August did not want to wake up, today his bed provided a comfort he had forgotten a long time ago. The softness of the mattress envoy him in a cloud-like, cozy embrace.
A single, rythmically repeating beep made him reach for his alarm clock.
Only, there was no alarm clock, only a shot of pain to fully wake him from his groggy state.
He looked around, and slowly began to remember the events that had previously transpired. He recalled the cloaked man and the miniature sun, the blonde religious fanatic who had tried to kill him, and Alia.
'Crap! Alia, they took her!'
August attempted to make a quick scan of the room around him, but simply could not move his body quickly enough.
As his eyes slowly scoured his surroundings, he began to get a clear picture of where he was. Cold concrete walls surrounded him, blue and white diamond wallpaper that seemed a bit too thick and hairy running along it.
The floor was made of brown hardwood with pale streaks that ran along it, most likely from frequent footsteps.
The ceiling was also made of wood, albeit chipped and stained from what seemed to be water.
To his left, a single window allowed natural light to permeate the room, illuminating what looked like a metal nightstand with dim, nightime light that washed through perfectly cut glass panes.
A single, closed brown door laid to the very front of him.
August himself was sunken into a small, soft bed, that was the thing enveloping him in that familiar, yet almost alien comfort. It has only been two months, and yet he was already accustomed to the wild.
To his right, another similar bed was placed, though this one had much more machinery attached to the person in it. It looked like something one would see in an old movie
He watched silently and with relief as he saw Alia's chest rise and fall, allowing him to know she was still breathing. He had managed to get her the medical attention she needed, and it seemed to have been enough.
The irritating beep he had heard earlier was coming from her EKG, which forced him to put up with it, even making it a tad bit more pleasant to listen to.
The redhead was wearing av strange looking, wooden oxygen mask, and her pale face had been wiped clean of both blood and grime alike.
She was dressed in what seemed to be a hospital gown, or two, one to cover her front and one had been placed on her backwards to make a fully covering dress.
She was also running on an infusion pump, which only further drove home how truly injured she had been. In comparison, August seemed relatively healthy.
He himself was not even spared a basic heart monitor, or even a few painkillers apparently, considering the constant aching cries of his body. Nevertheless, he allowed himself to lay there in both comfort and satisfaction.
Both of them were alive, and recovering, that was more than enough for him to celebrate.
Whilst he relaxed, the door suddenly swung open.
A tall older woman– somewhere around thirty, wearing a doctor's coat - came in. She had brown skin and long, straight black hair, square glasses rested on her straight nose and served only to accentuate her lighter brown eyes.
The woman, whom he assumed to be a doctor, held a checklist and had a pen bitten between her teeth.
Behind her came a smaller pale woman, no older than her mid twenties, the smaller woman had pale skin and blue eyes, and blue hair that was pulled into what looked like a hasty bun. She also wore a similar white coat, but it seemed slightly different.
The brown doctor studied Alia carefully, jotting down notes whilst mumbling something about recovery speed, sparing August not even a glance.
The blue haired woman was the first to notice his consciousness– or acknowledge it- looking directly into his eyes before nervously speaking.
"Um… Miss Diya, h-he's-" before the soft spoken woman could finish, the brown woman, miss Diya, cut her off.
"Awake, yes I am aware, but due to standard human bodily function, I am limited to checking one person at a time. It really is odd, isn't it?"
"Yes, sorry." The blue haired woman replied, then looked down and stopped speaking.
"No need to apologize. " the brown lady sighed whilst continuing her physical examination. A few moments later, the brown woman pushed her pen behind her ear and moved to pick and probe at August as well.
He moved away instinctively, avoiding every instrument she attempted to prod him with using practiced precision. The black haired doctor – miss Diya, seemed to grow more impatient each time.
After the umpteenth time, blue vines erupted from the bed, pinning August to it as she proceeded to do a mildly invasive inspection. He could not speak up, as he felt the black haired doctor would find it irritating, and the vibe had small thorns already.
After finishing what she was doing, the doctor jotted down a few notes and released him. She then focused her attention on the blue haired woman and said to her:
"This one is awake and well, the other should be awake in the next few days. Truly astounding recovery time for such injuries. Even for those with larger Aura capacity, it normally takes longer."
Then the black haired woman put her pen into her pocket and left, closing the door behind her and leaving August with the blue haired woman, who then turned to him and began.
"Um… So, my name is Sasha. I work in the general logistics and research division of this hospital, and i was wondering if you could provide some information for us… you don't have to if you don't want to of course!"
Her voice seemed both nervous and shaky, and she began to sweat profusely. August almost felt sorry for the poor woman, if not for the fact that he was too paranoid to care much about her feelings.
Dealing with new people had always irritated him beyond belief, so this was going to be hard. Though, he felt as though the best case scenario was to accept it for what it was and offer the least amount of resistance possible.
He had already gathered that he was in a hospital, which meant he was safe. Alia was also alright, so as long as those conditions continued to be met, he saw no reason to respond with any kind of apprehension or malice. So he would have to swallow his paranoia for now, and be amicable.
"I don't mind answering your questions, so what would you like to know?"
He saw the blue eyed woman's eyes light up with a hopeful spark and a smile spread across her face, before she quickly pushed up her glasses and cleared her throat to compose herself.
Then the questioning began