When Dominic opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar room. Under the dim light of a lamp, he gazed at the ceiling and took a slow breath. Blinking, he surveyed the details of the room. It looked like an old hospital room. The walls were filled with cracks, the paint chipped in places, and the atmosphere felt almost like that of an abandoned building. The sharp scent of disinfectant in the air reminded him that the place was still functional.
His head was in a fog. He tried to remember, but his mind seemed shrouded in mist. The last thing he recalled was stumbling on the tracks with a sudden pain in his head, and then the train speeding towards him.
He remembered the screams for help going unheard, and realizing there was no escape. The collision with the train seemed inevitable. He was certain he had been crushed, his life ending right there.
And yet, here he was. **Alive.** But how could that be possible? He didn't feel any pain. It must have been a dream. However, when he clenched his fists to check his senses, everything felt so real, down to his fingertips.
He noticed a nurse call button by his bed. For the first time, he felt the urge to move. He pressed the button and took a deep breath, waiting patiently. Soon, the door creaked open. But instead of a nurse in a white coat, it was his closest friend, Stephen, who entered, weariness etched deep in his face.
Dominic furrowed his brows and looked at him.
"Hey Steph, what's going on here? Where are we? What happened to me?"
Stephen slowly entered the room, offering a calming smile as he responded, "First, I want you to stay calm. You had a major accident last night. Whether it was luck or something else, I don't know, but you're still alive. I was the first to reach you, and I brought you here."
As Dominic tried to process his friend's words, his frown deepened.
"I was run over by a train, Steph. I remember that. I was crushed, I'm sure of it. But here I am, sitting here alive. This can't be real."
Stephen took a deep breath, put his hands in his pockets, and shook his head.
"You're right. The train crushed your legs completely. But that's not the point, Dominic. Even when I found you in that condition, I couldn't make sense of it. It was as though something turned that accident into something beyond a simple mishap."
Dominic looked down at his legs in disbelief. **They were still there.** He could still feel them. He hesitated, then pulled back the blanket to see if he could move them. **They looked perfectly intact.**
His friend's words felt like a joke to him."Are you trying to trick me, Stephen? My legs are here! Whatever happened on those tracks, I must have survived it. But what you're saying... this is nonsense!" he shouted.
Stephen nodded calmly, as if he had expected this reaction. "I'm here to tell you the truth, Dominic. And I have to show you for you to believe it."
As he said this, he pointed to a black bag placed in the corner of the room.Dominic's eyes locked onto the bag. He hadn't noticed it before. His curiosity mixed with anger as Stephen opened the bag and revealed its contents to him. **Metal pieces.**
They could have been parts of anything, but Stephen's explanation only made things stranger.
"These are pieces of your legs, Dominic," Stephen said in a cold, steady voice.
"I found them shattered under the train. And these... they're made of metal, nothing else."
Dominic didn't want to believe what he was hearing, but with a moment's hesitation, he glanced down at his legs. He looked again. He still had movement, still felt them. He pulled the blanket away and his breath caught in his throat.His legs were completely made of metal.
A material that shone like stainless steel, smoothly covering everything from his knees down. For a moment, he couldn't even blink. Wishing this wasn't real, he rubbed his eyes, but the image didn't change.
**This wasn't a joke.**"This... this is impossible," he muttered, his anger gradually giving way to fear.Stephen took a step closer and looked into Dominic's eyes.
"Even if you don't believe me, you have to believe your own eyes. I don't know what's happening, but one thing I do know: this is no ordinary life anymore, Dominic. This is the beginning of something entirely different."
Dominic was drowning in the chaos of questions in his mind.
"I have no idea how this could be possible. Do you know anything, Steph? Why did this happen?"
Stephen paused for a moment, his gaze drifting to the corner of the room.
"Dominic... this accident wasn't a coincidence. What were you doing on those tracks? Don't you remember?"
Dominic took a deep breath, trying to search his memories. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall anything clearly before the event. All he knew was the pain in his head and the darkness that followed.
"I don't know... but I feel something," he whispered.
"This wasn't just an accident. It was like someone, or something, pushed me there."
Stephen paused, his eyes locking with Dominic's face.
"If that's true, then they didn't just change your life. Maybe you've been pulled into something we don't understand. We need to find the answer together."
These words intensified the silence in the room. Dominic was certain that something was wrong. But now, it wasn't just about surviving—he wanted to uncover the mystery behind his strange metal legs and the events he had experienced.