You wake up later
that night in a room that is very nearly perfectly white, but actually has a
slightly nauseating tinge of baby-poop yellow in the paint. You’re on a very fluffy bed and everything
feels just awful, achy, and stiff- but wait, you can feel! Your body moves!
“I’m alive! I’m okay!” You laugh with abandon at each
little movement of your fingertips.
Something so small has never meant so much to you. A few minutes later an attractive
black-haired nurse with cute little fashion glasses walks in from a door that
slides out of the far wall.
“Oh,” the nurse
says, “I hear that you’re alive. That’s
very good,” the nurse smiles a calming nursely smile.
“Where am I?” you
ask, gleefully craning your neck to move around to the amusement of the nurse,
“Can I take a walk? I’d just love to
move around for a bit.”
“Oh,” the nurse says as if unsure, “I wish you
could, but you’re being held here until a trial can be arranged for your…” the
nurse looks down at a clipboard, “involvement with the recently captured
villain Steven of Ace.”
“You,” you stutter,
“do you mean Axe?”
“Oh, yes, that’s
right,” the nurse says and shrugs. The
wall clock ticks to a second past midnight.
