"Fuck you."
By, Lucky Green
Chapter 4
Gavin's POV
I sit up abruptly with a gasp and instantly regret it when a sharp pain erupts from my shoulder. I gently touch that area to find it bandaged tightly.
I was sitting in a hospital, the walls clean and white with a window on the right. I was wearing a white hospital gown and a few things were attached to me, including a blood packet. I cringe, not wanting to know whose blood it was. Without thinking I pull the cord out of me. A wave of dizziness sweeps over me as I slide out of bed, causing me to have to grab on a nearby object. Unfortunately, it was a chair and I grabbed the back of it. Instead of helping me keep my balance, it goes down with me and we crash into the floor. I cry out in pain as my shoulder hits the floor. Curling up, I take a few deep breaths until I can finally get to my feet.
'What the hell happened?' I think, looking around for anything that could give me a clue.
Then I see the jacket. An android jacket. It was sitting on a chair across the room, covered in dried red blood and fading blue blood. I picked it up, turning the jacket around in my hands. I could feel a soft ache at the back of my head as a blurry image form. It was a memory but I couldn't quite grasp it. I curse in frustration, annoyed with myself. I don't like being clueless, it makes me feel helpless. Sneering, I choke the jacket as if it can tell me what I'm missing. As I'm doing this, the door to the room opens. I whirl around to find a doctor coming in looking down at a clipboard. He looks up and his facial expression changes to shock.
"Mr. Reed, you should be resting right now! Come, let me help you back into bed."
"What happened? Why am I here?" I ask sternly, ignoring his order.
"I'm not exactly sure but whatever you were doing ended with two shotgun bullets in your shoulder. You're lucky to have survived, you lost a lot of blood."
I touch my shoulder gently, trying to see if maybe by doing this I can remember something. Only one thing was coming up and it was blurry beyond belief.
"You don't remember anything? Results show you didn't suffer any head trauma so I'm guessing it's because of blood loss. You really should be getting in bed though. You need at least nine more bumps of blood in-"
I stop listening. Nine. Nines. The android I was working with before this. His nickname is Nines. Squeezing my eyes close and clutching the jacket to my chest, a memory slowly came to me. A man was holding a two barreled shotgun behind a chair. There was a struggle and I could faintly remember Nines being shot. Before I'm fully able to register what's happening though, the memory slowly starts fading against my attempts of keeping it there.
"Phck..." I mutter, my grip on the jacket loosening.
"Mr. Reed, you really need to get back into bed. You're still suffering from blood loss and you don't even have enough blood in your body yet. You still need some more pumps into your-"
"Where's Nines?" I interrupt, turning around.
The doctor's face twisted in confusion. "Who?"
"Nevermind," I mutter, looking down at the jacket.
'This is Nines jacket. The blue blood isn't fully gone, meaning whatever happened didn't happen long ago. Still doesn't give me a clue to where he is though.'
"Mr. Reed, please. You need to get back into bed," the doctor says as I walk toward him. Before I can walk past him however, he grabs my arm. "And where do you think you're going?"
I snatch my arm away and sneer. "Out of here, that's for sure."
"Sir, you're in no fit to be leaving. You're still suffering from blood loss and still don't have enough blood in your body like I've said before. Now I was trying to be nice, but if you don't get back in bed, I'll have to call security and put you under anesthesia."
