More Rhoemmaiynsce Story

Moving along at a snail's pace... I'm going to get back to Storm and Fire, too. Battle of Ellensburg, remember? Right, that'll be up in a few days. As soon as summer comes I can write as much as I want! YAY! We now regret to be pleased to present our highly feature presentable presentation, which is present right now in the present, our present to you. And now without further "present"s, we give you... A RHOEMMAIYNSCE STORY!

Gene looked at his surroundings and concluded he was in a hospital. Some nurses were walking around, crashing into walls and falling out of windows. No, wait, they weren’t; he realized he must have been drugged with some medicine. That or it wasn’t only the falling person who knocked him unconscious.

He asked one of the nurses walking into a wall, “Where exactly am I? How long have I been here? Where is she?”

The nurse stopped walking into the wall and floated three feet upward. “You’re in the First Olympia Hospital and have been unconscious for the past day. We’re glad to see you awake; you had looked like you suffered a severe concussion. Do you notice anything abnormal?” the nurse said, seeming relieved.

“Well, you look like you’re floating three feet in the air and most of the other nurses are crashing into walls, but besides that, nothing much,” Gene replied. “What happened to that woman?” Gene asked in a worried tone.

“She’s still unconscious. She’s in a worse condition than you. What exactly happened? You both were found lying on the ground unconscious and that woman had a severe concussion. Do you remember?” The nurse asked, concerned.

“I saw her falling out of the building,” Gene said, trying to recall which one, still groggy. “I think it was that WI one. I thought she must have fallen out of a window and I tried to catch her. Where is she? I want to see her!”

“Are you worried about her? Don’t worry; we should be able to treat her. You need your rest, though.”

“But I want to see her!” he cried.

The nurse sighed. “You can’t even walk. You have too many broken bones. You’d need a wheelchair—”

“Then get me a wheelchair!” Gene yelled.

The nurse just sighed again and got him one. “She’s in room 101. Do be careful, we don’t want you hurt again.”

Gene rolled away. He was worried about this person and about what had happened. Though he had only looked at her for an instant, he cared about her. If he could do anything to help, he wanted to, even if it was only trivial.