”Mmhmm, um-hm…” is
the next thing you hear as you struggle to open your lightly crusted eyes. You’re in a room that is very nearly
perfectly white, but actually has a slightly nauseating tinge of orange in the
paint. You’re in a very fluffy bed and
your head is bandaged tightly and it takes a moment to get used to the feeling
of your heart beating in your skull.
“Well, it’s good to see that you’re awake,” the Indian doctor speaks
with a mild accent. “We don’t usually see
so many self-inflicted injuries, even by someone trying to escape the law. You’re quite the fighter.”
“I’m not out, then,
am I? I’m not free?” you ask.
The doctor meets
your eyes; they’re a curiously strong hue of green, “no, I’m afraid not; the
police are patrolling the corridors outside the room… but I’ve managed to jam
their surveillance into this room for a short while. I have something very important to tell you.”
You narrow your
eyes, which makes the bandages stretch your skin, “um, okay, what?”
“You have been
chosen, young one, to become a part of the Intergalactic Green Lantern Corps.” He
lifts up his right hand and shows a shiny green ring.
“What…
seriously? Am I being punkd? In the hospital? That is so low.” You try to smooth your hair
with your hand, but with all of the bandages just manage to bonk yourself and
make your head spin a bit.
“Oh, I am quite
serious. This is an honor and is nothing
to joke about.” The doctor pulls his lab
coat open at the top to reveal a Green Lantern uniform. He places a green mask over his eyes and
reaches into his coat pocket for another green ring. “Will you accept this great honor?”
