Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-26571677-20160410053635

"It's...very hard to say with these things. I've seen cases where people remember in hours, days, weeks, months. Even years. And, more often than not, sadly, forever. The only way you can really help, is to get him back into normalcy, living a normal life, with people that he would've known. For example, Zhu-Li here and Kinaver, and you."

"With Asper, it appears that he's had a bad reaction, which is worrying, not often do we get people like yourself in this hospital, people who've been placed under extreme duress like in this case sometimes don't remember a thing, thankfully, Asper knows who he is, but not who his team is, and nothing after that."

"I don't know what the case with Lyko will be, but it'll likely be even worse, seeing that he suffered arguably more than Asper. When he eventually wakes up, I recommend not letting him see the...state of his arm. The sudden change, and shock could put him in a deeper coma. One that he might never wake up to."

He readjusted his glasses, and turned to walk out the door,

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another patient to see to. Congratulations on Asper wak-SHIT!"

He sprinted to Asper's bed, and pushed Zhu-Li away, checking the monitors that held his readings.

"NURSE! NURSE! BRING A STABILISER! HIS BRAIN IS OVERLOADING!"

He pushed Asper back into the bed, and tied down his arms and legs, fully concentrated, and not paying even a single moment to the people around the beds.

A nurse ran in, face serious, and helped the doctor, while another person pushed the others out, all except for Zhu-Li, and the still unconscious Lyko.

When they were sent outside, Kinaver asked the nurse a question, face rather panicked, and very, very confused.

"What's going on!?"

"His brain's overloading, at this rate, he could turn into a vegetable, or, in the worst case scenario, he could become brain-dead. In which case, it's simpler to just...end his suffering."

This was not received with happiness, and instead with a slew of questions and angry questioning. The nurse struggled to explain it all, and they were eventually ushered away, to let the doctor do his work.

It was all a mess, a nauseating pulse of colours, sounds, and pain. Asper had no clue what was happening, and simply sat down, curled into a ball, and trying not to vomit. From all around him, panicked, yet blurry and slurred voices came drifting out,

"We need to get him calmed down."

"What the hell? This shouldn't be happening to him! Unless...

"Nurse. Get the readings up."

"...I see, leave him, he'll stabilise by himself. There's nothing we can do to help, except...

And then there was clarity.

Asper looked up, and saw a background of white clouds, and clear blue, the sky. He stood, and realised that the floor below his feet was of a glassy material, reflecting light, and turning it into a beautiful kaleidoscope.

He jumped, when the clinking of China, and stirring of a cup drifted into his ears. Looking ahead, he saw two people, sitting at a table. One had obsidian coloured hair, with nothing at the ends, and shining pink eyes. Rather like himself, actually.

The other was like a mirror image, but instead of black hair, it had pristine, marble white hair, that swirled around his head. Instead of pink eyes like its counterpart, it had Ruby red, piercing eyes that looked alight with fervour.

What was completely strange, was that they were both sitting on chairs, around a table with tea cups and biscuits. That was why he stared at the two, who stared straight back with amused expressions,

"Did we really look like that when we were young?", the black-haired one said,

"I'm afraid so, it seemed to be so long ago, doesn't it?"

"Yes, yes indeed, it's almost...nostalgic"

"Uh...who the hell are you guys?"

Their faces smiled, and looked even more amused,

"Technically speaking...we're you."

"Or, at least, parts of you."

"I'm one of your personalities, the calmer one."

"And I'm the crazier one, the one that did all of the things you saw in that flashback."

"How...how are you both sitting here?"

"The person before me, the old Asper, he only accepted me as the true self."

"And he rejected me, which threw everything into chaos."

"Because, see, you can't deny a part of yourself. The old Asper did so, and now look where he is. My friend here was pent up, up, and up. All until I became too much, and he broke free. I'm afraid that a person who only has one part to themselves emphasises it, in order to make up for the lost bit,"

"And that's why I went crazy. You can't expect it to be all balanced and stuff when you don't let your crazy part out every once in a while.

"It's also why we're here, talking to you, to help you accept both of us in our natural form, and to understand, that there will always be two parts of a human. You, especially."

"...who was the person before me?"

"Does it matter anymore now? Whoever he was, he isn't you. The question you should be asking yourself, is who you are."

With that, Asper went silent, and stared at the ground, in deep the thought, while the two other ghostly apparitions just sat there, looking at him, waiting for an answer.

"I'm...I'm a person."

"Is that it?"

"I'm also a fighter, a killer, and a saviour."

"...go on"

"I'm a son, a boyfriend, a lover, a hunter, and a friend."

"Good, Good, what else?"

"I'm anger, hate, happiness, and love, together."

"So. Who. Are you? Say your name."

"My name, is Amilanthior Nightshade, and I accept both of you, for I am made of both death, and life."

It was in that instant, that the two apparitions smiled.

Then we have completed our mission...

The person with black hair faded away into flakes, drifting off to the sky, and leaving the other boy with white hair alone.

''What he said, it's gonna be interesting, Asper. I look forward to working with you.''

He nodded, and drifted away, into crystals that fell through the air, and through the floor, sparkling until they were swallowed away. Then the world Asper had been standing in also disappeared, pulling Asper back into reality, where he was met with the pitch-darkness of night.

He felt calm, collected, and completely at peace. He turned to his left, and saw Zhu-Li, who's eyes were red, presumably from crying. She was deeply sleeping, with only the thin hospital gown to cover her. Asper lifted up his blanket, and drew it over both herself and him, upon which she sighed in her sleep, snuggling up to him. He turned into his side, and hugged her underneath the blanket, holding her arms around her, in a protective hold.

Raising his head slowly, he nuzzled his nose into her jet-black hair, and closed eyes, falling asleep to the hypnotising sound of her breathing, and the warmth of her body, pushed up against his.

'Welcome back, Amilanthior. Hello, and goodnight.'