Throne of Purple Flames
"I dunno,"
It was a clear and crisp answer, yet the doctor still looked at me with rightful suspicion… but I felt kind of disturbed as his eyes landed on me.
"What?" I asked, waking him up from his little staring contest with my forehead.
"There was extreme trauma to the back of your head, and you don't know? Are you saying you forgot what happened?"
"Nah… *sigh*... Anyways, I'm feeling better. I'm gonna go take a walk," I muttered, and even as the doctor tried to stop me, I continued out the door.
For some reason, I felt like throwing up but suppressed this sensation deep inside of me to where it could no longer come out.
My legs felt weak, and I could barely breathe as I used the wall for support.
"Didn't the doctor heal you up? Why do you look like a girl who just got railed for several hours?" A voice I did not want to hear right now appeared behind me.