Writing Prompt: Day 42

42Day 42 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a hospital preforming odd procedures.

Shannon: “So I see you’ve signed up for glitter eye infusion,” the doctor confirmed. “And I have you down for silver, is that correct?”

I nodded, excited and nervous at the same time. This was my first chance to add my spirit color to my appearance, and my first step toward defining my identity. It was a big milestone, and the rest of my peers had already taken on their eye colors. I was feeling left out, but before I could get too envious my parents had saved up enough money to begin my transformation.

“I’m obligated to run through the possible side effects…” he started before listing a long list of symptoms ending with loss of sight as the rare worst case scenario. “However, it still has happen to a few people. Are you still sure this is what you want? It’s not to late to change your mind.”

“I’m sure,” I nodded. “It’s worth it,” I confirmed without hesitation. I was going back to school with my color. The world wasn’t worth seeing if I wasn’t silver inside and out.

“Ok then, let’s get started. I’ll need you to drink this,” he handed me a cup and I downed it quickly. It was sour and bitter at the same time, and I gagged at the taste. That was the last thing I remember before waking up in front of the mirror. The silver circles looked only slightly different from the white of my eyes. My real colors were finally starting to show through, I liked it, and I wanted more.

Erin: “I have an appointment for disconnection,” I said to the woman checking in the patients.

“Okay,” she started pounding away at her keyboard and then handed me a clipboard with a piece of paper full of questions for me to answer.

“These seem kind of personal,” I shouted from the couch as I got further down the list.

“They need to be,” the secretary assured me.

“Why,” I refused to take that simple answer at face value.

“If you don’t pass this last questionnaire you will not be a good candid for the surgery.”

“Oh,” my heart started to sink. I concentrated more on trying to answer the questions with what they would most likely want vs what I would have said honestly. And it worked.

I was strapped into the operating chair. A gas mask was placed on my mouth and my heart fluttered before I was knocked out. When I woke up my heart never fluttered again. That knowledge made me neither happy nor sad. Nothing would ever make me happy or said again.

Before the surgery, they were concerned that patients were not fit for losing their hearts deciding pull on their life. But, after surgery that doesn’t matter. As someone who only thinks with my brain, I know that makes no sense. If the disconnected get our way, everyone will be able to experience our clarity.

What are they doing in there?


