Upon waking up the first thing he saw was a white ceiling with lights attached, turning his head to one side he saw a man who seemed more like a soldier than a doctor, on the other side a woman peeling an apple and who seemed more like a diplomat than a soldier.
—You should stop thinking so much— the woman spoke without losing concentration on the apple and... wait how does she know what I think something is wrong how the hell
—How annoying, stop thinking so much it's annoying— What is she referring to, I don't understand what is happening I don't understand anything.
Before he could think his body again began to feel tired, but why he didn't understand it is as if he could not differentiate between the real and the unreal.
—Well that's better, good evening, young Arthur I introduce myself— Placing the plate of peeled apples next to Arthur — I am your agent in charge at the hero association, everything you say or do will pass through my approval, understood
"The woman with a prominent set of teeth similar to that of a guinea pig was introducing herself as my manager, wouldn't it be better to call her "boss"yes although it is strange, I don't remember being in this place" Arthur quickly thought before feeling the woman's gaze become heavier
—If you like to call me boss I have no problem, but keep in mind that I will not tolerate you insulting me— the boss spoke with a gaze that seemed to throw ice
—Yes excuse me for... a moment she's been reading my thoughts for a while that's impolite of you boss— Arthur replied with a choked sigh his body still couldn't exert force
—Thoughts? I see then you can't realize that words appear above your head and since you say they are thoughts. What a curious ability — the woman after finishing speaking stood up and prepared to leave — I expect you tomorrow, don't forget you have work to do.
—What do you mean words, no wait work and where am I supposed to go tomorrow— Arthur tried to speak to the boss who was already on the other side of the door
—Worry about recovering first and well we will contact you— without waiting any longer the boss and the soldier by her side left the room leaving only the plate of apples and an emptiness to Arthur
With a sharp pain Arthur stopped before doing anything, the room before small and normal seemed giant, his hands of normal sizes seemed to reach distances they shouldn't. He was not well, something was happening to him something that would not let him breathe
Trying to breathe and think, no he couldn't think either every time he thought his chest hurt, but he was not doing anything it is as if something was denying him.
"It seems you want to follow me son" the firm voice was heard by his side and like a bucket of cold water stopped any thought.
"What kind of face is that, didn't you want to see your father" certainly it was his father but he looked younger like, the last time they spoke 10 years ago, he wore his usual gray suit with an unmistakable hairstyle, his firm and reliable shoulders with hard working hands, exactly everything he hated about him
—Get out! — a scream resonated not only in his room but throughout the hospital, scaring even the soldier who was with the boss
He disappeared as he came without leaving a trace after his voice, but something remained in his mind, he said that he called him, but that was impossible, after all his father would be the last one he would call.
[A whisper was heard in his mind again]
At the moment of Arthur's scream and before his boss could arrive at his room the time stopped, no that would be incorrect, the correct thing would be that Arthur's mind accelerated for an instant to the point that time stopped.
It hurts!
My body hurts!
The breathing of the subject who whispered behind his back became stronger, until finally it turned into slow and heavy steps that approached him, until a hand was placed on his neck.
As if he were in a post-ictal state the only thing he could do pathetically again as before was sweat, sweat from fear and terror as when you face your first wild fight, something that made him feel pathetic and disgusting.
Wait why does it feel disgusting why do I insult myself again. I don't understand what is happening to me, I'm confused and...
Me, am I going to die?
No, I need to move now
I need to wake up!
A small spasm in his legs, which looked more like a child's tremble happened, the next moment the hand behind him that held his neck let go and passed over his head as if looking for something, but in the end nothing happened
[Relax you want, you are not the protagonist]
As if it were a dream his legs gave way in the end and everything continued the sound of the cars outside was still deafening, the air became cold again but not heavy, well almost everything.
Opening the door forcefully the boss saw Arthur, he hadn't changed much from before he was still the young man with the emaciated face from before, well yes he had changed he was no longer in the hospital bed but on the floor vomiting as if he had eaten something repulsive.
—Stop, what the hell is wrong with you! — a scream from the boss was heard, it was normal after all Arthur was putting his fingers in his mouth as if trying to take out something non-existent from it
/That was weird/
Another voice was heard in his head, no he was already fed up tired irritated and everything you could imagine, he just What the hell is wrong with him!
As if he controlled it a chaotic and heavy energy came out of his body his sunqu magic had entered a critical state, something that had not been seen since hero rank 2 Sinchi.
Then finally an image became visible in his mind, a book with an almost divine cover, but with worn and filthy pages, something very different from what he expected to see.
Although it took Arthur an instant to go from the voice to the book, the boss had spent about an hour watching Arthur expel energy as if it had no end.
Even coming to question herself whether to call the hero association to send some hero to control Arthur something that was not necessary since just after the hour Arthur returned to himself with his senses, although something felt different. ¿As if he was more, happy?