Immediately, she opened her eyes to find herself in a hospital room connected to an IV. Doctors surrounded her. One of them sighed.
"Sir, should I retrieve her friends?"
"Yes. Finally, they'll leave us alone." He chuckled lightly. "Good to see you awake again."
"You took a rather nasty beating in that forest, had a pretty bad concussion."
"Easy, easy. You're going to be okay. We were able to save you. You're gonna be okay." Her friends came in cautiously.
She started crying unexpectedly. Fred was the first to reach her bedside. She noticed he had bruises all over his hands and neck and and cried harder. He wrapped his arms around her frail frame, shushing her.
"You're alive!" she gasped.
"Of course we're alive. And we're okay. He's gone now."
"Hey," Shaggy said firmly. "Like, don't talk like that. Don't doubt this. You're okay." Somehow, Shaggy talking to her like this soothed her. Maybe because he was absolutely sure about this. He had a nasty gash on his forearm. Daphne followed Shaggy to her bedside and Scooby set his paws on the bed. Velma laughed.
"How'd you convince them to let you in here?"
"Shh. Like, he's not supposed to be." Velma laughed. She pet him gently.
"Well, I'm very happy to see you, Scooby Doo." He licked her face. The doctor cleared his throat.
"We do need to get the dog out before one of us gets in trouble. You can pick Velma up when we discharge her. It won't be long now." They all quietly exited. "How'd you rest?" Velma raised her eyebrows. "That bad, huh? Well, I have to enter some info, but Megan and Trent here will stay with you. You'll like them. They're nice."
"Thank you." He nodded and exited and a woman with dark brown hair tied into a ponytail came in and joined Trent. Her face was familiar... Velma inhaled sharply.
"You okay?" Trent asked.
"Well, you look like you saw a ghost!"
"I'm okay," she wavered. Trent shook his head and left and it was just Velma and Megan.
"I'm glad you made it out," Megan said, not glancing up from her clipboard.
"What?! How do you..."
"The quick explanation is I'm like him. In a way. Not for evil, mind you. The trauma he caused you would have killed you, but I can also help with the mind's inner workings and, like my manifestation may have said, you needed to fix yourself. I couldn't do it for you. But you're here now. Welcome back to the real world."
Megan and Velma both sensed footsteps coming in.
"Don't tell anyone I snagged you extra Jello," she said and bumped into the doctor.
"Megan," he said warningly. "We've talked about that."
"She's so small! Look at her, she needs something in her system after all of that yucky IV stuff!"
Velma laughed as the doctor continued to chastise Megan.
Why did I name her projection Alissa? she wondered.
Does it matter? countered another part of her.
She was awake and alive.
And she was no longer broken.
Everything was going to be okay.
Well? *shrugs shyly* How was it? Keep in mind I'm still fairly new to this, so please be nice! I really do need to learn to bring justice to such an awesome (in my opinion) concept.
Fun fact: I wrote almost everything after midnight.
Reviews are greatly appreciated!
Also, so are you!