Once the young man fell unconscious he remained that way through the impossible storm, through his extraction from the area and his transfer to the hospital.
A great person once said that boredom is a disease of human nature that completely went against its nature leading it down a rabbit hole at the end which utter despair is what lie in wait.
That might have been true, heck it was but what if you are forced past a wall, a wall where the only tool you had to get past is a will that seemed as effective than any natural government.
Then you have to tangle with boredom making it your one and only companion.
That idea would be daunting to any being but this young man who lost consciousness was given something else access to his subconscious.
In a dark world where he felt not heard not and saw not he constantly wondered whether he was even alive anymore.
Thinking through the last things he saw that bizarre occurrence with his grandfather he even wondered whether anything he knew was reel.
Thoughts were all that came from boredom thoughts that shake your very sense of being, to most exposure for minutes or hours would hold no tantamount effect.
The bad thing about the young man's situation is that he had no access to time nor did he feel it's effect effectively cutting himself off of reason
First he fought with something that seemed very reluctant over his body which he somehow knew was there although he could feel not.
It was hilarious seeing a persistent force trying to move an immovable mountain, each appeal reproached wore down the force.
After an unknown number of trails and overwhelming failure he gave up on the idea of regaining his body at the body at the moment.
He analyzed everything from numeric to philosophy things he never had any talents for but a knack for due to boredom.
Some were profane others garbage but they kept him occupied.
Eventually his goal changed from escaping boredom to embracing it and maybe surpassing it.
His world universal and subatomic views on life changed and evolved into a beautiful poetic tale that was beautifully complicated yet gorgeously simple.
Time was nothing more than that an anchor that prevented his ascension the greatest disability boredom inadvertently allowed him to do what most beings could only salivate at. Finding peace.
Another once said adaptability is humanity's greatest trait the wild ever gave it although time was none existent to the young man in his state he had adapted to quiet.
Obviously he was a bit apprehensive when he felt the mountain he had at one point push so violently against part, he was a bit apprehensive to dive back to normal.
Ignorance is bliss and those who could master it are happiest so he did just that he ignored the lack of resistance choosing darkness and quiet.
During his thoughts he forgot that most of the times if there is a road you do not understand Infront of you, you must walk no matter who you are.
Fully peeved he silently transcended the darkness as for once in what he could only describe as forever he felt something again it was his arms, lighter than he remembered but still there.
The light that turned red as they hit his eyelids was the next thing to perceive.
The stimulus was something that just could not compare to silence but it had the ability to make him greedy as the man opened his eyes gazing at the slowly setting sun exuding a majestic orange hue.
'I have to admit, I've missed this'
He thought as he somehow forced his now shriveled body into a sitting position to gaze at the beautiful sky.
'This is priceless.'
He thought as he noticed his voice too heavy to properly talk in the way he was used to.
The sun had an interesting warmth just quintessential but what surprised him was the unusual landscape he could see high rise building for miles and miles.
'Which city am I in.'
He silently pondered gazing as the brilliant landscape that threatened to engulf even his greedy eyes and blind his weak eyes that seemed too fragile due to disuse.
Gazing about he finally decided to look about the hospital ward he would obviously see some sort of branding indicating the institution he was currently patriot to.
Surprisingly in his view he caught a sight a new one yet still a familiar one. Not knowing what took over his body his hand unconsciously rose shaking in the air as a form of greeting.
The figure responded too shaking her frail hands that looked slightly malnourished but still functioning.
She was a babe with golden pupils that drew anyone who didn't tread lightly in though her robes hid her curves they didn't do it overwhelmingly.
Her malnourishment highlighted her cheekbone to a boorish extent which reduced her overall attractiveness but didn't make her ugly.
They both saw curiosity i each other's eyes but nothing beyond that not perversion not attraction just childish curiosity.
This woman felt too familiar for him to not be curious although she looked Korean by origin she still felt like kin.
"Why are you staring?"
"You're pretty!"
That simple interaction seemed to seal something an auspicious feeling that would very well pave the path for human revolution as a whole.
The girl smiled it was a mocking smile not a heartfelt one a retaliation against something.
"How did you end up here?" He asked
"Honestly I don't remember just fell into water than woke up." She said weakly grimacing at her own words
Somehow his story was just a Siamese of her's so he decided to keep mum until she asked.
While this awkward interaction that would influence the lives of countless beings was being forged, somewhere else in an office of sorts a woman was moaning superficially.
"Aang!"
She screamed as her hips went back and forth on the laps of a man who had a haggard expression on his face.
The office was luxurious and reeked of medicine, it had a large amount of space unoccupied and where it was there was just a small lounge arrangement.
Couple that with the sleek marble desk and a monitor that seemed almost see through it could have very been an office from wall street.
A name plate with the words Mr. Hammel revealed the man beneath the woman, while all of this was happening on the velvet sofa, the screen glowed an ominous red.
"I'm close Heather!"
"Me too baby c.u.m inside me baby"
After the deed was done they both hid their shame and the man rushing to the monitor glowing red.
"Harold, Is everything okay?"
"Yeah something interesting just happened."
Leaving with a smile Heather turned back to him
"Baby when will you marry me, or are you just stringing me alone."
Wearing his coat and rushing off before kissing her
"When you are done with college okay."
Harold Hammel rushed through the halls garnering the attention of other doctors and a few nurses.
He was director of Look Medicare he was a man whose life warranted no worry in it, so obviously curiosity grew when he rushed off trying his best to sprint towards somewhere.
By the time Harold arrived at the top of the 100 floor behemoth of a hospital sky-scrapper he had accrued a base of people who followed fervently.
Stopping at one point to correct his suit and lab coat he let the floodgates of curious employees open.
"Don't make noise on the exclusive floor unless you can bear the consequences."
He ordered quite logically but still drove fear into the staff one nurse silently thought to himself on the side.
'This floor is somehow more scarry than the director being a floor purposefully dedicated to one family, nobody in the world not the government, not big business nor mass corporations had access to this floor.'
"I need two nurses the rest of you can scram before someone even finds out you stepped on to the madam's floor."
Harold threatened making the crowd disperse leaving him with two very pretty nurses who seemed to have bubbly personalities.
"Priority X has awoken hopefully you know the protocol."
The girls were surprised but right now they just went along with whatever was said, priority X had been a dream that lasted for two decades becoming myth for most doctor who worked there.
Harold didn't mind them as he just walked to a glass door that seemed too thick to not be bullet proof.
Taking a deep breath his hands shaky from nervousness passing his keycard on the sensor which allowed him to open the door.
"Log In authorized, DR. Harold Hammel order nine clearance."
A computer system sounded as he walked into the room a smile evident on his face.
"Hello Mr. Allan and Ms. Daniella welcome to Look MediCorp I'll be your physician today."