I started woke up with a start but gave a cry of pain. My head felt terrible. The door opened and two people entered. That lady, the Nurse Palmer, and some guy I remember from the surgery. Sammy or Stevey, something like that. They stood in front off my bed. I glared at them, mostly the rude nurse lady.
"Your awake." She said calmly.
"No, I'm asleep." I growled. I was still mad at her. She ignored me.
"Your surgery went fine. You'll just need some casts after you recover from the surgery." She reported. "But before that happens, he has some questions for you."
"Thank you Christine. I'll take it from here." She smiled and left. The doctor man pulled up a chair and sat in it.
"What do you want?" I snapped. My head still hurt.
"I just need to ask you some questions. I'm Doctor Steven Strange." He started. "And that brings us to our first question. What's your name?"
"Why do you need to know my name?" I was confused.
"Medical records." I rolled my eyes.
"Aoide." I glared at him. No point in arguing.
"Last name?" He wrote my name down.
"Cordis." I growled. He was pushing it.
"Middle name?"
"Don't have one." He noted it on his paper.
"Age?" I opened my mouth but closed it again. What am I supposed to say? My real age is longer than average mortal lifespan. I sighed. I'll answer honestly first.
"312." I said with total honesty. He looked up from his paper.
"Stop joking."
"I'm not joking." I glared at him.
"Stop and tell me your real age." His voice was stern and icy.
"I'm not joking." I repeated.
"Fine, your around sixteen." He wrote something down, longer than two numbers.
"No, I'm 312!" I insisted my voice raising slightly.
"No, that's impossible!" He said annoyed.
"On Earth, yes! On Asgard, this is normal!" I shouted.
"What?" He sounded confused.
"I'm not from Earth!" I yelled. I jumped out of bed and ran towards the door. Doctor Strange stood up bro he was too slow. I pulled open the door and started running down the hallway. I heard shouts from behind me. I turned the corner and ran down the hallway. At the end was a big round room. I noticed a familiar figure sitting in a chair, writing on a piece of paper. I ran.
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Fanfiction"They, they call me crazy! Th-they say I'm a, a freak!" Tears ran down my face. "They d-don't trust me! They h-hate me!" He grabbed my shaking hands in his and gave me a small smile. "They tell me that too."
