Vigil of the Fates Chapter 1
With the return of consciousness, the world regains clarity in the streaks of bright morning light pushing through the open window, the chirping sound of birds outside, and the sadly accustomed sight of the doctor looking down on me.
How are you feeling? she asks from the bedside.
I think for a second, a difficult task thanks to the acute throbbing pain of the brow that is reducing my whole face to a mass of sore flesh.
My forehead hurts, I dumbly say at length. I sit up from the bed and the exertion momentarily intensifies the pain, making me dizzy. My hand involuntarily rises to the bandaged head as if to hold it, but I dare not touch the wound. It indeed hurts damnably.
The doctors face is far from pleased but not unkind. Looking up, I try weakly to grin at her to show that I am fine and manage instead a pathetic grimace.
It looks like your eyes are focusing again. Thats good. Say your name for me?
Squall. I throw another quick scowl in the doctors direction, this time in annoyance. She seems to be concerned that I might have more than one kind of head injury. I wasnt hit that hard. The bastard... I wonder if he is also lying down somewhere in the infirmary now. A part of me likes to think that Ive done that to him, that Ive repaid him in kind, but a greater part of me will rather endure anything but the sight of him at the moment.
Dr. Kadowakis voice ends my train of thought. Why dont you take it easy in training? An inch to either direction would have slashed one of your eyes instead of the foreheadnext time you might not be so lucky.
Tell that to Seifer, I say sullenly.
That Seifer... The doctor frowns as she considers. He certainly wont listen to anyone. Why dont you just ignore him?
Well, I cant just run from him.
Listen to yourself, child; you are no less stubborn than he is. So youll be a tough fellow, hmm? Well, then at least try to find a better way of being one than getting yourself carved up.
The woman is actually smirking, and I have to remind myself to ignore her. She goes on: Lets see... your instructor was... of course, Quistis. Ill go call her. You just wait here; you had better get a little more rest before heading out on your own feet.
While the doctor talks on the phone, I recline back on the bed, gingerly laying a forearm over my eyes and nose to relieve an uncomfortable pressure from within that makes me fancy that my head is swelling. Now theres a thought... But I try not to think at all, and close my eyes to rest. If what Ive heard is true, then I really need to rest, today more than ever. What a day Ive picked for this to happen!
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Squall... so we meet again.
At first the words, low and soft and belonging to an utterly unfamiliar voice, do not fully register on my pain-addled consciousness. Once they do, I turn my head to my right to find a young woman in blue beyond the tinted infirmary window. She is bending to take a good look at me. I, on the other hand, cannot see her face well at all, due to the angle and the dark glass. But she is no one I know. Before I say a word, she walks off.
Who was it?
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