A/N – At some point this may become rated M, but I'm not sure at the moment. I will also be changing the name at some point, because Wednesday is just plain boring. The title will stay for a while, but I am open to suggestions, and will probably change the title towards the end, maybe after I finish writing the whole thing. I know it's been a while…deal. xD

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I startled awake for the first time in my life. How I knew that it was the first time in my life was beyond me, but somehow I knew; just like at that moment, I knew that those had been memories, not just a strange dream. My startling had awoken an adorable kitten…it may have been a cat in actuality, but it was so small I deemed it a kitten. Just as I was about to attempt to coo at the kitten, it looked at me, and I recognized the eyes. Brilliant silver lazily looked at me, then seemed shocked, all leading to the kitten jumping up and running head first into the door.

I couldn't help but to laugh. Seeing as I could not really use my vocal cords and whatnot, it ended up with me coughing. At this point, I was in a semi-sitting position, coughing at my knees. I looked up between coughing fits, and could have sworn that I saw the kitten transform into Scar. But I was in a hospital, and coughing. There was no end to the things I could have seen. All I knew was that Scar was at my side rubbing my back. It didn't take long to get the coughing to subside, and once it did, Scar helped me into a sitting position. There were more pillows than I had ever seen in my life supporting me, but somehow I was comfortable.

One look at Scar told me that he was dead tired. His hair was all over the place, no longer the anime look, just a voluminous mess. The beautiful silver of his eyes was marred by the surrounding red lines, and he had the look of someone shocked awake. In all, he looked like a mess.

I attempted to move to get the notebook that I knew was sitting on the table beside me, but was suddenly aware that my muscles were sore just from the coughing. When had I ever been so weak? I was starting to remember who I was, and how I had come to be in a hospital. When I had first awoken, I was confused, and hadn't the slightest clue as to what was going on. Now, I remembered. I was hit by a car. Rodney's car. Now I only had one question. Well, two, but they were related enough to almost count as one.

Scar handed me the notepad and pencil.

Are you okay? We've been asleep for about five hours. Do you need anything?

He seemed so concerned about me, it made me sad how blunt I was about to be.

Where is Rodney, is he ok? And mom? …Who are you?

Scar took the notepad, read it in an amount of time I was almost sure could not be measured, and wrote a reply in nanoseconds. He looked concerned for a moment before handing it back to me.

Rodney…Are you sure you want to know all of this?

Of course I wanted to know, why else would I have asked? He seemed so concerned; it made me feel like an old woman who went to the hospital, and found out that her husband died while she was in surgery. Did something that bad happen? How long had I been out of it for something so shocking to happen that it would require so much concern? Maybe Rodney was hurt on the way to come see me.

Yes, please tell me all that you can. Or if you don't want to write it all down, maybe Matrix or James can tell me. They seem to know what is going on. …Who are they anyway?

Scar had attempted to read what I was writing, but once again, my hand was in the way. I kind of felt sorry for the guy. He was so concerned, and I wrote so slowly. Once my hand was out of the way, he was writing, the notepad still in my lap. It amazed me how fast he was writing. The page was filling up, it not being a very large note pad, and I had only read the first sentence when he took the pad out of my lap and was writing the second page.

I doubt that I should be the one informing you of all of this, and I apologize in advance for what you are about to read.

His hand literally flew across the paper, the ink looking to appear out of nowhere as his hand was three lines further. What amazing speed. I watched as he stopped for a moment, a wave of doubt emanating from him. It didn't last long, and soon he was handing the notepad back to me, looking at me with sad eyes.

I doubt that I should be the one informing you of all of this, and I apologize in advance for what you are about to read. I know that you are not yet fully conscious, and when you are, you will be shocked, but I suppose now is as good a time as any to tell you of the events following your accident.
I cannot tell you…so much as show you. You must be willing to understand a few things first though…actually, I will explain them afterwards. Now just to make sure, do you really want to see what happened that day, and the ones following?

It took me a minute to read it, and I didn't understand. How could he show me, but not tell me? And what was so shocking? Instead of dwelling on all of the strange things happening, I decided to just go with it.

If you are willing, please show me. I want to know.

It took me almost all of a minute to write those two short sentences. My arm hurt just from the few sentences I had written since my awakening a few minutes ago. Worse still, I could feel myself being pulled back into the world of the unconscious, and I did not want to return there until I had whatever story Scar was going to tell me. How bad could the truth be?