Hi, it's been 3 years since I've posted lol.
Warnings: head injury, dying mention, loss of consciousness, abandoned, drugged, feeding tube, hospital setting, memory issues
Sometimes, the villain wondered if he was really the villain of this story. Or was that a made-up concept to protect the real villains.
How could he be the villain when he were the victim?
Villain gasped as he lay across the bench in the park, fingers grabbing onto nothing. His head throbbed, and his vision went in and out of focus as he watched the stars in the sky.
Why did it have to be so beautiful? For such an ugly world, why did it have to be so beautiful?
Tears streamed down Villain's face. Why did he have to be so alone and so cold? Why couldn't he have someone to go to?
Blood trickled down Villain's face, from the gash in his forehead and from his broken nose. He struggled to breathe. Every breath made him dizzy.
He hurt so much, but he couldn't tell if it was from his body or his heart.
He knew that Hero had someone to go to after he beat Villain into a senseless pulp about thirty minutes ago. He knew that he would've been caressed and taken care of.
More tears trickled down Villain's face, but he wasn't as aware of them. He was slowly losing consciousness as the world swirled and numbed around him. Maybe it was from blood loss, maybe from a concussion, or maybe just pure exhaustion.
Prior to being beaten up, Villain hadn't slept for about 24 hours trying to escape Hero's pursuit. He ran, desperately trying to evade capture. Maybe capture would've been better than this. Maybe in capture, he would've been warm...
Villain felt himself being pulled under. Maybe he would die. Maybe he would never wake up again.
Villain struggled to open his eyes.
Bright lights blinded him.
He felt no other sensation.
Blackness took over again.
"We need law enforcement to do that."
"We can justifiably sedate him, right?"
Villain was hardly aware of what was going on, but he was moving. Moving. Villain struggled to grasp the concept. What was going on? Where was he?
He couldn't move and everything hurt. Bad.
Villain let out a small sob and the voices stopped.
"We are 4 minutes away from the hospital, and he's extremely out of it. Let's just wait until then and let law enforcement deal with it."
Law enforcement? Like heros? Villain thrashed and started to panic.
"Don't!" He screamed. Hands grabbed his.
"Shh, shh. Don't hurt yourself."
Villain stopped, immediately exhausted. He opened his eyes and made out an unrecognizable face.
"Do you know where you are, Villain?" The person asked. Male. Big. Strong.
"You are in an ambulance. You're getting help."
"Okay," Villain whispered and fell limply against the surface he was on. He was confused but accepted it.
About 30 seconds later, he was out again.
The next time Villain woke, he knew instantly that something was wrong but he couldn't fathom it.
He felt suspended in the air. His arms were restrained above his head, and his ankles were tied to the sides of a bed. He felt no pain.
He glanced around, recognizing a hospital. His eyes drifted to his body. His ribs were wrapped in bandages, and his lower leg had a cast on it.
Villain didn't know. He didn't remember what happened or how he got there.
His eyes flicked to his suspended arms. An IV stuck in his right elbow.
"Drugs?" Villain whispered, his tongue thick and barely movable.
Villain jumped and glanced to his other side. A nurse stood there, shaking.
Villain glanced down at the plate she was holding. Mashed potatoes and a green substance.
"Then I'm going to give you your next dose."
"Of?" Villain weakly asked.
"I-I have been ordered to keep you moderately sedated and on pain killers," the nurse replied and spooned Villain a bite. Villain took it, but he felt too weak and woozy to swallow.
Villain tried, but couldn't and started to cough. The nurse hesitantly rubbed Villain's throat and he eventually swallowed.
"I'll be back," she said and ran out of the room.
Villain was exhausted, barely awake at this point. The room morphed and spun. After what seemed like ages, the nurse came back with a man.
"He can't swallow?" The man asked.
"He's very, very weak and probably too drugged up to swallow," the nurse replied
"We can insert a feeding tube, but I don't want him awake for that. He hasn't eaten in two days. He needs nutrients. Or we can give him liquid nutrients. I'm going to consult my colleagues."
"Okay, what should I do now?" The nurse asked.
"Give him his painkillers and sedatives. He's too awake right now if we aren't going to feed him."
The nurse nodded and started to prep the sedative. Villain didn't feel awake. He was barely keeping his eyes open.
Before he knew it, Villain's thoughts left his head, and unconscious took hold.
"... still unconscious..."
"...be out of it... back later."
Voices filtered through Villain's extremely drugged mind. He slowly peeled his eyes open and immediately felt like him was falling...
He was entrapped. He felt his ankles tied aggressively to the bed, and his arms were suspended in the air. He looked across his body. His ribs were bandaged and his leg was in a cast.
Villain's eyes felt thick as they shifted to his side. It was a girl, a nurse.
"Are you with me?" She asked.
Villain just stared at her, trying to absorbed her features.
"You've been asleep for a while. How do you feel?"
Villain couldn't bring himself to reply. He didn't even know what he would've said.
"Good or bad?" The nurse pressed.
"Bad," Villain forced himself to rasp. He felt his eyes drooping again. Soon, he'd pass out again, and he knew it.
"How many days has he been like this?" Another spoke spoke, oddly recognizable, but Villain felt as if he was imagining that detail. He was really high on drugs anyways.
"About five," the nurse replied as Villain drifted into unconsciousness once more.
The next time Villain was awake, he felt more with it, but he didn't remember what he was comparing it to.
Villain looked at the man running into the room.
"Oh my. Who did this Villain?"
Villain stared at him for a while before saying,
