Wishmaker Chapter 2: Chapter 2

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"Ugh~" A boy woke up with a grunt, instinctively pressing his hand against his forehead, above his eyes, where dull pain still lingered. He winced, then held onto it again despite it hurting. His mind felt heavy, as if a thick needle were just pulled out from inside it, making him dizzy and nauseous to the point that he felt his stomach going up his throat. What the hell happened... The last thing he remembered was cooking dinner for himself back in his apartment before everything suddenly went dark, and he woke up lying on his back. Did I get food poisoning again? Damn... With a short sigh, he rubbed his eyes out of habit, trying to get a hang of himself. His thoughts drifted off as his eyes noticed the unfamiliar ceiling above him. "Wait a minute..." A wave of realization washed across him as he smelled something strange in the air. What the, where the hell am I? The ceiling was dark, consisting of long black planks that seemed to be made of oak. He wasn't sure if he was seeing it right since he had just woken up, but it wasn't any place he was familiar with. Only once he had gotten a proper look at his surroundings did he lift his numb body and look down at the sensation of something lying over him. "A bed? Am I really in a hospital?" He mumbled at the sight of himself being in an unfamiliar bed, with a red blanket covering him. It didn't seem like it; there were no machines or doctors nearby, and the closest thing to medicine here was just a single pill on a nightstand next to his bed and a half-filled cup of water. And why am I naked? That's kind of... creepy. Putting the red blanket back down, he looked around the room, which was pretty empty considering it should have at least a window or something to decorate it. But the only thing here was his small bed, a nightstand with a flickering lamp, and a door that most likely led to the exit. Did I get kidnapped while I was out? The boy once again looked at himself, a flicker of concern flashing in his eyes. Hm, no, I'm not that rich, and I don't look that good. It can't be the city either, since no one would think about building a house made of wood in the middle of the street. He grabbed his forehead, groaning at the headache. Damn it, I'll just figure it out later. He stood up from the bed, feeling numb, and wrapped the red blanket around his waist like a towel. It looked crude and idiotic, but it was the only thing he could come up with to prevent himself from freezing in this cold room. At least it was better than being naked. As soon as he tried to take a step forward, his vision spun and darkened. The boy's body gave out briefly as he bumped against the nightstand, wincing and grasping at his stinging torso. Just briefly, he managed to steady himself from collapsing to the floor with the help of the small wooden nightstand. Another groan left his lips. What's wrong with me today? The cup of water that stood on the nightstand shook and spilled all over the bed, while the pill he had barely managed to notice before fell on the floor and rolled across the room, stopping under the door that was just a few steps away. Urk... I stood up too fast, ugh. Rubbing his forehead alongside his drowsy eyes, he staggered through the room, missing his steps while going alongside the wall and holding onto it. "Just you wait. If I find out who brought me here, I swear they won't walk out of it unscathed!" With an exaggerated step, he took hold of the doorknob and pushed the door, which didn't seem to budge at all. It was locked. Did I get locked inside here?! No way! His face darkened as he fell into thought. Oh god... I really got kidnapped... There was no other explanation he could think of. He woke up in an unfamiliar room with no proper furniture or even a window; the only light was that of a dying lamp, and his mind kept fading as if he would pass out at any moment. The strange pill, the lack of clothes, and the wooden interior of this room. It all made him feel cold for some reason