I can count on just one hand how many times Chat has just flat out refused to say anything, and in all of those times he was either extremely angry at me or just plain astonished at my stupidity.
He must be really angry at me.
'So…'
Shut your fucking mouth, you wanker!
Yup, he's angry alright. 'I just want to point out that I'm thinking, not speaking, sooo…'
Motherfucker I don't give a damn whether you're speaking or thinking! Just shut up!
Grimacing, I took in a deep sigh and gently tried opening my eyes, but it resulted in just more pain due to so much brightness, so I quickly closed them back again.
'Okay, I'm sorry that I didn't listen to you, but I was late and—'
Well, it doesn't matter anymore because you're not in the condition to even move right now. I mean, you can't even open your eyes.
Yeah, I'm definitely missing some classes now. 'Yeah, it does hurt like a bitch.' Weirdly, I'm completely pain-free in the rest of my body, but for some reason, my motor functions are a bit wonky. Trying to move my arms feels like I'm trying to move them through mud, but maybe that's because I'm under anesthesia. 'Where are we anyway?'
Dude, You just had a high-speed accident in the middle of morning traffic. Where do you think you are?
'No, I mean which hospital, and are my parents here or not?'
Well, judging by the sounds of children crying around you, I'd say we are in the Neo hospital. The maternity ward is pretty close to the ICU there.
It always astounds me just how much I notice the world around me and how Chat just throws it around, 'How do you remember that? How do I even notice that?'
I have absolutely no idea... You're weird like that; let's just go with that. Anyway, maybe you can try opening your eyes? That'll give us our answers much faster, you know.
Oh well, there are worse ways to start your day, like waking up early in the morning, getting ready in record time, only to read an email from your teacher saying `all the classes for the day have been canceled "... This is pretty tame compared to the frustration you felt then. 'Okay, wait... well, that's painful,' I muttered quietly while trying to open my eyes, but with mixed results.
Sam….
'What, it is taking me a while to adjust to this bright light, we must—'
Shut up and look! There are no machines.
Now a little more alert, I blinked in confusion and quickly scanned the headboard of the bed but, true to Chat's word, found nothing but some buttons there. Still, it's not that weird. 'Okay, so what?'
Usually, in the ICU, there are machines and life support for patients who have been in a major accident. like the one your dumb ass has been in...
I hate when my consciousness makes more sense than me. 'You're not wrong there.' Now that I have a little awareness, I try to move my hands, but they still feel weird. 'Why the fuck do I feel so weird?' Holy shit, this can be a real problem for me. If my hand won't work properly, then my career as an animator is effectively over. Okay, now it's time to get serious, but first, 'why are these fucking kids in our room? ...chat? Chat?'
…Maybe we're in their room….
Uhhhh, what? 'Why would we be in a maternity room of all places?'
…do you really need me to spell it out for you? Oh, for the love of... look at your hands!
'What are you, yoohh ohh woohooaa? What the fuck happened to my hands? Chat! Chat!'
I'm seeing what you're seeing; you don't need to scream at me!
'Chat I have baby hands! Chat!'
There are very few things in life that can genuinely make me uncomfortable, like soggy biscuits, the sound of gears grinding together because of not clutching while changing gears, Christopher McDonald, and intimacy! But this one really takes the fucking sweet cake!
Lifting my hands, the first thing I saw were small, delicate fingers where my injured hands are supposed to be.
…It's not just hands, I reckon.
Now for some goddamn reason I was not able to express myself properly. Instead I got this overwhelming urge to just cry as loudly as I could, and I realized that tears were starting to leak out of my eyes. Oh my god, are you crying?
'I cannot help it! It's like I want to cry for some reason!'
Well, that answers the question of why we're in a maternity ward.
I don't know if he's trying to be funny or not, but goddamnit, I'm not in the mood for these smartassresponses right now. ' No chat, it just raises more questions like, Why the fuck are we a baby in the first place?!'
I have no idea, but did you notice something else?
'What the hell can be more important than the fact that I'm in the body of a bloody baby?'
Look at your hands again.
Taking a look at my hands again, I see those little hands and fingers again. It's weird seeing my hands without my rings and scars. Just an empty white hand—wait.
'Wait... no, maybe it's just too bright in here, right? Right?'
I think you know what's happening.
'Oh god, it's really happening.'
You just gained white privileges!
'How the fuck is this possible?' Okay, now it really points to either the case of a very vivid dream while we're in a coma due to the accident or somehow I'm reincarnated into the body of a newborn baby, and I'm not weeaboo enough to cry out 'isekai!'
And thank the heavens above for that...
At least I still have Chat with me even if I'm here. As long as he's with me, I can make this work.
I was just trying to come to terms with this entire situation when I saw a nurse coming toward us.
'Look, someone is coming.'
Well, whatever is about to happen, one thing is for certain: this is not going to be a breeze.