Elemental Masters: Awakening

CHAPTER 8 - Sam

I woke up on a bed. I didn't think the afterlife would start with me lying on a bed, but that was for God to decide. I continued to lie there for a couple minutes, staring at the ceiling of the afterlife which vaguely reminded me of that of the infirmary. When I finally got tired of lying, I tried to sit up, immediately regretting it as I felt a shot of pain travel up my spinal cord. That indicated that I wasn't dead, I was pretty sure that when you die you don't feel pain anymore. That meant that everything that had happened in the toilet might not actually have been real. Maybe I had hit my head that morning and had been hallucinating. Maybe the whole "Elemental Master of Water" thing wasn't real and I had actually been here in the infirmary the whole day. That made more sense then me being able to control water, the whole concept was a little farfetched. Oh, I prayed to God that it was all just some silly hallucination, but then again how wasn't it, was I meant to believe that all that had happened really happened; the whirlpool, the glowing eyes, breathing underwater, etc., all that happened. When I was finally able to sit up with the aid of the headrest on my bed, I saw the school nurse approach me. I decided against asking her if the whole toilet incident actually took place. I wasn't ready to faint again, this time from shock, if I found out the whole incident actually was in fact real.

'Ah, you're awake,' said the nurse.

'What happened to me?' I inquired.

Sure I said I wouldn't ask, but to be truthful, I wasn't a man of my words. Plus I really needed to know what happened.

'I don't know darling. You were brought here unconscious from the gents,' she replied.

So everything that happened in the restroom was true. I was starting to feel lightheaded again. The only question now was... Well at least the only one the nurse could answer.

'Who brought me here then?' I asked.

It had to be Kyle. He must have come back and saved me when he realized that I hadn't left the toilet behind him. Well he should've expected that seeing as I had no idea how to control my "powers".

'I believe the boy's name is Isaac,' the nurse said.

I guess I was wrong, it wasn't Kyle, but who the hell was Isaac. I didn't recall knowing any Isaac. Maybe he was just a freshman who wanted to use the toilet but instead was hit by a flood. I truly pitied young Isaac, poor Isaac, always the sacrificial lamb, even in the Bible. But he was my hero, I would have to find and thank him for saving my life. I wonder what he's reaction would have been when he opened the door, getting hit by a flood and when finally able to stand up fully drenched, seeing a boy (me) half dead by his feet. All the while, still feeling the urge to take a whiz. I wonder if he was in the guidance counsellor's office talking about his troubles or if he was in the restroom finally taking that piss. Maybe somebody else had opened the door, got hit by the flood then just stepped over my body went to piss leaving me to lie there. Then after a few minutes, Isaac came along, saw me on the brink of death and carried me to the nurse.

'Uuur, sorry to ask but was this boy, Isaac, drenched in water when he came?' I probed.

'Oh yes, he was dripping from head to toe, said he got hit by some kind of flood. He was the one that created that puddle there,' said the nurse pointing to a puddle on the floor.

So he was the one that was hit by the flood, so he was probably drying off in the counsellor's office talking about his troubles then.

'Anyway, I'll go get you some water to drink,' said the nurse.

'No thank you ma'am. I think I've had enough for today,' I replied.

That was a serious understatement; I'd had enough water for an entire lifetime.