The place is facilitated for babies and kids for checkups I know when I was young back on Earth, with just some twists of Magic and Technology as expected.

There's an abundance of medication, stored inside lockers tightly shut within the walls, going up before the ceilings.

*Wop-wop-wop*

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Now, a drone scans me, showing results on monitors far from my eyes to see.

Nurse 1: "All good, next!". The guy types in something for them to keep as references.

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Then, being put on a warm clothed table with some heat coming out of it, my mouth and eyes, and ears would be flashed with light by them manually, good thing they're quite gentle while it is being done.

Garvin: "Come on, Fi, the guest is waiting for us. Let them handle this like always". Father guides Mother, going inside a room with a little abstract foggy glass, signed 'Waiting Room'.

*Ker-chak*

Lastly, one of them places a hand on my back, and when they do this, my body always feels this... Cold.

Nurse 2: "Ooph! Frosty, and Magic as expected won't work like what we wanted". Somehow, I'm a jammer to Magic at some distance by her confirmation, nullifying them like a technology malfunction.

Those three are the steps I experienced throughout my 3 months staying here, healthy as I may be.

Nurse 2: "Phew, kid sure is a strange bunch". They all then expose their faces off their previously dim visors, and she continues by observing the readings of the notes made.

A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

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I can't make out their faces, including the color of their eyes and skin, even with the guy closing on me like a stray kitten just minding its own self.

Nurse 1: "So, Arl, do you want to play with me again?". He brought with him a tablet with a Youtube-like app opened and loads of thumbnails of videos shows up, waiting for me to tap one.

Despite me being not able to talk just yet, I do try my best to communicate with people around me and yes, they all think I'm a "cwute wittwe puppwy" (Send Help).

All I need to do is put on a straight face, flail my arms around and watch into everyone's eyes like a puppy begging for affection, and this is how I was introduced to it, Syrchat. 'Being introduced to gadgets like my family did back then this early, ain't that's just grand?'

Syrchat's interface is quite friendly enough that my eyes don't go crazy from the bright colors, and the content is quite diverse with the topics of monsters observation, killing arts showcases, life around the world, etc.

Something I very much welcome with an open heart after the 'Downfall of Entertainment', a report back from Earth that is caused by the otherworldly phenomenons which appeared all around Earth around the 20th century.

Around the topic of 'Memory', I feel like I was 'blocked' from retaining all fractions of my distant pasts, and my head hurts when one comes back in which the images get clear.

Just why, though? I don't get if it's the result of being reincarnated, by whatever caused my past self to be in this state, possibly by some unknown phenomenons. But I suppose that's that, then.

Who I'll Be, is not Who I Was... For Now.

I'll try to find out the cause of this state of mine in the meanwhile, and try to not raise suspicion that I do not look and act my age while doing so.

If that fail, well, just live my life to the fullest like I used to strive for, I guess.

There's not much I can do back on Earth but in a world possibly riddled with monsters, there will definitely going to be less freedom than I expect it to be.

Though, I wonder what's going on at the other side of that door?

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Nurse 2: "Welp, I'mma be out for a break. Want something, Tio?"

Nurse 1> Nurse Tio: "Whatever Mint Milk you come across, Liyan"

And so I now know both their names, at the very least.

Tugging the guy waving at the girl, the intent here is that I'm not used to the words and meanings, so every opportunity is precious for me.

Nurse Tio: "What is it, little guy? Want me to cuddle you up?"

Hands open, rejection from me in return.

Me: "Nau!"

I point him towards the layout of the digital keyboard, in which he reaches for with me in between his arms.

Nurse Tio: "What, you want me to search up something myself? There's the images before, you know?"

Me: "AU!". I point towards the keys, staring directly at his eyes.

The sound of the wind passing through the ventilations scattered across the hospital, he sighs in defeat.

Nurse Tio: "Right, right. So, from the alphabets, the numbers, then the symbols and hotkeys". Those are more than enough for me, in which I'm to be thankful for.

*giggle*. Why? Because for a long while, I'm enjoying it thus far, his and her company. And so on, until next time we meet again.

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