Konnor should be dead. Or, at least that is what the doctors told him. When he woke up, the white walls and bright light of his hospital room nearly blinded him. He had tubes running in and out of his mouth, chest, stomach, arms, and nose, and other, even less pleasant areas; machines were literally the only thing keeping his body alive, while his mind wandered. Nurses had rushed in when he started choking on the respirator tube, checking him over and chattering, like easily excited pigeons. They told him that he had been comatose, and nearly brain dead for nearly three weeks, but he had been the obsession of several of the nurses, who watched over him like a worried mother, especially when they learned that he had no family of his own. He was not used to this attention, and found himself blushing whenever they were in the room, especially when it came to bathing time.
From the doctor, he learned that he was extremely, unbelievably lucky to be alive, let alone conscious. Five of his ribs had been fractured, three of them completely crushed, and his right lung was punctured by a piece of bone. The other lung collapsed due to pressure built up from internal hemorrhaging. His skull was fractured in two different places, and there was a bit of brain damage. His jaw was fractured, and the knife had pierced his liver, slicing his hepatic artery. He should have died of blood loss alone, not to mention shock, but he managed to pull through, even after a bit of cardiac arrest during surgery and complications during his coma.
Long story short, he should go buy a few lottery tickets.
He had now been awake for about two weeks, and he was finally ready to go home. All of the tubes and wires had finally been removed, and he could function like an actual human being.
He hadn't had one visitor the entire time he was there, not even a "get well soon" card, but he hadn't expected any different.
He was packing his bag, getting ready to go, when the unthinkable happened, somebody came to see him. Though he was a complete stranger. The visitor was in his mid thirties, and had curly black hair pulled back in a ponytail. He had a decidedly Mediterranean look to him; a straight regal nose and big dark eyes.
"Hello, Konnor McKinley?" The stranger spoke with a thick accent, Greek maybe.
Konnor flinched when the man grabbed his shoulder, "Huh? Sorry, yes"
The stranger looked at him with pity, "Sorry to bother you, I'm sure you're eager to get home. My name is Sebastian Versallas . And I would like to know if you want a job.
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Book One - Time In Abundance, A T.I.B. Novel
Science FictionKonnor McKinley lives an ordinary and dull life. His job as a computer programmer is utterly uneventful even on a busy day, and he lives by himself in an empty apartment. He had long before accepted his normal, boring life, until now. He is on his w...
