Waking Up, Round II
Waking Up, Round II
Everything is the weirdest part...
Transmigrated Teri is a WIP that is part of a “post 200 words a day during July” challenge issued by
. Episodes posted daily will be of various lengths and sometimes will stop in the middle of the scene. You have been warned!The set up:
Teri Travers, a nearly-50 bitter “office lady” who has not led a happy life gets in a massive car accident after being sent home on the first day of COVID lockdown in 2020. She (and her dog) wake up in a strange new world that is also strangely familiar…that’s right, she’s been transmigrated into the world of her favorite 1990s fantasy novel series, the massively popular, critically disdained, and incredibly tropetastic Allisar Fireborn Chronicles by the infamous Chadwick Jarvaldson, aka “Fuckin’ Chad” to all his very annoyed fans who are still waiting for the final book to be published.
Previously: Teri noticed that everything is very weird in the most ridiculously luxurious hospital room she’s ever seen, but mostly she was in too much pain to process what has happened and ended up passing out again…
Teri felt herself awaking up again, somehow aware that time had passed but not how much, as if she was coming out a deep sleep but not a normal one. She felt unmoored from her sense of self, from her body, from time.
Even before she opened her eyes, she knew she was alone, and that the room was dark. She took a deep breath and waited for a moment, bracing for another migraine. It had been years since they were regular occurrences, thanks to the prescription from her doctor that she had started on when she was thirty-three. She was nervous about whether it was being administered while she was in hospital, and that thought led to the question: was she in a hospital? Where else could she be after an accident like that? And how long had she been unconscious, or even possibly in a coma?
Slowly opening her eyes, she saw the same room she had woken up in earlier, only shrouded in darkness. Heavy and ornate curtains had been drawn tight over the windows, and she only noticed that because there was a low lamp on a table casting a warm, cheery but limited glow. It looked like a damn oil lamp, the idea of which made her stare at it for a moment until she realized with a gasp that she was not alone, after all. A small, elderly woman sat in a heavily upholstered chair across from the table holding the lamp, listing to one side, her mouth slightly ajar as she slept on. She looked like an extra from Game of Thrones, her dress a costume amalgamation of historic eras, with a tight, high-necked bodice and a lacy housecoat…or something. Even from a distance and in the dark, though, Teri could tell that it was well made.
She took a deep breath again, and consciously tried to move her fingers, then her hands, then her arms. Her body was sore, as if it had been trampled by a mule or something, but not like she had survived a head-on collision with a massive truck doing fifty miles an hour. That was the weirdest part.
No, the whole situation was the weirdest part. It was all equally bizarre. Where the fuck was she? Was this the fanciest hospital in the country? For a moment she toyed with the idea that the delivery truck’s company was putting her up in an exclusive hospital, but given that she was at fault, why would they bother?