To Each their Own: Chapter I: A New Life

Chapter I: A New Life

    "So you're saying you got hurt in an accident, and that you have no idea where you are?" Tiedoll had managed to transport the three newcomers to an infirmary located within the chapel he'd previously been painting. The young man that had broken his easel-not that he'd told him that-was the first to awaken after the medical care. He'd had a deep gash in his abdomen, and while it was nothing to scoff at; he'd gotten off easy compared to the two that followed him. The other two were still being worked on, while under Daisya's watch, while he spoke with the young man on a front row pew of the holy place.

    "Right. And you're saying that I fell out of the sky?" The boy couldn't be older than seventeen, with dark green eyes that held only confusion. A simple white shirt with the buttons undone revealed the bandaged wound and likely future scar of the boy before him. With a nod from Tiedoll, the boy exhaled deeply. "And...how long have I been out?"

    "Three hours." The boy leaned against the back of the pew. The dog that had been with him was left secured to the building outside, and the excited yips that startled the passerby's had become dull to the two. Tiedoll removed his glasses and absently cleaned them with the brown cloak resting over his uniform. "You're currently in Southern France. Do you know how to get home from here?"

    The boy didn't look as confused as he did startled. "F-France?!"

    "That's right."

    "But-I'm not-How did-I wasn't in France to begin with!" The boy groaned and held his face in his hands.

    "Shh, calm down...." He paused, but the boy neither calmed nor looked at him. He wasn't quite sure how he had gotten in the predicament he had unless this accident had involved an Akuma dropping him from the sky in front of him. Unless...

    He continued, "Perhaps...you have amnesia?"

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    Patrick finally lifted his head to look at the old man, disbelief clearly written on his face. "Amnesia?"

    The man nodded. "Maybe this accident caused you to forget moving from where you came from to here?"

    It sort of made sense. Sort of.

    "But that wouldn't explain why I still remember having the accident, would it?"

    The older man smiled reassuringly at him. "I hear there's all types of Amnesia."

    After a moment of hesitation, Patrick gave a soft nod. It wasn't an explanation he was completely sold on, but for now, it made sense. And it was all his head could handle. "Uh...I guess this is a little late, but I never asked what your name was."

    Tiedoll blinked before letting out a heartwarming laugh that made the younger smile too. "I'm Froi Tiedoll. It's nice to meet you." He lifted a hand to shake.

    "Patrick Mason."

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     Thursday didn't want to open her eyes. She felt pain, and she knew it was bad. Especially her back. She rolled onto her side, and the pain disappeared. She must have been laying on the wound. Now that the pain was gone, it would be a lot easier to sleep. Her consciousness was fading away.

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    Daisya had been kicking his weapon around for three hours. Sure, he was mildly curious about the people that fell on him. And sure, he had gained some patience since becoming an exorcist.

    But three.

    Hours.

    And that fucking dog.

   Needless to say, he was about ready to kick his bell into the wall and watch it bounce off the heads of the two patients and town doctor. It might knock the doctor out, but hey, it could wake up the other two.

   Just as he was about ready to test this, the girl on the bed to his right rolled over. It was too late to stop his kick however, and his Charity Bell ricocheted around the room-yet, narrowly avoided the rooms occupants-before landing harmlessly back into his arms. The girl, however, didn't react so well to the ball hitting the side of her bed and shot upright. The noise she made was more than enough to tell him she shouldn't be up yet. The doctor quickly moved to her side.

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    Thursday's body felt like it was on fire. One moment she was fine, and the next she was startled into movement. A movement that caused her to lose all breath in her lungs. She gasped for air, but it felt like the right side of her back had shattered. Voices called out to her, but she was in too much pain to comprehend what they were saying. God, if she was in that much pain, how much pain would her sister be in?

    Her sister.

     Ally.

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    "Ally!"

