Plastic Surgery? How?

Chandler's POV

I opened my eyes and sighed, "I can't believe I died just like that! I didn't even get to mess around and play with them! Aww I really did miss out on all the fun this time", I thought to myself. I silently scanned around the room with my eyes, calculating possibilities, thinking of all the various reasons I am still alive or all the reasons my savior has kept me alive for and what they might want from me made me smirk, laughing at the irony of this situation, "was I going to be used by humans for their own gains again?"

I gazed at the door of the ward intently, wondering if someone would barge in right now and drag me to a prison cell, not that I wanted it to happen but because it seemed like the most likely event to happen in the present situation. After staring at it for what seemed like hours, I finally shifted my gaze to the only other door in the room, it probably led to the bathroom. I slowly tried to stand up from the bed, but crumbled down quite miserably.

After a few hundred tries, I finally managed to stumble to the bathroom door, I opened it and stepped inside. I was stupefied the moment I saw my reflection in the mirror, the face in the mirror wasn't mine! I slowly raised my hand to touch my face and saw the stranger in the mirror do the same, it really was my face, but how is it so different from before? Did someone perform a plastic surgery on me while I was in coma?

I stumbled back into the room, searching for any relevant document, rummaging through all the drawers and the desk. I was able to find a document with information of a person, kinda like a portfolio, the person had the same face as the one in the mirror, with the name Rael Valerio Raizel, age 20, resident in a very wealthy area of Venice, Italy, the only living heir of the Raizel family, one of the biggest MNC owners in the world.

I had never heard of an MNC called Raizel before because I already knew all the major companies that ruled over the business world, it confused me to no end on who this person was and how he seemed to have the same face as him. Just then, a younger man walked into the room wearing what seemed to be a three-piece suit meant for butlers and a shocked expression, he walked up to Chandler and bowed respectfully," young master, you are awake? Are you feeling well?" he asked with a concerned tone.

I raised my eyebrows at the person standing in front of me, a annoyed and frustrated look on my face. The young man before me seemed to me even more shocked and immediately fled out of the ward to god knows where. I sighed in utter frustration, ran my hand through my hair and retraced my steps to the bathroom, and started to examine his current looks and face.

His current face was surely exquisite, naturally pale porcelain skin, slant sharp silvery grey eyes, perfectly straight nose, thin and perfectly proportionate lips, sharp jaw line, long limbs, a flat tummy with non-existent muscles and feeble arms. This body seemed very weak, both mentally and emotionally.

Just then, the previous young man rushed inside the ward with a whole army of doctors and nurses, they all started to clamor around me, the person who seemed to be the head doctor asked me," do you remember your name? age?", hearing the question I chose to stay silent, one can never know what intentions they have." Do you remember anything at all?" the doc asked again, and this time too, I stayed silent, just blankly staring at them.

The doctor left after a few hundred more questions, beckoning the young man outside to talk. I just sat there on the bed staring out of the window, wondering what was to happen to me.

After an hour or so had passed, the young man from before walked into the ward again, bowing a bit and then just stood there looking at me as if examining me and then a few seconds later finally opened his mouth to say," young master..."

To be continued