After the quit breakfast Debbie/Mom? took me to the Hospital in her car.
The hospital looked huge as we pulled up in the parking lots. I sat nervously in the passenger seat, trying to keep my mind from racing. After everything that happened—dying, waking up in this new body, Hospitals brought back bad memories. I spent too much time on them.
I could feel my palms sweating, and I shifted in my seat. I glanced over at Debbie. She was focused on driving but noticed my nervous fidgeting. She reached over and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Leon, sweetheart, it's going to be okay," she said softly, giving me a warm smile.
I forced a smile back, but I didn't feel okay at all. Hospitals always meant bad news for me before. I stared out of the window, hoping we'd be done with this visit as fast as possible.
We parked and headed inside, the cold air hitting me as we entered. The smell of disinfectant was strong, bringing back memories of hospital beds, beeping machines, and doctors who always had sad looks on their faces. I swallowed hard, trying to keep it together. This isn't the same as before, I told myself.
I nodded, but I didn't really believe it. My palms were sweating, and my pulse felt too fast. This was all too much. Too soon. My thoughts were interrupted by the old lady sitting behind the front desk. Her nametag read "Roz," and she had that stern but grandmotherly look, with gray hair neatly styled and a pair of glasses perched on her nose.
"Can I help you?" Roz asked, her voice carrying an air of no-nonsense professionalism.
Suddenly, I heard a familiar ding in my head.
Ding! New affection interest unlocked! Receptionist: 25 EXP gained!
I blinked, trying to make sense of the sudden notification. New affection interest? I glanced at the receptionist again, who seemed completely oblivious to what had just happened. Was she part of the system too? I tried not to think too much about it, but curiosity gnawed at me.
"Everything okay, Leon?" Debbie asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah, just… nervous, I guess," I lied.
After we finished at the front desk, we moved to the waiting room. The place was packed, and I could feel people's eyes on me as we walked by. I found a seat by the corner and plopped down, trying to keep myself calm. My eyes drifted to the system notification that was still flashing in my mind.
It read: New affection interest unlocked. What did that even mean? I stared at the notification, trying to make sense of it. Did this mean I could see other people's feelings toward me? Or did the system assign certain roles or interests to people? I wasn't sure.
As I stared blankly at the door across from me, it probably looked like I was just lost in thought to anyone else. But internally, I was messing with the system, trying to see if I could pull up more information. I focused, wanting the system to show me something, and after a moment, a new window popped up.
System Overview:
Name: Leon Watson
Title: Red Dragon Emperor (Unawakened)
Job: none
Level: 1
HP:50
MP: 5
Fatigue: 3%
Stats:
Strength: 3
Agility: 5
Vitality:4
Intelligence: 7
Charisma: 4
Perception: 3
Affection Stats:
Jenny Cummins: -15
Debbie Cummins: 20
Roz Wazowski: 0
Current Quests: Family time,
I stared at it, trying to process what I was seeing. "Red Dragon Emperor"? That's new What the hell was that about? And why did it say "Unawakened"? None of this made sense.
In the chair i sat bouncing my leg anxiously. Debbie sat next to me, putting her hand on my head to her breast for a quick reassuring hug to stop my bouncing.
"It's just a quick check-up, honey. Dr. Singh just wants to make sure everything's okay. Try not to worry," Debbie said, her voice calm.
I nodded but didn't say anything. Inside, I panicked, I didn't know what to do !
"Leon Watson?" The nurse's voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up to see a short woman in a pink uniform standing by the door, smiling at me. Her name tag reads Micoe Alvarez.
Ding! New affection interest unlocked! Nurse: 25 EXP gained!
"Come on in, I'll take you to see Dr. Singh now," she said kindly. I stood up, following her with Debbie by my side.
"Hi there! Let's get you all checked out," she said with a cheerful smile as she led us down a hallway. We entered a small examination room, and I took a seat on the examination bed while Debbie sat in the corner, watching me carefully.
Nurse Micoe started checking my blood pressure and other vitals. "How are you feeling today, Leon?" she asked, her tone light.
"Uh, fine, I guess," I muttered.
Debbie's POV
Leon was acting so different ever since the accident. I couldn't blame him—he had been through so much. Losing his father from a car crash was hard enough, but the fall... it had scared me so badly. I thought I was going to lose him too. I still didn't know what exactly happened that day. He said he couldn't remember, and that worried me even more.
I watched as Nurse Micoe took Leon's vitals, her cheerful attitude helping a little to ease the tension in the room. But Leon still looked scared, like he was about to bolt out of there any second. He disliked hospitals before but not this much. After his dad passed away, he withdrew from everything, and now this...
The door opened, and Dr. Priya Singh walked in. Just seeing her gave me a bit of relief. She had always been so professional and kind, even during the hardest moments.
