“What, Doctor?” I inquired, as I could not believe my ears. I reached up my by head, bandaged. I felt odd, like I was standing outside myself; my brain, my feelings, didn’t feel quite like myself.

“The accident was quite severe, I’m afraid. Your brain ha sustained a rare injury. But this was one that was repairable my a new technology, nano-tech.”

“Wait, like Star Trek or Tony Stark?” I groggily asked.

“Well, yes, but real. And in your brain. The tiny machine-“ “I’m Seven-of-Nine!! But with a smaller chest...” “As I was saying, the machines are repairing your brain as we speak!! We hope you have a full recovery soon, but we will keep in observation for a few weeks after, we need to monitor your healing.”

“Can I assimilate you? Or form armor?” I didn’t know whether it was the accident, the shock of survival, the nano-whatsists, or the excellent pain meds coursing through my veins, but I was giddy as can be.

“Well, no, but in truth we don’t know what the long term of affects of this new technology is. You are the first human we tried this on.”

I was staring at my hand, trying to release the assimilation tubules, no such luck. “Wait, first human? Who gave consent to this experiment?”

“Oh, look at the time. I am afraid I was needed elsewhere. I will talk to you again tomorrow, and congrats on your recovery.”

The doctor quickly leaves the room, and I hear the door lock. I tried to get up to open the door, but find my body is not obeying my brain. The tech? The drugs? Oh, I am too weak to care. I drift off to sleep.

He knows where he is before his eyes even open. Raising his lids above his brown irises and dilated pupils only confirms his worst fears. He didn’t dream up that car accident.

He can’t even speak when a nurse walks in. It feels like a weight is pressing down on him. The nurse looks at him with sympathy as he writes something down on a clipboard. But something is off. His edges are blurred and... yellow? Before he can creep the nurse out with his stare, a doctor walks in. “Morning Tom,” she smiles to the yellow-tinged nurse. “Morning Dr Smith,” he replies before leaving the room.

The doctor walks around the bed checking on several machines that surround his bed. She seems pleased with what she sees. Then she looks at him with concern. “I have some news that’s going to be difficult for you to hear,” she tells him, “You were in an accident-“ “Yeah, I know,” he snaps. There’s something off with the doctor too. Her edges are blurred into red. “Mr Young,” she sighs, “it’s more serious than that. The couple in the other car were killed on impact... and so were you.”

He can’t process this. It’s not real. The machines around him beep more rapidly. “Mr Young,” begs the doctor, “Mr Young, please calm down. I need to finish my explanation.” Then it hits him. Why did she mention the other couple? Surely that’s confidential? Or at least something that would upset someone with serious injuries from a deadly car accident? “So you brought me back?” he looks her dead in the eyes. “Yes. It shouldn’t have been possible. We scanned your brain-“ “And you found something unusual? Something wrong?” He’s getting inpatient. He just wants to know what’s going on. “Yes,” she rubs her temples, “a rare injury. Almost unheard of. Only 3- well, 4 now- cases in medical history.” “What is it?” He’s almost scared to hear the answer. The doctor looks around the room and out into the corridor, but there’s no one there. “You can see when people will die.”

Before he has time to process this, she collapses; blood spreading across her chest. She’s been shot. Tom- the yellow nurse- runs in to help her, but then the walls are painted with his brains as a second bullet sails through the already shattered window.

A figure enters the room. They’re cloaked, toting a gun. “Ben?” he asks “Y-yeah?” he’s backed up in his hospital bed. “Come with us. We need your gift.” His aura is green. Ben unplugs himself and follows his rescuer.

My eyes open, but I can’t see much. I try blinking them a couple of times until my vision clears up. Once I can finally see I notice that I’m in a weird place surrounded by strange people.

“Hello there, you must be Daisy. I’m Betty, your nurse.” She says as she’s checking all my vitals. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” She asked.

“I’m feeling fine, but where am I and who are you again?!” I asked all confused. I just keep looking around waiting for her to respond back, but she says nothing. “WHO ARE YOU AND WHERE AM I?” I yelled!

This was just all too strange. I didn’t recognize a thing.

A few moments later the strange lady is signaling for other people to come over. “We’re going to need the straps for this one, she’s getting rowdy.” She announced. “Yes ma’am!” They all said in unison. This was just getting weirder and weirder, and now I can’t move. What do I do, what do I do? (Thinking to myself).

“I’m sorry we have to do this to you honey, but we can’t allow you to get like this.” Betty said. “Just tell me where I am please, I’m begging you.” I asked frantically.

