Chapter Two:
Main Character's POV
I shot up quickly, not taking a second to hesitate. Where was I? I sniffed, the air smelt sterile, it was some kind of hospital, and a soft humming sound seemed to float around the air.
My arms were wrapped up with tinted red bandages, and so were my legs. I felt my head, there was a small bandage around there too, and a band-aid on my cheek. My eyes widening, remembering that my wing had been shot.
I quickly turned around to see, it was bandaged up as well. I frowned, and flexed my wing. It stung painfully when I moved it, it wasn't fully healed. I looked at my other wing, which seemed pretty fine.
Suddenly, the door swung open. Acting quickly, I took a medical tool of the tray beside me, and shot it at the door. The person ducked instantly, and it bounced off the wall harmlessly. I scrambled off the bed, and went over to the wall, going invisible. Just as I did so, my vision doubled and I felt sick, and I clutched my head in my hands. I saw my body flicker for a half second, before going completely visible. I groaned and fell to the ground, breathing heavily. Too injured to keep up my invisibility, I noted to myself.
"Don't throw the things!" a male voice scolded. I looked at him, he had a brown tweed jacket with a white shirt under and black suspenders that were connected to his pants. Around his neck was a blue bow-tie. He had floppy brown hair and dull green eyes with a look that made you think he was a old man, although he looked to be only in his twenties.
When he saw me on the ground, clenching my head, he jumped, "AH! You're hurt!!" He cried running over, I vaguely noticed he had a British accent. He went to go point some kind of green flashlight at me, but I shot my hand out, slapping his hand away from me, and the flashlight went flying. "Hey!" He yelled glaring at me.
I glared back, but it wasn't as intense since my head was beaded with sweat and my body was in pain. He noticed my pain, and his glare disappeared. "Are you okay?" He reached out a hand to me again, but I slapped it away. I glanced at the door which was wide open. I could make a run for it if— as soon as I thought that, the door closed shut by itself.
I sighed, and leaned back against the wall, "You're really hurt," the man said, "You dislocated your wing and lost a ton of blood. You should get back in bed," his tone was soothing, but I glared at him again. "I'm not going to hurt you," he coaxed, and held his hand out for me to take.
I narrowed my eyes at him, what was the School planning? To gain my trust only to break it again? It's not like I was going to trust anyone either way. This was a waste of time.
"I'm the Doctor," the man said, and my eyes widened. "I can help you if—" he didn't have a chance to finish because I scrambled away from him, expertly jumping over the bed and pulling on the door, which was locked. I used all my energy to move the metal inside the door, and a few seconds later, it clicked, and I swung the door open and raced down the hallway.
"Wait!" The man called behind me. I turned around the corner, only find the man, standing there. My eyes widened, and I turned back, racing the other way, only to be face-to-face with the man again. What's going on?!
"Please, just stop," the man pleaded when I stumbled back, and turned, trying to get away. After a minute of running back and forth, my breathing began to labour, and my head felt heavy. Black dots were crawling over my vision. The man saw this, and caught my shoulders just as I collapsed.
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"... Just ran... Terrified..." A familiar male's voice said beside me.
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Soaring On Chains {Maximum Ride/Doctor Who fanfic}
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