I feel like I'm going to die here now."

"What?" She squealed with fear. "Not on my watch!"

She placed her clipboard on a counter and tied her short brown hair into a ponytail. Then she accessorized with a surgical mask before lifting a surgery knife.

"Where does it hurt? I'll make an incision and have you as good as new!"

"What?! No! It was a figure of speech!"

She cocked her head to the side. "Figure of speech?"

I nodded. "Uh, yeah! For a doctor you sure are stupid."

She sighed while placing down the surgical knife and removing the mask. "The truth is, the only reason why the boss made me-"

"The boss?" I questioned. "You guys actually have a leader?"

"Yeah! Will is!"

"You don't say."

She nodded. "Yeah, well anyways, the only reason he made me the doctor was because that's my specialty."

I nodded and sat up on the bed. "Let me guess, you heal?"

My guess made her day. Abby's face lit up and she jumped up and down with joy.

"Yeah! See, look!"

Can I just say I wished I guessed wrong? I mean, guessing right was a mistake. A huge one. See, I didn't know what she was doing until she did it.

She punched me in the stomach, hard. And I swear she knocked the breath out of me. It felt like she was on freaking steroids.

"Mother of fudge!" I wailed grasping my stomach. I looked up at Abby, scared of what this little kid could do. What if she killed me? I'm too young to die! I always thought I'd die peacefully in a nursing home, not in the hands of a psychotic child.

She gave another toothy smile, scaring me even more, before bringing her hand up to my stomach.

I looked down at her hand in horror as it was swallowed by a golden light. It reminded me of a time when I was little, when I was watching a movie with all the other orphaned kids. I don't remember what it was called, but there was this one scene when a little girl was running around a field at night, clutching a jar in her tiny hands as she ran around catching fireflies. It came to a point that the girl's jar was so full that the whole thing just glowed, never ending.