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“He’s coming out of it!”
Emmet heard the words above him. He recognized the voice as Lucy. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt like they were glued together with a thin layer of sandpaper over top. It took great effort to try and pry them apart, and at first all he could see was white light and moving shadows around him.
“Metalbeard, get the doctor!” Lucy said once more, she sounded like she was underwater. There were other voices now, all around him, all excitedly calling his name.
Emmet’s eyes finally adjusted to the light, finally making sense of the blurred shapes around him. He recognized Lucy standing over the bed he was currently resting on. He could make out far off shapes that he guessed was the rest of the gang on the far wall.
“Whaaa happened? Lucy?” he slurred in a raspy voice. His tongue was parched and swollen. “Gah, Water?”
“Okay, just stay calm the doctor is on his way.” Lucy spoke as a glass of water was pressed to his lips.
He drank only a mouth full before it was taken away; he desperately wanted more as he smacked his lips together with the little bit of moisture in his mouth. He tried to lift a hand to bring the cup back but found that both his hands were not cooperating with him. He looked and noticed that his hands where wrapped in giant bandages, one was in a cast.
“What happened to my hands?” Emmet croaked out trying to lift his hands again. He barely had any strength he realized, he had never felt this weak in his life.
There was movement by the doorway and a young looking female doctor walked in followed by what appeared to be a Police officer, both rushed to Emmet’s side.
“Brickowski?” said the Police Officer in a deep but concerned voice.
“Mr.Brickowski, I am Doctor Gillian. I’ve been looking over you since you came in.” She spoke as she bent over Emmet, her pale blue eyes intent on his face. “How are you feeling?”
“Ouchie…”was all Emmet was able to say, “What happened to my hands?”
“Does you head hurt?” The doctor ignored his question, and shown a small flashlight into his eyes. “What is the last thing you remember?”
“I remember getting ready for work…” There was a strange feeling inside him as he tried to recall the last thing he did, it felt like he was trying to remember a word for something and it was almost on the tip of his tongue. His head hurt for a moment, and was replaced with a dark foreboding feeling that settled on the back of his neck.
“When was that?” The Doctor asked.
Why was she asking these questions? What happened to his hands? Emmet started to get annoyed, and tried his best to glare at the light that was shining in his eyes.
“What happened to me?” Emmet groaned out, “Why am I in the hospital?”
“Doctor!” Shouted the Police Officer, all the annoyance that Emmet felt sounded like it was in that shout.
The doctor sighed, “Maybe the police officer here should explain then.” There was a slight tone in her voice.
There was an annoyed grunt, Emmet turned and looked to the Police Officer who was currently glowering at the doctor. The two of them possibly had some kind of aggression between them.
“You went missing ten days ago.” The Police officer spoke in a dark tone, Emmet tried to look into the Police Officer’s eyes but was blocked by a pair of reflective Sunglasses that the Officer wore. Instead Emmet watched his own horrified expression mirrored in them.
“Missing?” Emmet croaked.
“Kidnapped.” The Officer added.
Emmet was speechless; he had no memory of being kidnapped. He couldn’t remember the past ten days even. He tried to sit up more to get a better look at his hands, but his head have a painful throb.
“Relax Emmet. You’ve just been through a traumatic incident. You need to take it slow now.” The Doctor spoke calmly, “We will explain more later. Now I just want to make sure your head is okay.” The doctor took a note on her pad.
Emmet found that he greatly disliked his doctor, and from the looks of the police officer beside him he was not alone in feeling that way.
“We were only able to find you and rescue you three days ago.” The Police Officer said in a hesitant but reassuring tone.
"You got really hurt when you were rescued, and were unconscious the entire time." Lucy said placing a gentle touch on Emmet’s shoulder. "We were so worried that you might not wake up."
The grim feeling of foreboding that had descended onto Emmet did not seem to go away. He couldn’t remember what had happened, and that terrified him. Emmet gave a big sigh to try and calm the terror that was growing in his chest. He was still so tired, and the fear made him exhausted.
“The people who did this to you have been apprehended though.” The Cop chimed in, like he almost sensed Emmet’s growing alarm. “Everything will be okay.”
Emmet nodded, “Thank you Officer.” Emmet tried to smile.
Emmet didn’t even notice that there was other chatter in the room until it had suddenly stopped. The entire room went quiet; the only sound was Emmet’s heart monitor. Emmet started to worry as the Cop and Lucy seemed to share almost identical horrified expressions.
“Emmet…”Lucy asked in a half whisper, “Why did you call him Officer?”
Emmet looked from Lucy to the Cop on his other side, Emmet couldn’t read his eyes but his mouth was in a scowl that looked sad to Emmet somehow. There was a strange emotion that ran through Emmet as he looked at him, but couldn’t explain what the emotion was.
“Because he’s a Police Officer, right?” Emmet turned back to Lucy, seeking reassurance. Lucy turned to look at the doctor with concern in her eyes.
“But you know who he is right?” Lucy reached and placed a familiar hand on the cop’s shoulder, the Cop’s expression didn’t change.
Emmet gazed at the Cop once more, “No. Should I?”
There was a horrified gasp somewhere in the room, and The Doctor murmured something under her breath. Lucy looked close to tears but the Cop seemed almost horrified.
“He doesn’t remember me.” The cop whispered as he stepped back from Emmet’s bed. “Excuse me.”
The cop then turned around and fled the Hospital room. The strange feeling inside of Emmet returned as he watched the officer leave. A pressure suddenly filled his chest, which felt almost like sorrow. Suddenly His head gave a sharp pang of pain and he cried out.
“Okay, Mr. Brickowski you are going to need some rest now. We will do some tests later on when you’ve the strength is back.” Doctor Gillian said doing something out of Emmet’s field of vision.
Emmet suddenly felt really tired all of the sudden. He could hear Lucy leaving his side, possibly to go after the Cop, and his other friends clamoring around the Doctor.
Emmet couldn’t get the horrified look the Cop had given him when Emmet said he couldn’t remember him. Even as Emmet closed his eyes, the Cop’s expression was still there.
The strange sense of foreboding remained sitting on the back of Emmet’s neck. This was bad, was Emmet’s last thought before losing consciousness.