    The girl screamed. Loud. Daisya Barry helped the doctor hold the teen down. Her eyes were wide with panic, but he didn't think she even knew they were there. The door opened, and he briefly glanced over to see his mentor with the new guy in tow. The girl thrashing stopped moving, and the doctor had him lift her as he quickly checked to see if her wounds had reopened. Fortunately for her, they hadn't. When he set her back down the girl took deep gulps of air, as if she'd nearly drowned. She seemed to be grounded now, and he guessed the Doc. had given her something to calm her.

    Good thing, too. Her screaming right by his ear had left it ringing, and he played with the thought that maybe that's what the Akuma had to deal with when he attacked them.

    Or maybe it was karma for nearly slamming said weapon into her head.

    He faced General Tiedoll only to see that both he and the teenager with him looked a little startled, but just as Tiedoll got ready to ask what happened, a tug at his coat brought his attention to the girl on the bed, and was startled to see that her once panicked brown eyes were now completely focused on him. "W...what happened?" 

    Daisya blinked. "To put it simply, you fell out of the sky, knocked me down, then screamed in my ear the moment you woke up."

    The girl didn't seem to care. "My sister. What happened to my sister?"

    At this point the doctor cut in, and Daisya was more than happy to step back and let him take over. "The girl you were holding onto?" Unfortunately, he hardly stepped away before stopping as he realized that the girl was still quite adamantly gripping his coat. He sighed, but guessed that making her get off would get him scolded by both adults in the room.

    The girl started to sit up again, and this time Daisya supported her in doing so. The girl glanced at him before looking to the doctor. "Yes. Where is she? Is she okay?"

    All in the room were silent.

    The doctor cleared his throat. "She'll live."

    The girl hardly looked relieved. "I want to see her." She started to stand, but the doctor immediately protested.

    "You should really stay in bed." She wasn't deterred. Letting go of Daisya to support herself on the bed instead, she lifted herself to a standing position...only to fall on him. Again. At least he didn't fall this time.

     Instead, she was now looking at him with slight embarrassment as he looked at her with slight annoyance. "Get back in bed, screamer girl."

     She blinked. "S-screamer girl?!"

     Daisya winced at her voice right next to him again, and as if realizing she had just justified the nickname, she had the decency to blush.

     "Thursday." The girl looked toward the speaker of the day at the same time Daisya did, and both found themselves facing the black haired boy that had already been up and about. "I'll help you to her, okay?"

     The girl, Thursday, apparently, nodded.
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    Patrick went to Thursday, and, having seen her wounds already, was careful of her back as he led her to the other side of the room. The only occupied bed held a small blonde haired kid who had yet to wake, covers pulled to just a little above her waist. Thursday started walking faster the closer they got, and with each step her strength seemed to be returning to her. By the time they reached the ten year old's bed, the girl wasn't using him for support at all.

    She sat next to the younger girl and cupped her cheek. "Ally..."
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    Thursday was about to wake the girl when she felt a hand on her right shoulder. She turned to see Patrick, who shook his head a little. "I don't think she'll wake up yet, but you probably shouldn't try."

    Thursday frowned at him. "Why not?"

    He looked at her sympathetically, but before he could answer, the doctor did. "Both of you were very injured. Your entire back is shredded, and you woke screaming. I wouldn't want her to have the same reaction." Patrick gave the doctor a confused look, as if that wasn't the actual reason, but Thursday was too distracted by what the doctor said. She turned on the bed to face the other people in the room.

    "Did you say...my entire back?"

    The doctor nodded. "That's right."

    "...As in, not just the right side?"

    The doctor gave her a questioning look. "It's definitely all of it. I'd even say the left side got it worse."

    Thursday went very still before lightly touching her left shoulder with her right arm. She then held out her left arm and promptly moved her fingers around. She moved her hand to Patrick's face, how she'd done with her right to her sisters just a moment ago. She shuddered lightly as her hand dropped away from him.

    "I....I can't feel it. I can't feel my left side at all."