"Good morning, Debbie, Leon," she greeted us, her voice gentle. "Let's have a quick look, okay?"
Leon didn't respond right away. He just nodded, his face pale. Dr. Singh came over and started asking him some questions, checking his reflexes and looking at his eyes with a small flashlight.
"How have you been feeling, Leon?" Dr. Singh asked, her tone warm but focused.
Leon hesitated, then shrugged. "I don't know... normal and confused, I guess," he muttered.
Dr. Singh made a note on her clipboard, glancing at me before continuing. "It's okay to feel confused after something traumatic like your accident. Sometimes, when we go through something really hard, the mind blocks out certain memories to protect us. Debbie mentioned you've been having trouble remembering the accident. That's perfectly normal."
She paused, giving Leon a chance to speak, but he just sat there, staring at the floor. I bit my lip, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me.
"Has there been anything else going on in the family that might explain some of this memory loss?" Dr. Singh asked, looking at me directly.
I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. "Well... my husband, Leon's father... he passed away not too long ago. It's been really hard for all of us. Leon, especially. After that, he became really quiet, didn't talk much. I think it's been weighing on him."
Dr. Singh nodded thoughtfully. "I'm very sorry for your loss, Debbie. It's possible that the emotional trauma from losing his father and the accident caused this memory suppression. It's a way for his brain to cope with everything. I'll run a few more tests, but for now, just focus on making sure he feels safe. Don't push him too hard to remember. Sometimes, the memories come back when they're ready."
Her words felt like a double-edged sword. On one hand, I was relieved that there might be a reason for Leon's behavior. But on the other hand, it felt like there was nothing I could do to help him right now.
Leon's POV
I felt bad for Debbie. Hearing her talk about her husband—my supposed father—dying, and how much it affected her and "me," made my stomach twist with guilt. I wasn't the Leon she knew. I didn't have those memories, and I didn't feel her pain the way she expected me to.
I just sat there, nodding when I needed to, but all I could think about was how I was lying to these people without meaning to. They thought I was this grieving son who had lost his dad, but I didn't know him. I didn't even know what kind of guy he was, what he liked, or what kind of father he had been.
Dr. Singh seemed to understand what was going on—or at least, she had a reason for why I couldn't remember anything. Something about my brain blocking out the trauma. That gave me a good excuse for not knowing things. It was like the world had given me an easy way out of pretending to be Leon. But that didn't stop the guilt from creeping in.
As the nurse, Micoe, finished up checking me, she gave me a friendly smile.
"You're doing great, Leon. We'll just need to run a few more tests, but it looks like everything is okay for now. Just take it easy," she said kindly.
I nodded, giving her a weak smile back. Inside, I was still trying to process everything.
Debbie wiped away a tear as she thanked Dr. Singh for her time. I followed her out of the room, feeling a little lighter. The worst part was over. At least I didn't have to answer any more tough questions.
As we left the hospital and walked back to the car, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. I felt bad for Debbie, seeing how much she was hurting. But at the same time, I was relieved. I had a reason for not remembering things, and no one would question it. I didn't have to fake knowing stuff. I could take my time figuring everything out.
As we drove back home, I kept thinking about what I was going to do with this second chance at life. In my old life, I didn't have much. But here, I had a fresh start. I could be anyone, do anything.
I glanced at Debbie from the corner of my eye. She looked tired, her face still a little red from crying earlier. I didn't know what I could do to help her, but I knew I wanted to make things better for her. Maybe this new life wasn't just about me. Maybe I could help the people around me, too.
I leaned back in my seat, staring out the window as we passed a lot of houses. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but for the first time since waking up in this new body, I started to feel like maybe—just maybe—I could make the most of it.
Back home, things felt quieter than usual. Debbie seemed lost in thought, probably still thinking about the doctor's visit. I made my way to my room. I remembered it was upstairs, opened the door and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I couldn't stop thinking about everything Dr. Singh had said, how my brain might be blocking out memories as a way to protect me.
In a way, it felt like the perfect cover story for me. But I knew the truth. There were no memories to block out. I wasn't Leon. At least, not the one they remembered
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Author Note 🗒️
I'm sorry if the chapter is lackluster I try to speedrun the Main character Alex/Leon to just accept everything and to progress it .
Now he can be oblivious as fuck to things without looking not to weird as usual.
It's sad for Debbie but we get to her soon .
To the system and Dxd aspect I also get to it right now I'm reading the dxd novel and want to focus outside of kouh maybe make new enemies and dungeons
I'm still thinking what job I should give him
Dragon monarch because he also is red dragon emperor
Or just go to the god old route of the shadow monarch. I come to it soon
Anyway I hope you like the chapter and if you have some ideas for the story just write them down and I see you in the next chapter.