Post by enzeru on Feb 15, 2012 17:51:31 GMT -5
Swirling, unending darkness. There was nothing she could do but fall deeper and deeper into the void, long since having lost the fear of hitting the bottom. She tried to move as voices converged on her, mumbling incoherently. Did she know these voices? Did they know her? She couldn’t remember. Why could she not remember? Feeling a floor beneath her, she tried to move, her body was still unresponsive. She tried to open her eyes, slowly the bright blue optical fluttered open. Her vision was hazy and things were spinning ever so slightly. In a few more moments they spun into a single blurry image before things became clearer.
She was laying on a floor, a shiny clean floor, and everything appeared to be white or metallic in hue. Slowly, her ears began to pick up a beeping sound. It was steady and seemed to keep a rhythm. She had to get up, to see what was going on and find out where she was. When she tried, her hands twitched. It was progress but it wasn’t fast enough. A shrill cry pierced her ears. It wasn’t her own, she was okay.
“Eek! You shouldn’t be out of bed, how did you even get on the floor? Doctor! Come help me pick her up and put her back in bed.”
Somehow she managed to get a hand under her and used it to push herself up on a shaky arm, her other hand followed suit. She managed to make it up to one knee, her long black hair falling to obscure her face as she slowly raised her head to get a view of the two people standing in a doorway, a doctor and a nurse, she knew this much. Rising to her feet, she stumbled backwards and hit a wall, feeling the ache of her muscles as they touched a solid surface for the first time since she had regained consciousness. Casually, she leaned against the wall, fighting back what pain there was. “How long have I been out like this?”
The nurse and doctor looked at each other and the man grabbed a tan folder from a nearby desk. He looked at the file and then at the patient, his eyes going from shock to amazement and back again. “You’ve been in a coma for a week. How you pulled out of this is beyond me, but you are a miracle.”
A smirk crossed her lips as she tilted her head to the side. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind telling me my name, it seems I have lost pieces of my memory.”
The doctor nodded knowingly, “That is normal for people who slip into a coma. It is possible for you to get those memories back, it just takes time and effort. Your name is Enzeru Nora Tomoshibi, but I think it‘s best you work out the rest on your own.”
“I see. Thank you for the help you were able to give, I should probably work on getting my life back on track.” Enzeru attempted to stand away from the wall but just fell back into it. “Ugh.”
“I should probably mention that you were found beaten in a way that leads me to believe you were in a fight. Give your body a bit more time to heal, I recommend a couple more days here with us. Since no one has come looking for you or reported you as missing, I assume you live alone.” The doctor offered his arm to steady her as he led her to a chair.
“Is there somewhere else I can stay, somewhere a bit more comfortable?” The room she was in was undoubtedly for patients under close watch and was cold and stark, devoid of any kind of light other than artificial.
The nurse looked at a clipboard that had been in her hand. She looked over it twice before nodding. “Yes, we have a room that you might like, but it’s a single and I’m not sure you should be left alone after having just come out of a coma.”
Enzeru shook her head, “Don’t worry about it, something tells me this isn’t the worst I’ve been though. You did say my injuries were such that makes you think I was in a fight. It’s likely it wasn’t my first and I would hate to see what happened to the other guy.”
The doctor and nurse looked at each other, their faces appeared stricken with worry.
The patient went pale, her eyes widened with fear. “I… didn’t kill someone, did I?”
“No, but there was a trail of blood that led to a dead end. There was no body. The police said it looked like they were in a hurry, judging by the trail.” The doctor nodded to the nurse and she left. “While she sees to your room, you must be hungry. Is there anything you want?”
“Fried chocobo. I faintly remember eating it with a good friend in a cafeteria of, we worked at a corporation of sorts. My position was… it was… Damn it, I can‘t remember.” Enzeru crossed her arms and sulked. It was one of those memories she really wanted to remember, almost as if it had been a happy memory.
“Fried what? I’m sorry, but maybe you meant fried chicken. Sometimes to instruments play tricks with people’s voices. I’ll have some sent up to you when you get settled in.” The doctor still seemed concerned for his patient, if he had heard her right then she might not be all there and the coma might have affected her.