“You’re in the hospital sweetie.””You came in unconscious five days ago.””We had to perform emergency surgery on your brain and something went wrong.” Betty explained. “But let me get Dr. Quinn, so she can explain it a little bit more.”

Assuming that this is Dr. Quinn, someone comes barging in my room. She doesn’t even introduce herself. She’s just walking around touching me.

“Follow my flashlight with your eyes, but without moving your head.””Alright, now squeeze my fingers as hard as you can.””Okay perfect, now sit up for me so I can listen to your heartbeat.””You can lay back down now.”

“Can I talk to you for a minute?” She asked Betty. Betty walks over to this strange lady. “Yes ma’am?” Betty says sounding confused. “Why did you call me in here? This patient is fine.” She asks angrily. “I’m sorry ma’am, but the patient is having a hard time remembering things and I was hoping you can explain things to her.” Betty said. “Look I don’t have time for this. I’m a busy woman!” She says. “I know ma’am I know, but please just for a second.” Betty begs. “Fine, just move out of my way.”

“Hi, how are you doing? I’m Dr. Quinn.” “Hello, I’m fine. Just please tell me where I am and why am I here.” I said desperately. “You’re at the hospital and you had brain surgery. I messed up so now you have memory loss forever. I’m terribly sorry.””I have to go now.” Dr. Quinn said.

Dr. Quinn walks out and Nurse Betty walks over to me and says. “I hope you’re comfortable, you’ll be staying here awhile.” Then Betty leaves the room leaving me alone. Still in restraints.

The End.

She finally awoke from her 18 hour sleep, but with no memory of what happened. She was confused and angry that she had no idea where she was or why she was here. She was in pain. And a lot of it. As her mind trailed off into wild thoughts the doctors came creeping in. She couldn’t help but notice their expressions on their faces, they looked sad almost distraught but in a sorry kind of way. What was going on? Why did they look like this? As her mind was speeding off with more thoughts, the doctors opened their mouths and started to talk. The room was filling with an explosion of huge and complicated words that she thought were the reason to do with what had happened. But she still had no idea. She hated feeling this way. He anger was believing up inside her as she thought this. Without thinking she shot a question straight at the doctors interrupting them, “what the hell are you talking about?”, stunned by what they were asked, they knew they would have to explain it all more simply. A few minutes later, her facial expression turned from confused and angry to fury and distraught. The doctors noticed her expressions and decided to leave her alone, so slowly stepped out of the room. She couldn’t believe it. How did this happen?

As all of these questions rushed through her mind. She realised what the doctors had just told her. That she had a rare brain injury. They’ll try all then can to help. But they have no idea what they’re doing in other words. She had to stay under the supervision and care of the doctors for the rest of her life. Or what’s left of it anyway.

So...what now?

I wake up in the recovery room, it looks like all the other rooms, but more empty. This one is just me and my oxygen tank. I look around and there is a nurse, who sees that I am awake.

“Hello, I’m Margaret. Your nurse for the day. On a scale of one to ten, one being the least, ten being the most, how much pain are you feeling?” She asked kindly with a clipboard ready to write it down.

I flex muscles, twist this was and that way. Looking all around and assessing my ability.

“I feel great, probably a 1.”

She nods, as if that was expected. She checks my blood pressure and heart rate then leaves, telling someone to bring me breakfast, and me that she will be returning with the doctor.

So kind, nurses are the best. She was so confident I would feel no pain, so confident in their work. I waited and ate, the food being delicious. Eventually, they returned.

The doctor sat beside my bed. He looked disappointed.

“Chloe, you are quote strong.” He says, looking for a way to begin. I nod, not quite agreeing, but curious of what he will say next. “And that’s why I know you’ll be able to take this, Chloe.”

Take what? I feel fine.

“Due to an issue with the surgery...you can no longer feel the sensation of pain. I’m sorry.”

I wake up in a hospital bed unable to gather my thoughts. I feel like hurting someone and grabbing one of the scalpels left on the side of my bed and poking it into someone’s eye. I didn’t know why I felt this way it was weird because I’m not the type to have intentions into hurting someone. But it felt like I had to. I also felt like someone that I didn’t know was watching me just sitting there waiting for me to sit up and scream in fear. But I couldn’t move, I didn’t want to move. I felt pressured and trapped, I didn’t know what to do with this feeling of fright and feeling like a serial killer.

A woman dressed in a white uniform comes up to me and asks “Is it okay if some of your family members come in?” I look at her in confusion as I start to see people gathering in the doorway. I tell her it’s fine if they come in, but I had no idea who they were. I got scared and sat up quickly and took one of the weird operating tools ,and threatened to hurt them. They looked at me in fear as if they now had no idea who I’ve become.