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BETTER:: Part 1

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What was going on? Nothing was making any sense. Light, noise, pain—oh God, where was the pain coming from? The head, the side—everything ached. What was happening? Surely this wasn't normal. Surely something had happened. Eyes flicked open, failing to stay that way for more than second. The brightness outside of the eyelids was unbearable. Noises faded in and out. What were the voices saying? Were they even voices? At that point, it was hard to tell. And again the pain, oh the pain.

"…losing…"

"Hook…now…"

"Get…under…"

So they were voices. They sounded more panicked than he was. He. Ah, yes, that's right. He was a 'he'. But who was he? He felt he should have a name but it was lost to him. No name? That couldn't be right. Perhaps he had just misplaced it…Another wave of pain hit him and he grunted. So he could make noise too. How 'bout that.

"Conscious…"

His eyes flickered open again, this time he was able to keep them open despite the burning light. Something came closer to his face, blocking out the light. He caught a hint of red as he blinked, trying to see what his eyes were looking at.

"…going…fine…in…take…you…"

"…Herrkkk... blaahh."

He closed his eyes, feeling like he was floating. Perhaps he was dying. At that point, it would be nice…slowly, his pain began to melt away as well as his consciousness.



Sound was the first thing that returned to him. He couldn't say what it was he was hearing at first—it sounded like singing. Terrible, terrible singing. It was bad enough to a point that he convinced himself he was hearing it wrong. Feeling was the next sense that came back to him. It felt uncomfortable and warm. He felt constricted in places but he couldn't explain why. He could have been tied down to something—he didn't know, and he felt much too weak to care. The next sense that came to him was smell. It was clean. Too clean. He had smelt that smell before but he could not place where he had smelt it.

Actually, he couldn't rightly place anything. A vague feeling of emptiness took over for a moment, making it a little easier to forget about the uncomfortable feeling. He couldn't say he welcomed it though. He was missing something…but he had no idea what it was.

At last, his eyes flickered open. It was dim, but not dark. There were thin slits of light threading in from his right side. He turned his head towards the light and instantly regretted it as his head throbbed with a warning pain. He grunted, closing his eyes until the pain had passed.

Just as he grunted, the singing—if you could call it that—stopped abruptly and something crashed to the ground, making whatever he was laying on shutter. He opened his eyes again, this time his heart rate a little faster than before. He scanned the darkness and caught a figure standing, blocking out a portion of the threading light.

"I am very sorry for waking you! …Gah!" a male voice spoke out, sounding scrambled and caught off guard. What, did he know he was in someone else's room? The stranger seemed to at that point because he was soon gone, racing out a door that was on the far side of the room.

He was confused at this point, and slightly annoyed.

Blinking a few more to clear his head and mentally prepare himself for what he was about to do, he let his mind wonder to the stranger. It was a blonde male, very tall. Or at least, he thought the stranger was tall. He couldn't really judge height from where he was laying, and unfortunately, he couldn't remember how tall he was. What if he was short? He wouldn't have known. He narrowed his eyes in the dark. Now that was annoying.

Slowly, he sat up, a surge of pain in his head. He attempted to move his hand rub the pounding, as if that would help, but found that his right arm was fashioning some tubes that were very neatly inserted into his arm. That was a sight he did not welcome. His left arm wasn't much better, as it was now covered in a light blue cast. At least, he thought it was light blue in the lighting. He liked the color blue. Sweet. Something for him to add to the list of 'things he knew about himself'.

It was around the point that he gave up on rubbing his head that he heard voices. Someone was coming towards the room. Come to think of it, there were sounds in the background before—rustles of people, footsteps and coughing. And the clean smell…and the tubes…his breath caught in his throat.

He was in a hospital.

He hated hospitals.

Oh, another thing to add to the list. Wonderful.

Feeling panic arise in his stomach, though he couldn't quite figure out why the hospital made him so incredibly uncomfortable, he heard the door handle to the room jiggle. Unsure and very alarmed, he laid back down and shut his eyes quickly, pretending he was asleep. Of course, if anyone actually looked at him they would know he was faking it. Even he knew it. Still, he didn't want to talk to any doctor, that was for sure. The very thought sent shivers down his spine. Did sleeping people shiver?

"…lying again. I swear to God, if you made me come all the way into the Red halls just for—Goddamnit."

He peaked open his eyes for a split second to see a dark skinned man dressed in teal scrubs and a lab coat and a tall blonde—the stranger from before! However, he was focused on the doctor-looking one at the moment. Doctors were creepy, though this one seemed rather lax. Doctors shouldn't be lax—they were too busy being evil with needles and scalpels. Wow. Where did that come from?