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  1. Kate:
    Anise held on in the saddle for as long as she could, Nola holding on to the lead and walking in tight circles. Screaming, my little sister started to slip and she tightened her hold on the reins, confusing her steed. There was barely enough time for me to whisper the levitation incantation before she was hurtling toward Nettle’s enormous clawed feet. She hung in the air a few feet from the ground with her pink raincoat undone and one gumboot slipping off. As Nola walked forward, Nettle’s wings beating like a hurricane, I let Anise down on the grass gently.
    I hurried forward to check my little sister over for bruises as she giggled gleefully, “That was soooo awesome, Nola!” Cheeks red from the terrifying ordeal she bolted upright and started forward before I grabbed at her coat hood. As she turned to complain I looked her in her mismatched eyes crossly.
    Backing down she twisted to yank the slick fabric from my fingers and stalked back to the hut we had been staying in. With its straw roof and mug brick exterior the tiny building didn’t look like a dragon rider’s cabin; it would go up in a second if Nettle wanted to destroy it. But Ignis elements seemed to have the most gall when it came to dangerous situations and Nola was far from an exception. From a young girl she’d learned to fend for herself in a family of nine; she’d run away when she was eight, after the ninth kid was born, and had gone to the orphan’s house in Briarwood.
    I just watched her for a few minutes; the tall girl’s figure was in bright red against the blue mountain range around us, leading Nettle around like a giant, scaly balloon. Suddenly the dragon’s scales shivered and she roared into the midday sky. Somewhere off in the distance a thundering, feral noise echoed through the mountains, setting my teeth on edge.
    “It’s Nettle’s mate. He must be close by,” Nola shouted at me amid the powerful beating of the beast’s wings. Jerking the heavy chain around the dragon’s neck, Nola shouted at her to ignore the other dragon and she gazed down at her trainer with the eyes of an intelligent creature. Fussing quietly Nettle dropped to the ground, shaking the earth underfoot, and laid her head carefully at Nola’s armoured feet.
    As Nola gave the giant pet a good rub and began to follow me as I sauntered back to the hut for some warm tea; though it was only September the air up here was frosty with snow on the horizon. I turned back just in time to hear Nettle whining as Nola caught up to me. Together we laughed at the loyal dragon as I turned the handle of the building.
    When we stepped in the first thing I saw was a dragon’s egg whistling and jittering aggressively in an enormous nest of flames. The second thing I saw was Anise staring directly at the spectacle intently, obviously hoping to be the first to see the dragon emerge. Before we could say a word the rattling ceased and Anise turned to us expectantly.
    As it broke through the last layers of stone shell and fell out onto the packed-dirt floor Anise squealed with delight. Tiny leathery wings stretched out as the reptilian creature crawled out of the flames. Nola stepped forward deliberately and cooed at it softly to attract its attention; it wasn’t terribly cute but the baby dragon was quite amazing to behold.
    Without a second glance the petite thing hiccoughed and a small fireball shot across the room, grazing Anise’ arm. She screamed in terror and the beast mimicked her in its own way, just as horrified as my sister was. Bolting for Anise I dragged her from the cabin and sat her down outside. Suddenly my fingers were moving of their own accord about the charred flesh of her shoulder and a silvery spell was winding its way around the wound. Though I knew my enchantment wouldn’t heal the damage it would take away the excruciating pain; a dragon’s fire burn was nasty and took special equipment to mend.
    Nola erupted from the hut and screeched at Nettle aggressively. The great dragon’s sharp head turned to us as she slithered toward us, staying low to allow us to get onto her back. After Nola said something to her, I was calming Anise down, the dragon set off with the three of us hanging on her massive back.

    We arrived at the only clinic in Briarwood, on Nettle which likely helped with waiting time. When Anise was rushed into the operating room Nola followed to explain what had happened; my emotions had gone numb in the moment I saw my sister in trouble. I just stood pacing around the waiting room until a nurse, a squat troll who smiled genuinely through two rows of teeth, led me into an empty waiting room. If I had to guess, I was making the other patients nervous.
    Arriving in the room I immediately hurried to the window overlooking the lot; Nettle was peacefully snoring among a small grove of trees, rattling the first floor shutters. With one of our company safe and sound I turned back to the two rows of uncomfortable chairs. In the far corner was a coffee table strewn with pamphlets and I dedicated myself to studying every single procedure until Anise was fine.
    Sitting myself down I picked up the first; the cover showed a smiling man with shining emerald eyes waving at me and holding the hand of a little girl. Her eyes matched his perfectly. Until I opened the booklet I couldn’t have told you it was for a procedure to make both of someone’s eye colour permanently that of their element. There were many do-it-yourself spells that could be attempted that could, if done correctly, change the colour of one or more of your eyes but they were relatively dangerous. The booklet also had an advert to correct a spell like that that goes badly.
    Slipping that one back on the table I picked up a second, which listed all the procedures at the hospital. This booklet was broken up into witch/warlock magickal medical procedures, fey and elven magickal procedures, trolls and other beings medical procedures and magickal creatures medical procedures. In the first section mending broken or missing limbs or bones took up a whole page; every body part had a different process.
    An entire page was also dedicated to maladies like dragon fire burns, toad slime removal, various venom detoxifications and magickal creature bites. As I flipped through the numerous pages containing terms like lethal I could feel my heartrate climbing. I placed the pamphlet back with the rest to wait for Anise’ doctor to fix her; I’d just read it was a simple technique so it shouldn’t be too long.


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