The nurse returned and led Enzeru up to her new room, the doctor seeing to it that she was being properly supported as she stumbled along. What had happened to her to cause this and who was she anyway? She knew she was important and someone was looking for her, but who? The new room was more comfortable and had a large window to let in plenty of light. It looked out on a busy city, however, it was not the city she remembered. The city she remembered was partially in ruins, the victim of some cataclysmic event that nearly repeated itself. The details were lost to her now, but something told her that this was not where she belonged. Not just the hospital, but this world. Soon, she would be able to go looking for answers.
WC: 1071
She was laying on a floor, a shiny clean floor, and everything appeared to be white or metallic in hue. Slowly, her ears began to pick up a beeping sound. It was steady and seemed to keep a rhythm. She had to get up, to see what was going on and find out where she was. When she tried, her hands twitched. It was progress but it wasn’t fast enough. A shrill cry pierced her ears. It wasn’t her own, she was okay.
“Eek! You shouldn’t be out of bed, how did you even get on the floor? Doctor! Come help me pick her up and put her back in bed.”
Somehow she managed to get a hand under her and used it to push herself up on a shaky arm, her other hand followed suit. She managed to make it up to one knee, her long black hair falling to obscure her face as she slowly raised her head to get a view of the two people standing in a doorway, a doctor and a nurse, she knew this much. Rising to her feet, she stumbled backwards and hit a wall, feeling the ache of her muscles as they touched a solid surface for the first time since she had regained consciousness. Casually, she leaned against the wall, fighting back what pain there was. “How long have I been out like this?”
The nurse and doctor looked at each other and the man grabbed a tan folder from a nearby desk. He looked at the file and then at the patient, his eyes going from shock to amazement and back again. “You’ve been in a coma for a week. How you pulled out of this is beyond me, but you are a miracle.”
A smirk crossed her lips as she tilted her head to the side. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind telling me my name, it seems I have lost pieces of my memory.”
The doctor nodded knowingly, “That is normal for people who slip into a coma. It is possible for you to get those memories back, it just takes time and effort. Your name is Enzeru Nora Tomoshibi, but I think it‘s best you work out the rest on your own.”
“I see. Thank you for the help you were able to give, I should probably work on getting my life back on track.” Enzeru attempted to stand away from the wall but just fell back into it. “Ugh.”
“I should probably mention that you were found beaten in a way that leads me to believe you were in a fight. Give your body a bit more time to heal, I recommend a couple more days here with us. Since no one has come looking for you or reported you as missing, I assume you live alone.” The doctor offered his arm to steady her as he led her to a chair.
“Is there somewhere else I can stay, somewhere a bit more comfortable?” The room she was in was undoubtedly for patients under close watch and was cold and stark, devoid of any kind of light other than artificial.
The nurse looked at a clipboard that had been in her hand. She looked over it twice before nodding. “Yes, we have a room that you might like, but it’s a single and I’m not sure you should be left alone after having just come out of a coma.”
Enzeru shook her head, “Don’t worry about it, something tells me this isn’t the worst I’ve been though. You did say my injuries were such that makes you think I was in a fight. It’s likely it wasn’t my first and I would hate to see what happened to the other guy.”
The doctor and nurse looked at each other, their faces appeared stricken with worry.
The patient went pale, her eyes widened with fear. “I… didn’t kill someone, did I?”
“No, but there was a trail of blood that led to a dead end. There was no body. The police said it looked like they were in a hurry, judging by the trail.” The doctor nodded to the nurse and she left. “While she sees to your room, you must be hungry. Is there anything you want?”
“Fried chocobo. I faintly remember eating it with a good friend in a cafeteria of, we worked at a corporation of sorts. My position was… it was… Damn it, I can‘t remember.” Enzeru crossed her arms and sulked. It was one of those memories she really wanted to remember, almost as if it had been a happy memory.
“Fried what? I’m sorry, but maybe you meant fried chicken. Sometimes to instruments play tricks with people’s voices. I’ll have some sent up to you when you get settled in.” The doctor still seemed concerned for his patient, if he had heard her right then she might not be all there and the coma might have affected her.
The nurse returned and led Enzeru up to her new room, the doctor seeing to it that she was being properly supported as she stumbled along. What had happened to her to cause this and who was she anyway? She knew she was important and someone was looking for her, but who? The new room was more comfortable and had a large window to let in plenty of light. It looked out on a busy city, however, it was not the city she remembered. The city she remembered was partially in ruins, the victim of some cataclysmic event that nearly repeated itself. The details were lost to her now, but something told her that this was not where she belonged. Not just the hospital, but this world. Soon, she would be able to go looking for answers.
WC: 1071
