Ugh, my head...

I woke up to a terrible migraine. It was completely dreadful, and it felt as if something had been lodged in my head...

Oh wait. There is. There is a bullet in my head.

I tried to get up and out of bed, but every time I moved my head it felt like a vice was being screwed onto my head, which only squeezed harder and harder every time I tried to move.

I weakly lifted my wrist up to my face, trying to push the intercom button. My finger was about to touch the button when a surge of pain erupted from my head again. My finger moved without my input, and I pushed the messaging app instead.

The app opened to the last chat I had opened. Sebastian’s.

Oh well. Better to tell SOMEONE than to just lie here paralyzed.

I tried to the best of my ability to use the voice message function, since my fingers were practically living their own life.

I managed to get something that sounded borderline coherent, before hitting send.

Sebastian: …

I'll send someone immediately.

Phew.

I explained the situation to the nurses, and after consulting the doctor they all agreed that brain surgery was the only way to get the bullet out.

Luckily, due to my powers, they could basically be as reckless as they needed to be. I was administered a large dose of sedative, and I felt myself gradually falling back asleep.

Being unconscious is a lot like being asleep. You’re kind of there, dreaming, except you also skip forward in time to the moment you wake up. Unconscious dreaming though, especially when you have a bullet in your brain and said organ is being cut with various tools, well... it’s a spectacle to be sure.

Not in a bad way though. It kind of looks like fireworks on your retinas. Extremely vibrant, quick and violent fireworks.

Then I woke up.

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Unsurprisingly, I suppose, I was virtually unharmed.

Maybe even better than when I went to sleep yesterday, if I'm being honest.

The nurses and the doctor were both relieved and freaked out that I was back to consciousness. Luckily, they already knew that I was an anomaly, but I guess it takes some getting used to that your patient can be clinically dead then suddenly wake up again with half his brain missing.

One of the nurses produced a small glass vial, in which there was a clump of metal inside.

“This is the 9mm round that was lodged in your brain.”

I looked at the vial before trying to move my head up. No migraines.

“Thank you, nurse, but I'd rather you just get rid of it.”

The medical staff left the room shortly thereafter, and the nurse threw the bullet into the trash.

I tried to move my body off the table, but found I was affixed to it. They must have strapped me to the table while I was out.

Eh, I'm sure there’s a reason for this.

Someone’s bound to come unlock me from the straps eventually, right?

Not more than a minute later there was a harsh beep as the door to the operating room was unlocked. Two armed guards stepped into the room.

They each put away their firearms and grabbed my bed. It quickly became obvious that it was a rolling bed, since, well... they rolled me around with it.

No words were spoken the entire journey and I was starting to worry about where they might be taking me.

Eventually after a few twists and turns, the two guards stopped outside a very familiar door. It was the outside door to my cell.

The two men unlocked the straps keeping me to the bed, before aiming their guns at me.

I put up my hands in self-defense. One of the guards spoke. “Anomaly, into the cell. Now.”

It didn’t take much convincing to get me into the door. As soon as they told me, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me which locked automatically.

Jesus. The foundation definitely doesn’t slack on the security.

I turned my head, and spotted a researcher who was standing on the other side of my plexiglass window.

“Good morning, Bacon. I take it that the surgery went well?”

I was a little bewildered because of all the fuzz so I took a moment to recollect myself before answering. “Yeah, the migraines are gone. Since you’re here I’m guessing we’re doing another test?”

The researcher laughed. “So, you think that every time a researcher visits your chamber its only ever to test you?”

I was a little taken aback. “Y-yeah?”

The researcher put down their clipboard. “No. I was just going to tell you that you’re likely to be reclassified as a safe anomaly now that we know exactly how your powers work. Your cooperation throughout this whole ordeal has also been much appreciated and taken note of. Due to that, this process will go all the faster and more smoothly.

I smiled slightly. “It’s been my pleasure. Safe to say I'm glad you guys have been as thorough as you have been though, it’d be a shame if you missed anything crucial.”

I realized how suspicious that sentence sounded, and I immediately regretted saying it.

The researcher raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “What’s that?”

I started sweating a little. “Oh, I was just talking about how glad I am that we’re done with testing... yeah...”

The researcher narrowed their eyes. “Sure.” They took a small moment to note something in their clipboard. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As the researcher left the view of the plexiglass mirror, I let out a sigh of relief. I don’t want to go through any more tests.

I just want to get back to my life...