Post by Onira on Jul 2, 2006 18:02:09 GMT -5
Light slowly entered the dark tunnel of a young man's mind. The lids opened hesitantly, gradually pulling the shadows apart to reveal two long rods of light. Their rays met two soft, violet orbs. The young man's eyes. They darted swiftly across the room, undecided on what to tell the body. The room seemed foreign. Not what the boy had remembered. There were three sets of dual over-head florescent lamps. A side-table with a small umbrella-lamp on it, along with the what seemed like the young man's folded attire. Next to the lamp was three chairs, the third ending at the door. It possessed one small, rectangular window, that showed a lot of activity going on outside.
Where am I? This is not my home. My home. Where is my home? Why am I here?
He continued looking around, seeing a strange symbol that bore two wings and an odd twisted thing in the middle. It was inside of a blue circle and stuck onto a cabinet door. It seemed to tell the boy something. Seemed to be the key to wherever he was. But he couldn't place it. Couldn't place anything. He barely even knew who he was. Didn't know anything about his past. Didn't know about what he had been through. Why he was, wherever he was. How he got there. Where he lived. Who he lived with. All he knew was that he knew almost nothing about himself. That much was pretty well for sure.
The young man tried sitting up, but got only a sharp pain through his back. Seemed lying down would be better for him. He looked around again, now noticing the sharp pointy thing in his wrist, taped over to keep it in. He wasn't sure what it was for, because he never remembered seeing one before. What he also noticed was a large box next to his bed, that kept passing a wavy line through it, making a slow beat with every new wave.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
The teenager could only draw one word to describe the area.
"Odd."
He was starting to calm down now. Accepting the surroundings as safe but different. He felt that wherever he was had seen mixed emotions. It smelled sterile, and looked all too clean. Almost scarily clean. It was simply all white and gray, and made one feel sort of neutral. Almost depressed. But the boy figured he had a right to be depressed. He was in a strange place and knew not even the events from when he was born. Of course, maybe it was for the better. It must have been quite an event to cause his memory to just go blank. Very frightening or traumatic. Or both. But even if it was for the better, one couldn;t help but be curious as to what happened. It was just so... strange.
A very busy-looking man entered the resting place of the unknown boy. He wore a long, white cloak, which placed itself above an important looking blue button-upped dress shirt. He was checking off a piece of paper that was clipped on to an interesting-looking wooden plank. His job seemed fairly boring. Uneventful. That was a word to describe the man's look. Uneventful. Uninteresting.
"Name?"
"Huh?"
The doctor gave the boy an intrigued look. However, he quickly returned to his paper.
"What's your name, kid?"
He searched his brain, unsure of what to say. He knew little about himself, and was unsure if he even had a name. Didn't know if he even owned a title. But, two words did come to mind.
"Riekana... Onira."
The doctor did a quick few more checks and scribbles on his paper, then set down the clipboard. He then started slowly checking Onira's equipment. The boy figured this was the time to ask.
"Where am I?"
The doctor continued with his work, remaining quiet for a moment. Not even his eyes moved as he spoke.
"You're in Jonathan Hera hospital in New York. Anything else?"
"What's wrong with me?"
"Your back's taken some heavy trauma, as has your brain. You've been out for almost a week you know?"
Onira just remained silent, letting the doctor finish his check up. He did in just a few minutes, then left Onira to himself. Left him to his life. His lost memory. His empty mind. Left him to nothing. Well, left him to nothing for about half a minute. Soon enough, two adults walked in to Onira's room. They seemed to share some kind of affection for each other. Some kind of bond. Onira swore he had seen it before, but couldn't place it. They shared some sort of passion, but it was distant to Onira. He remembered the word. Love.
"Who are you?"
The two looked at each other warily, as if having a conversation through their minds. They wanted to be sure to respond the right way. The man spoke first.
"Well, you see, after you were found..."
"Found?"
"Yes. You were found unconscious in a farmer's field. It looked like you had fallen, but no one knew."
Onira was quite for a moment. This seemed like bait for the couple to talk again.
"Well, after you were found and brought here, it soon came to the subject of who was to take you in. After a few blood tests, they found that you were only seventeen. One year before you are officially an adult. So, it was issued that you needed a home for a year, and we were the first to register."
The words hung in the air for a second, bringing a sort of deathly silence with it. The tension was strong, and Onira unsure, but it soon came to the idea that there was no other choice. He would have to stay with the couple until everything had been settled out. One word said it all.
"Okay. So when can I leave?"
The couple put on a warm smile, but Onira did not return it. He was just too confused.
