[Center][color=F0E68C][h2]Friday, September 5th, 20XX Greenwich Hospital, New York City, NY[/h2][/color][/Center] [hr] Headache. As Lindy laid in her hospital bed, she had a lot going through her mind: A bunch of why's and how's, essentially. Here she was in a hospital bed, with no recollection of how she got there. All she really knew was that there was some sort of 'attack' she could overhear the doctors talking about. And whatever that 'attack' was, brought a [i]whole lot[/i] of people to the hospital. Crying, screaming, noises of the machines going off in other rooms: These all made her wish she could just black out again, instead of hearing the suffering around her. She didn't want to end up like that; She just wanted to be home with her parents. She was scared, and having a hard time processing the situation around her, though she tried her best to remain calm despite the apparent panic that engulfed the floor she was on. At least she seemed stable. Aside from that damn headache and some tingling, she wasn't feeling [i]terrible.[/i] It was sort of like the beginning of the recovery of the flu, or something. That just made her think of soup, and then she was starting to get hungry. When had she last ate, anyways? Lindy looked to the side as she heard the curtain to her room brushed aside, a doctor coming in instead of the parents Lindy longed to see. She found herself stuck in silence, unable to talk as her disappointment washed over her. But maybe the doctor [i]could[/i] give her some answers. [b]"You're still awake, that's good to see."[/b] The doctor spoke, trying to sound casual to perhaps calm Lindy's nerves. Something was off, though. That casual tone wasn't sitting well with her. [color=F0E68C]"I don't recall seeing any doctors before."[/color] Lindy responded, skeptical. The doctor was on his laptop, while checking the machines that Lindy was hooked up to. He seemed to momentarily look her way as she spoke, however. [b]"We spoke an hour ago."[/b] He reaffirmed, noticing the look of doubt and confusion on his patient's face. [b]"You're still having issues from the head trauma. Forgetfulness is a potential effect."[/b] [color=F0E68C]"Head trauma?"[/color] Lindy questioned, beginning to reach up to her head, only for the doctor to quickly insist she stop. Lowering her hands to the bed, she instead resorted to asking: [color=F0E68C]"What [i]head trauma?[/i]"[/color] [b]"You suffered a concussion, Miss Audrum. Forgetfulness during recovery isn't uncommon."[/b] The doctor wasn't exactly rude, but he was direct in his explanation as he tried to work. [b]"You've been looking stable all-around, though. You've recovered quite impressively from this whole situation, despite the short period of time. Consider yourself lucky."[/b] Lindy smiled at this news; That meant she could go home soon, maybe! [color=F0E68C]"So how long until I could be released?"[/color] [b]"I can't say. Not everyone here got a concussion the same day, you know."[/b] Smartass. Lindy squinted her eyes but continued to listen: [b]"We're required to run a lot of tests, considering the attack. We have to make sure our patients don't spread whatever the substance in the air was further."[/b] [color=F0E68C]"Substance in the air? I thought it was some sort of explosion or something..."[/color] Lindy wasn't sure how to process that. Something in the air? It was an attack, so it was also purposeful, right? Just what had she gotten stuck in? [b]"It was some sort of red gas. I really can't say more about it, but I promise you we are doing our best to keep each of you safe. Just stay patient and you'll make it through."[/b] Lindy nodded, watching as the doctor made his leave. Before he could disappear, Lindy found herself needing to shout out a request: [color=F0E68C]"Wait! Is there a phone I can use to call my mom?"[/color] The doctor paused, turning around to gesture at the bedside table. [b]"Your phone and wallet were with you, you should be able to use it."[/b] [color=F0E68C]"Alright... Thank you."[/color] Lindy offered a small smile, and got one back from the doctor as he left, closing the curtain. Her next objective was obvious: She reached up and snatched her phone off the table, noting it was cracked. Whatever happened when she fell, must've broke her phone a bit, too. Damn. That didn't matter at the moment; All that really mattered was that she still had some charge left. She quickly browsed through her (admittedly low amount of) contacts and selected the one that said [color=f6989d]~Best Mom Ever~[/color]. [i]Ringing buzz... Ringing buzz... Ringing buzz...[/i] As the phonecall was answered, Lindy flinched at the sharp sound of wind. Mom must've been outside. [color=a187be]"Lindy?!"[/color] She heard over the phone, the concerned voice of her mother. Lindy was quiet for a moment, finding her calm reaction to everything going on sort of breaking down at the sound of her mother's voice. A tear slowly made it's way down Lindy's cheek as she managed to respond: [color=F0E68C]"H-Hi, Mom..."[/color] She said, voice shaky. [color=a187be]"Honey, how are you feeling? It's been so busy that contacting the hospital hasn't done me any good for days; Your father and I have been so worried!"[/color] [color=fdc68a]"Linda! It's her?!"[/color] Lindy could hear a voice in the background: Her father. His panicky tone of voice was sometimes headache inducing, but considering she already had a massive headache... It was comforting to hear him. It sounded like her dad pried the phone out of her mother's hands, just to talk for a moment. [color=fdc68a]"Lindy? Baby, are you alright? Is everything okay?!"[/color] He was shouting. Lindy expected the shouting, but was hoping it wouldn't happen. Now was not the time. [color=F0E68C]"Yeah, dad. The doctor said I'm looking a lot better. He's not sure when I can be released, though. They're still running tests."[/color] [color=fdc68a]"It'll all be okay, you just trust the doctors, alright? Once we're allowed through we'll visit you, honey. Just stay strong."[/color] Her father spoke with motivational words. Lindy found another tear rolling down her cheek, a light sob escaping her as she nodded, despite her dad not being able to see it. [color=F0E68C]"Dad, I'm scared..."[/color] Lindy admitted, despite the general good news, it was still shaking her. She couldn't drive out the fear of what happened: It was all so crazy, when she tried to wrap her head around it. She couldn't remember; As if the day was gone. What day was it, anyways? How long was she here? She almost started to full on cry as these questions piled up in her mind. [color=fdc68a]"Honey, it'll be okay. You just have to relax and let the doctors help you."[/color] Her dad spoke more calmly than before; Seeming to try and calm his daughter with his softer fatherly tone. [color=fdc68a]"We're going to be keeping tabs on you, so you just go ahead and rest. Just know that we love you."[/color] [color=F0E68C]"Thanks, dad. I love you guys too."[/color] A moment of goodbyes later, and Lindy found herself alone again. She wiped her tears away, sniffling and trying to not continue her little cry. Her dad was right; She just needed to get through the recovery and she'd be home in no time. Setting her phone down, Lindy decided to just try and relax. Nothing better to do now than to recover, and then get home to her family. She could, however, still hear the horrors going on around her: And it lead Lindy into an anxious state where she really couldn't relax. She kept worrying something would go wrong, and found herself curling up somewhat in her bed. [center][i][color=F0E68C]"I just wanna go home..."[/color][/i][/center]