there are so many other better directions this can go to but alas, my brain went 'oH shE's MAgIc nOw'. IMO this was good enough on its own one-shot but i wanna see how far i can go so take this as some sort of possible next scenario where all decency has dissipated-
She woke up in a hospital bed today.
Wait, what? This isn't right.
She was fine yesterday. What happened?
Wait.
Did she isekai into another world? Is she in a novel now?
....
Does that mean she died?
She sat up and touched both her cheeks in an attempt to show the surrounding air molecules how utterly shocked she is upon her reincarnation. Of course, that wasn't what happened. She looked at herself, or atleast the lot of herself that she can see. She still looks the same as before - same dark brown hair, same small scar on her forehead, same short stubby fingers. Okay, so cross 'died and reincarnated' off the imaginary list. She silently giggled at her own joke.
She then shook her head, returned her hands to their place on her cheeks, and imagined some possible scenarios that could have led her to be brought here. Here in this....this is a hospital bed, isn't it?
Looking around the small room, there wasn't anything other than the bed and a large rock. The room doesn't look like it's in a hospital. Sure, she's never been hospitalized but what she saw in most movies can't be wrong, can they? Where are the machines? Medical supplies? The actual doctors?? Also, who puts a rock on someone's bedside and why is it- oH GOSH THE ROCK IS ALIVE
She frantically took the blanket to capture the moving rock - wait. No, she shouldn't! It might declare war on humanity, then it would be the end of the world! But all the more reason why she should contain this, right?
She already trapped it, anyway. But still, to free or not to free? As she contemplated on the correct course of action that would lead to the least amount of damage, the rock spoke.
"...Mel?"
Oh no, it's calling reinforcements.
Okay, alright, calm down. She took deep breaths, in and out, and fell into thought. If this is reality, rocks can't talk. Or move on their own. So, maybe...
She freed the seemingly moving talking rock from underneath the blanket which was revealed to be, as she presumed, a human.
A normal, sleep-deprived human that was just waking up from an uncomfortable sleeping position. Not a supernatural rock....(oh thank goodness).
She sighed in relief and went back to bed, eyes closed and both hands resting on her stomach. The person at her bedside right now is a stranger. She has no memories of this dude, and she has no idea where she is, or how she got here. What better way to solve this predicament than sleeping.
"Hey..."
The rock - sorry, the guy spoke again. Nope. She is dead. Dead asleep. One cannot communicate with her right now.
"Come on, don't be like that."
His voice is a bit hoarse. Was he crying? He needs water. Oh, whatever, this world is devoid of anything that can get her to open her eyes.
"Please? We did what we came here to do so we can go back now. Do you think you can-"
She opened her eyes.
"Sorry, what?"
Instinctively, she covered her mouth. She hadn't meant to say that aloud. Moreover, she sounds weird. What on earth is this, puberty?
...
Well, she does feel a little longer.
She sat up and looked at herself again. Huh.
Her hair grew a bit. Her hands are still small, but they definitely weren't this big yesterday. Is she taller? Come to think of it, the scar on her forehead doesn't feel like a scar anymore - more like a short hit. She tried feeling the scar with her hand but she's having trouble finding it. No way. What? She's so confused and befuddled that she hadn't noticed how bothered the other person looked.
"You..."
Ah, she flinched at that. She wasn't focusing on the right thing. Right now, the most important thing is this person who acts like he knows her, and she's been ignoring him until he started saying something about going back. His voice was hoarse yet it was still soft when he talked. But just now, it gave her shivers. It was deep, a mix of mad and horrified and depressed and knowing. Knowing. She doesn't know what he's going to say next, but all she felt was fear, and the need to get out of here. This is how her dreams are always like.
"You..were reading?"
They're not real.
"We've been so patient with you."
But her feelings very much are.
"Why are you like this?"
So that means this is a dream, then. Knowing whether she's dreaming or not has always been hard. Waking up from these dreams, though, are usually easy. She probably should wake up already, but this one is interesting. She can stay a bit longer. Not like she has anything to lose, anyway.
