Bill: "Or I'm just lying here losing my mind," he thought with a smirk.
Trying to maintain his sanity, Bill lifted his head to look at the only other person usually in the room.
She had black hair, was incredibly tall, and quite beautiful, if Bill were to objectively assess her appearance.
As he looked at his new mother, he thought to himself. He was clearly pleased with his improved mobility, but the most significant changes since the day he ended up in this room had occurred mainly in his head.
This was not the path he thought his life would take; he had wanted so desperately to see his wife in heaven that after the initial shock of his situation subsided, he almost cursed God for this.
Ultimately, he was puzzled as to why he found himself in this situation. He had a lot of practical knowledge. At least, practical knowledge for a working man living in middle America. Bill knew he had always been quite a responsible person, having worked diligently from a young age and led a more or less righteous life. However, he was aware of his shortcomings, which were not few, and couldn't understand why he was any better than someone else.
In the end, he just shook his head and accepted his fate. Although he knew nothing about his current situation, he believed he must have some role.
Even though it wasn't immediately clear, God would show him the way. That was the decision he made for himself.
Affirming his faith, Bill began to truly clear his mind for the first time since waking up in this place. He thanked his parents and those who had influenced his past life. He vowed to them that he would live as righteously as possible in this new life. He promised himself that he would find his wife if she too was reborn, and they would live together again. And if he never found her, Bill hesitated: "... "We'll just have to wait a little longer."
As his soul found peace and he accepted his new reality, the door to the hospital room slightly opened.
Looking away from his mother, Bill saw an elderly man enter the room, surrounded by three armed individuals dressed in white coats, blue pants, and white baseball caps.
Bill: "Uh?"
He involuntarily made a sound. Apart from the unexpected intrusion of several random people into his ward, there were two completely unexpected things. First, each of these people was armed with either a musket or a broad sword. Secondly, the word "MARINE" was written on each of their caps.
The combination of these two factors contradicted his expectations and caused a momentary lapse in his reaction.
Having made his involuntary sound and without having time to think further about what happened, the old man in a white lab coat, striped shirt, and golden gloves noticed Bill and approached his crib.
As he approached Bill's crib, he stopped a few steps away and assumed a thoughtful look, which Bill returned with the same expression. Looking up at the old man, Bill's thoughts raced at the speed of light as he tried to figure out who this could be.
"He must be important; normal guards couldn't enter a hospital with such weapons. They couldn't be jailers since this man wasn't restrained."
While forming his opinion about the strange old man, the man's expression changed from thoughtful to a satisfied smile. Taking two more steps toward Bill, who expected to be picked up, the old man suddenly stopped, and the air seemed to become charged.
Confused but not yet worried, Bill shook his head from side to side, glancing around the room. First, he looked up at the ceiling and noticed that the image of the tiles became blurry, as if he were looking through a mirage.
After Bill's head bobbed several times in surprise at what he saw, he instinctively turned it toward his mother. For the first time since he met her, she was sitting upright on the bed, looking at the old man with golden gloves with a shine in her eyes Bill had never seen before. As a result, the old man seemed to take a step back.
Infants and children always look to their parents' reactions to understand how they should respond. Despite his more than ninety years, Bill also succumbed to this evolutionary instinct and instinctively felt that he didn't like the way his mother looked at the old man with golden gloves. He didn't like this situation at all.
"Should I scream? Will help come? I don't think my mother can speak... if these people do something, how will I be able to respond..."
Instantly, his mind went into overdrive, and he made a snap decision.
Taking a deep breath, Bill let out a piercing cry:
"WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHG!"
Suddenly, the electrified atmosphere vanished, and the smile slipped from the old man's face. Bill's mother changed her gaze and looked at him, still lying on his stomach with his head raised.
The old man also redirected his gaze, turning his head from the woman on the bed back to Bill, before breaking into a wide smile again. However, this time, instead of approaching the infant, he raised his hands and laughed, addressing Bill's mother once more.
?: "*****************WmD."