Daughter of Thor

Chapter 32

Frigga

Fridays used to be my favorite day of the week. But now I was dreading waking up because I was stuck in the hospital. After I fell asleep last night, I assume my dad left. On the couch that was in my room was a suitcase. I slid out of bed, my heart felt like it was on fire and my legs were weak but I shuffled over to the bag anyways. I popped it open to reveal my clothes, laptop, phone and chargers. Thank God for my mom. My nurse walked in the room right at that moment.

"Oh good you're walking now! So the little school that we've got going on here starts at ten. For the next hour you can walk around and I'll introduce you to the family!" She cheerfully said. I nodded and followed her from the room.

Now at the hospitals generally the floors are split into what kind of condition you have. There is a floor for the pregnant woman and a floor for the people in critical condition. Then there's the floor for the children who live there. These are the kids that for a portion of their lives are confined to the four white walls and sanitary space of the hospital. I was now one of those children.

First my nurse, whom I learned was named Lindy, took me to visit a boy named Michael. He was walking around the city with his friends the night that the dark elves invaded. Long story short he was in a minor accident, suffered a small concussion and is now in a coma.

Next was a boy named Keaton. He was diagnosed with lung cancer last year and shares a room with a boy named Jared who has Lymphoma.

"It's so nice to finally meet you!" Keaton said as he hugged me, he backed up a little bit, dragging his metal air tank cart with him. Keaton wore a pair of kinda nerdy glasses and had short, short light brown hair. It looked like he was getting better and hopefully he was.

"We have heard a lot about you," Jared shook my hand and sat on his bed. He was really tan, but had no hair for obvious reasons. After Lindy explained my condition, we moved onto a girl named Kirsten. She was in the hospital due to her eating disorder. She was really really nice and had long dark hair. She wore a fedora with a plain white shirt and a black skirt. She had on knee high socks with knee high black boots to match. Kirsten was a bit of a perfectionist and you could tell by her room and the way she kept everything.

Lindy walked me back to my room and informed me that class would start in twenty minutes. I nodded, closed my door and then returned to my suitcase. I picked out a pair of black skinny jeans and a red T-shirt. I headed into my bathroom and changed into my clothes.  After doing that, I slipped on my converse and left the bathroom. My backpack was at the foot of the hospital bed so I took our a notebook and a pencil them checked the clock. It was nine fifty six so I left my room.

"Where's the classroom?" I asked the lady that was typing away on her computer.

"Straight down the hall, room nine fourteen," she told me and pointed. I thanked her a started down the hall. Once I found the room, I walked straight in. There was a whiteboard that was on wheels and a few tables with two chairs at each. The whiteboard said Mrs. Harty across the top, letting me know of my new teachers name. Another table was at the front of the room near the board, it only had markers, a pen, a few folders, and a notebook on it.

"Frigga come sit with me!" Keaton called I looked over to see him waving me towards him.

"Alright," I said and slid into the seat next to him. "What are we even doing in this class?" I asked.

"We basically just take notes and do work until twelve thirty, then we come back for another hour and a half  after lunch is over and finish whatever we still need to go over. It's way better than normal school," he smiled. He had one of the best smiles around. Despite the tubes to air that tickled his nose, he was still able to smile like nothing was wrong.

"That sounds way better," I said and laughed. Jared sat in front of me and Kirsten sat at the table across from us. A middle aged woman with her black hair walked into the room wearing a pair of jeans and a white jacket.

"Frigga right?" She asked when she passed me so I nodded. "I figured since I just got your records from your school." She held up a red folder and sat it on the table with the rest.

"Today we'll be covering substituting equations," Mrs. Harty spoke out loud. It was already ten and I could tell it was going to be a long day.

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Then clocked ticked, making me even more anxious by the second. Nick Fury, Agent Hill and I have been sitting in a conference room at the hospital for exactly three minutes now in deafening silence. Fury was looking over paperwork with Hill and neither one if them had spoken up. Until now

"Frigga we understand your condition is one that can be fatal," Nick started, "But we can still need to know about your experiences in Svartalfheim."

"I never went outside. I was never outside those castle walls so I doubt I can be of much help," I stated honestly.

"You can help us more than you think. What we want to know is not only about the castle and their part of the nine world, we want to know about Isaac."

If I was nervous before, then that sentence is what made my blood run cold. How the fuck did they expect me to talk about that? He shot himself right in front of me. I could feel my face drain and I looked Nick Fury straight in the eye. "You have the video footage from the prison cell. Figure out what happened yourself."

I stood up and passed them as I began to leave the room.

"Frigga Jane," Fury called. I spun on my heels to see Agent Hill facing me, but Fury was still sitting the way he was, which was away from me. "We will be back tomorrow. Be ready to talk then. You're not a moral and you will never have a normal life. Got it?"

I stared at the back of his head for a few seconds before saying, "Yes Sir." And with that I left the room.

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A/N

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