"No, no, he was awake, just a second ago," the tall stranger said, coming closer towards him. He closed his eyes immediately, feeling slightly panicked. What was he going to do?

"He's in a coma, Caboose," the doctor-like stranger said, from beside the one called 'Caboose'. What a stupid name. "Coma patients don't just wake up when they want to."

"But…he was awake…" Caboose trailed off, sounding disappointed and slightly embarrassed.

The doctor seemed to ignore Caboose's final statement. He heard the doctor walking around and pick something up. His chart maybe? Was the doctor deciding that he was a veggie? Was he gonna unplug him? …Wait, he wasn't in a coma. This doctor was terrible at his job.

"Who is this guy anyway…Oh, right. He's the survivor of the Blood Gulch Road explosion last week. I guess his name is…Church. There is no first name. Or maybe this is his first name. Weird name."

It was amazing what the simple sentences did for him, Church. So he did have a name, and apparently a history. A history involving an explosion, and from the sound of it, a history in which he was the only survivor. Church wasn't sure how he felt about that. He did know how he felt about the doctor calling his name weird, and that made him rather pissed. The doctor probably had a stupid doctor name that no one could spell. All doctors did! It added to their evilness.

Church concluded that he had issues at that point.

"Is he going to be alright?" came the voice of Caboose, from a lot closer than he was before. Church nearly flinched at the sound.

"Who knows. He lost a lot of blood and has a nasty head wound. He could be a veggie for all we know. Of course, if this place wasn't such a shit hole, he'd probably already be out of here. Come on, before you break something again." With that, the doctor made his way towards the door, or at least, that was what it sounded like.

"…I hope you feel better, Mister Church," Caboose muttered.

Church wasn't sure how he felt about Caboose's kind words. He had to have been a doctor too—no, he sounded too much like a newbie to be a doctor. Probably some nurse or an intern. God, interns were the worst. Wait, how did he know that?

Regardless, Church's thoughts were interrupted as the door to his room was shut. He opened his eyes and sat up, this time the pain in his head not as intense as it was before. He wasn't sure how he ended up in the hospital exactly, minus some 'explosion', but he knew he couldn't stay there. The more he thought about it, the more he smelled the clean air, the more he noticed how neat everything was…He couldn't stand it. No, he had to get out of there.  

Church didn't have time to waste. He had to find them.

Church paused. Where did that come from? As quickly as it came, it was gone, but the nagging feeling that he had to find someone was still there. Who it was, he had no idea.

Shaking the strange thought from his head, he grabbed a hold of the tubes that were in his arm. Looking away, and feeling very nervous about his decision, he ripped out the tubes. Yelping in pain, he dropped the tubes and grasped his arm. It was bleeding now, but it wasn't as bad as the pain in his head. He bit his lip and moved to get off of the bed. However, something that he didn't foresee happened.

The moment Church attempted to stand, he fell hard to the ground, a very sharp pain shooting up his right leg. From the ground, he looked to his leg. It was bound too. How could he have not felt it before?! What else was broken that he didn't know about?

Church didn't care. It was more important that he got the hell out of there. Struggling to stand, he made it to his feet only to fall again with a loud crash that he was certain someone heard. When no one came to tie him back to the bed, he decided to try again. Second time's the charm.

CRASH.

Third time's the charm.

CRASH.

Fourth time's the charm.

As it were, fourth time was the charm. He managed to get to his feet and take a few steps without falling over. Given, he did cheat and hold onto the wall. Wobbly and very slowly, he made it to the door. He opened the door, only to be blinded by the light of the outside. Narrowing his eyes, he began his journey outside of the room, very slowly but with determination.

Church wasn't going to quit again. The strange determination wasn't faltered by the lack of reasoning. Church didn't care—he was just glad to be moving, to be going somewhere that was hopefully as far away from the hospital as he could be.

He only wished he could remember the first time he quit, and why he felt such a painful pulling sensation in his chest when he thought about it.


This is the written version of the first part to BETTER, a comic I was working on that I decided to postpone. I decided that I'd probably take it back up after Season Nine is finished, but hey, who knows. I'm very lazy.

Here is part 1 to the comic, as I did manage to finish the prologue. [link]

Edit;; I looked back on some of my sketches and notes and realized very quickly that the comic will look different that the story version says, if I still do the comic in the future. Something to keep in mind. XD Spare me!
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