Web Of Lies

Chapter 3

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He found himself in a small hospital room the next time he came to. It smelt strongly of cleaning products, and nearly everything was coloured an off-ish white. Memories of what happened rushed back into his head, making him lunge up into a sitting position. Instantly, pain throbbed through his ribs, and he felt like the world was spinning round. Nausea overtook him, and he threw up his breakfast on the blue coloured floor.

The spinning ceased after a few seconds, the acidic burn still present in his throat. He put his hands up to his head, trying to soothe the headache that was starting to form. While doing so he noticed how there seemed to be dry blood and white dust caked in his hair.

Giving up on trying to calm his headache, he moved his gaze to his clothes. They weren't the ones he remembered wearing this morning. Which meant that someone had undressed him, and put him in a hospital gown. Guess it makes sense though, if his hair tells him anything it's that he probably was covered in blood and this white dust. Now that he thinks about it, how did he get in this situation in the first place? All he could remember was the ride to the hospital, feeling a shit ton of pain, and the Authorities pinning Dad down. Wait.

"Dad?!" He choked, finally noticing the dryness of my throat. What the heck did they do to Dad? Where was he?
Laced with worry, he slid off the other side of the bed that didn't have vomit on the floor. Feeling the cold marble ground against his bare feet, he pushed himself off the bed, instantly regretting it. The world was spinning like he was on one of those cup rides, making him falter slightly in his stance.

After a few seconds of holding himself against the wall to adjust to the dizziness, he pushed on forward, tumbling to the door. Twisting the knob and opening the wooden door, he was met with an empty hallway. Great, this was going to be much harder than he initially thought.

Taking a deep breath, he turned left, putting his left hand onto the wall to somewhat keep himself balanced.
Pushing his palm against the wall for support, he shuffled alongside the wall. Every once in a while, putting both of his hands on the wall when it got too dizzy. Damn, why was it so hard to walk? And where the fuck is everyone?!

Tripping over his feet, he caught himself at the last moment. This was getting so damn annoying, maybe he should have just stayed in the hospital room he found himself in. Surely someone would have come and answered all his questions.
Realizing how stupid his current actions were, he huffed in annoyment. Great, what a waste of time. He should have just thought of that before he decided to fucking do this, but no~ John always seems to choose the stupidest decisions ever, and then pay for them later. Just like-

Shouting broke him off his line of thought. He turned around, and was met with the sight of a nurse rushing towards him, shouting his name.
"What are you doing out of your room?" She huffed, clearly red in the face like a tomato. Her long brown hair frazzled and her purple eyes bloodshot.

"Um." He said, trying to think of the right words to explain what he was trying to do. Silence engulfed the hallway once again, the awkwardness radiating off the conversation.
"Well, you can explain it later. For now we need you to go back to your room to rest." She spoke, filling the silence. Nodding, he started to shuffle back to his room. To speed up the process, she put her hands onto his shoulders for support and pushed him slightly. Our footsteps echoed through the hallway, he still wondered where everyone was.
Arriving at the room, she sat him down onto the hospital bed. It creaked slightly under his pressure, as he felt the white blanket crumble in his hands.

Looking up, the nurse had a clipboard grasped in one of her hands and was fixing her hair up.
"Alright, after you were administered into New Bostin Hospital it was identified that you had sustained a concussion and eight broken ribs. Dr. Keller was able to heal all these injuries, but her ability doesn't get rid of the pain and side effects. Because of this you will be staying here for twenty four hours for your concussion, and you will be prescribed painkillers for a couple of weeks. Overall you should take it easy for about two to four weeks. Any questions?" She stated, glimpsing over to him from the clipboard she had picked up.

"What about Dad?" He said, taking the chance to fill his worry for Dad's safety.
"Dad?" She questioned, confusion etched through her face.
"William Doe." He clarified, maybe his name would ring a bell.
"I don't think there was a William Doe registered in the hospital's database." She replied, her eyes glowing a bright purple meaning her ability was active.
"Oh, alright." Instantly deflating in defeat. Maybe he could ask someone else, or find Dad himself.
"Oh, how rude of me, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Mendel, my ability is called Memory Library. It's level three, what about you?" She said, seeming to want to distract him from his current thoughts.
"John Doe, Aura Manipulation." He stated, not really wanting to dwell on his ability. Didn't she already know that though?
"Okay." She said, seeming to ignore his missing level.

"Do you have any painkillers?" He asked after a few seconds of silence, his ribs were killing him.
"Oh, yes. Here they are." She stumbled over her words, as she seemed to take out a bottle of medication from her pocket. She continued with her words as he took the bottle from her hands, "Please take in mind that you can only take two painkillers per day, each one lasts for four to six hours."

Twisting the cap open, he took one tablet. The pill rolling around in his hand, he thought that maybe he should ask Mendel for some water. The increasing stinging pain changed his mind though.

Placing the pill in his mouth, he lifted his head up and chugged it with difficulty. Mendel nodded, taking the bottle from him and screwing the cap shut.
"The medication will take action in about half an hour, it is recommended for you to rest for the rest of the day. If you need any help there is a red button located to the right side of your bed, after all we don't want a repeat of your little departure." Mendel chuckled, and continued, "Well then, goodbye." She moved over to the door, waving to him. He meekly waved back, guiding his eyes back down to his lap. Hearing the click of the door closing, he lied down sighing. Putting his hands up to his face, he started thinking deeply.
Where in the world was Dad? What had the Authorities done to him? It looked like they were arresting him, but why? He hadn't done anything wrong, so why were they treating him like a damn criminal?

No matter how much he thought, no explanation came to his mind. It doesn't matter why they were there, all he needed to know is where Dad was at this moment? And how he could get there to talk to him, to see if he was okay? Maybe he could ask around, maybe try and get a phone so he could ring Dad. If that didn't work, then maybe he could search for an Authority agent and ask. Gripping his hair tightly, he thought how this was going to be a lot harder than he thought. A wave of exhaustion swept over him, maybe sleeping on it would help.

Getting comfortable as best as possible, he dozes off feeling the residing pain in his ribs begin to turn numb.