"You'll need a wheelchair for a little while, but the doctor says you can leave tomorrow."
As if on cue, the doctor walked in and spoke quietly to the soon-to-be parents, so that Onira couldn't hear. The two then gave Onira a wave and left the room, the doctor following soon after. The young man relaxed, closing his eyes. All he had left to do, was to wait until tomorrow.
Where am I? This is not my home. My home. Where is my home? Why am I here?
He continued looking around, seeing a strange symbol that bore two wings and an odd twisted thing in the middle. It was inside of a blue circle and stuck onto a cabinet door. It seemed to tell the boy something. Seemed to be the key to wherever he was. But he couldn't place it. Couldn't place anything. He barely even knew who he was. Didn't know anything about his past. Didn't know about what he had been through. Why he was, wherever he was. How he got there. Where he lived. Who he lived with. All he knew was that he knew almost nothing about himself. That much was pretty well for sure.
The young man tried sitting up, but got only a sharp pain through his back. Seemed lying down would be better for him. He looked around again, now noticing the sharp pointy thing in his wrist, taped over to keep it in. He wasn't sure what it was for, because he never remembered seeing one before. What he also noticed was a large box next to his bed, that kept passing a wavy line through it, making a slow beat with every new wave.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
The teenager could only draw one word to describe the area.
"Odd."
He was starting to calm down now. Accepting the surroundings as safe but different. He felt that wherever he was had seen mixed emotions. It smelled sterile, and looked all too clean. Almost scarily clean. It was simply all white and gray, and made one feel sort of neutral. Almost depressed. But the boy figured he had a right to be depressed. He was in a strange place and knew not even the events from when he was born. Of course, maybe it was for the better. It must have been quite an event to cause his memory to just go blank. Very frightening or traumatic. Or both. But even if it was for the better, one couldn;t help but be curious as to what happened. It was just so... strange.
A very busy-looking man entered the resting place of the unknown boy. He wore a long, white cloak, which placed itself above an important looking blue button-upped dress shirt. He was checking off a piece of paper that was clipped on to an interesting-looking wooden plank. His job seemed fairly boring. Uneventful. That was a word to describe the man's look. Uneventful. Uninteresting.
"Name?"
"Huh?"
The doctor gave the boy an intrigued look. However, he quickly returned to his paper.
"What's your name, kid?"
He searched his brain, unsure of what to say. He knew little about himself, and was unsure if he even had a name. Didn't know if he even owned a title. But, two words did come to mind.
"Riekana... Onira."
The doctor did a quick few more checks and scribbles on his paper, then set down the clipboard. He then started slowly checking Onira's equipment. The boy figured this was the time to ask.
"Where am I?"
The doctor continued with his work, remaining quiet for a moment. Not even his eyes moved as he spoke.
"You're in Jonathan Hera hospital in New York. Anything else?"
"What's wrong with me?"
"Your back's taken some heavy trauma, as has your brain. You've been out for almost a week you know?"
Onira just remained silent, letting the doctor finish his check up. He did in just a few minutes, then left Onira to himself. Left him to his life. His lost memory. His empty mind. Left him to nothing. Well, left him to nothing for about half a minute. Soon enough, two adults walked in to Onira's room. They seemed to share some kind of affection for each other. Some kind of bond. Onira swore he had seen it before, but couldn't place it. They shared some sort of passion, but it was distant to Onira. He remembered the word. Love.
"Who are you?"
The two looked at each other warily, as if having a conversation through their minds. They wanted to be sure to respond the right way. The man spoke first.
"Well, you see, after you were found..."
"Found?"
"Yes. You were found unconscious in a farmer's field. It looked like you had fallen, but no one knew."
Onira was quite for a moment. This seemed like bait for the couple to talk again.
"Well, after you were found and brought here, it soon came to the subject of who was to take you in. After a few blood tests, they found that you were only seventeen. One year before you are officially an adult. So, it was issued that you needed a home for a year, and we were the first to register."
The words hung in the air for a second, bringing a sort of deathly silence with it. The tension was strong, and Onira unsure, but it soon came to the idea that there was no other choice. He would have to stay with the couple until everything had been settled out. One word said it all.
"Okay. So when can I leave?"
The couple put on a warm smile, but Onira did not return it. He was just too confused.
"You'll need a wheelchair for a little while, but the doctor says you can leave tomorrow."
As if on cue, the doctor walked in and spoke quietly to the soon-to-be parents, so that Onira couldn't hear. The two then gave Onira a wave and left the room, the doctor following soon after. The young man relaxed, closing his eyes. All he had left to do, was to wait until tomorrow.
