Tears Of Joy

Marshall sat there, completely estranged. He felt a great pain in his heart, but didn't know why. He wasn't in sync with his feelings, they were like a separate part of him, that he knew nothing about.

After Tavares left his the room, Marshall grasped at the centre of his shirt. He clenched it tightly, as slight tears ran down his cheeks. After waking up, Marshall couldn't recall anything of the past.

His head began to pain, as he tried to look back into his old days. However, nothing came to him.

Marshall began to panic. His heart thumped heavily, and his breath began to thin. The ECG began to beep rapidly, alerting all doctors, nurses and anybody who was staff near by.

He was hyperventilating, and he couldn't control himself. People began to rush to his side. Sweat poured down his head and soaked his collar, as he began to phase in-between consciousness and unconsciousness.

****

The doors to the hospital flung right open as a energetic girl came in. She dashed straight towards the receptionist's, cutting the queue of 6 people, leaving them in her dust.

"Hi, hello, whatever greeting you prefer." Said the girl, as she waved her hand frantically.

"My name is Marceline Fendell, I'm going to see Marshall." Marceline explained as she briskly walked towards the elevator. "Don't forget to check me in!" Marceline called while the doors to the elevator shut.

Marceline stood there impatiently, waiting to reach floor 7. She tapped her feet to the calming beat of the elevator music and hummed along. 'Don't fret Marcee, Marshall should be just fine.'

*DING* "Welcome, you have arrived at floor 7." spoke an operator through a microphone.

Marceline stepped out of the elevator. At the end of the corridor there was a large glass pane, which revealed the view of Southside city. From the glass pane, you could see all the wonderful towers, and exciting attractions.

Marceline strolled down the corridor and made a left, where she was met by the sight of a flashing red light, and multiple specialists crowding around one bed.

Marceline's heart dropped as she watched the doors to her brothers room slam shut, and the emergency light up into a bright red.

****

Marshall had been assessed by the doctors, where they came to the conclusion that he had lost a significant amount of his memory. The emergency doors released their magnetic locks, and slowly swung open.

"Marshall, there is somebody here to see you," said a doctor as she lead in Marceline.

Marshall recognised the girl instantly, but at the same time, he didn't.

He felt a sense of familiarity, but couldn't grasp upon who she was.

"Would you like some time alone?" The doctor asked. Marceline nodded. The doctor left Marshall's room, shutting the door behind her.

"Hey, do you remember who I am?" Marceline asked. She knew what the answer would be. However, she had to try.

"Yeah, your..." Marshall begun. But he didn't finish. He repeated himself over and over again, but he couldn't finish the last part. He didn't know her name.

"Don't worry Marsh, try not to push yourself. The doctors told me that you had lost a large amount of your memory, so you probably wouldn't remember alot of the past. You may not even remember any of it. It's probably for the best you don't remember your childhood, move on from here." spoke Marceline.

She really didn't want to have to let go of the old Marshall that she remember but it was a must and to be put simply, Marshall probably wasn't going to be the same person he was before.

"I'm Marceline, your sister. We're supposed to be enrolling Polus in a few days. I'm guessing Tavares didn't tell you what that was, right?" She spoke.

"Yeah, that guy was really rude about it when I asked him. Would you mind telling me?" Asked Marshall timidly.

"Polus, its a boarding school. There are many like it, but Polus stands out the most. As long as you apply for it, you can get in and your sent a student ID card. However, when actually entering the school, it is literally hell." Marceline began.

"As we know, all elite schools have some sort of written or practical exam. This is the same for Polus. With Polus, it's taken to the extreme. If you want to enter the school, you must be ready to give up your life. On the 30th of August, 4 days from now, all applied students will meet at a certain location."

"Each year it's different, but there is always one similarity. The penalty for failure, is death." Marceline paused.

From what Marshall was told just now, he knew that it would be difficult. With his current injuries, there wasn't any way for him to succeed.

Despite knowing that he would most likely fail, Marshall was set on going. He had absolutely nothing to loose. He was ready to put his life, that had recently been restored to him, on the line.

"Will there be teams or what's the deal?" Marshall asked.

"I don't know. Nobody knows accept the people there." Marceline continued.

"I'm willing to go. The doctors told me that I would be let out tomorrow because a healer is coming down to fix me up pretty soon." Marshall spoke.

"I won't be fixed fully, but ill be pretty patched up." he continued. "So, what do you say? Will you be my teammate, if it comes to it?" Marshall asked as he stuck out his hand.

A large smile gleamed off Marceline's face, as she shook his bandaged hand.

"Of course!" she screamed.

"Well, I'll be staying in the hotel across the road, I'll come back tomorrow!" Marceline waved as she walked out the room.

The doors to Marshall's room slam shut. As soon as Marceline was out of view, tears began running down both of their faces.

"I couldn't remember my own sisters' name." Marshall cried.

"I'm so happy to see him, alive." Marceline cried.

She wasn't in pain, it was simply, tears of joy.