At the hospital.

I think there might be something wrong with me.

I mean, obviously, there was something wrong with me. No, I mean other than the fact that I passed out and suddenly puked tonight.

I absentmindedly scratched the bandage wrapped around my head (forehead bruised from when I dropped) as I clicked through the television in the patient room.

I really hope I'm, like, not hallucinating or remembering things differently.

First commercial I saw was a compilation of a bunch of shirtless Cowboys posing sexually, wearing only boots, cowboy hats, and some extremely flattering underwear on.

Victor's Secret: The Perfect Body popped up as it ended.

Huh. Never knew they made lingerie for guys too. Kinda weird, but hey, I don't judge.

I changed the channel again.

News broadcast complaining about the current president again. Bleugh, hate politics. Hate news stations too. They overdramatize everything for views.

I don't know who this Elijah Monroe is either, but I'm pretty sure she wasn't the president of the United States. I don't even know who the hell she was. Probably some sort of publicity stunt against Trump again.

I changed the channel again, not wanting to stick around for that mess for a broadcast.

Man, I haven't watched Television in a long ass time. Seems like a lot of stuff has changed. I don't even know how to describe it, it was like... out of touch? Or maybe I was out of touch.

I turned the damn thing off, seeing nothing good on.

Laying back on my bed, I sighed and wished I brought my phone with me. I either lost it on the way here, or someone took a hold of it and is keeping it safe until I'm better again.

The paramedic girl who brought me to the hospital told me that she thinks I might have a concussion. I never had a concussion before, so I was inclined to agree. It would explain why everything felt so different, after all.

Bleugh. Just my luck. I can't even remember what I was in Walmart for.

Something about getting eggs, I think.

A doctor came in at that exact moment, carrying a stethoscope and a clipboard.

She was actually kind of cute. Long brunette hair tied in a pony, reading glasses, generic Doctor coat. She looked older than me, but she still looked pretty young for a doctor.

"Good evening, sir. My name is Dr. Stacy Mandel, I'll be here to examine you to see what the damage is." She said casually, looking through her clipboard.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Doc. I think there might be something wrong, because ever since I woke up, everything just feels different and opposite than how it's supposed to be." I told her.

"Opposite, you say? In what way?" She asked curiously.

"I don't really know how to describe it. It's like... I feel out of touch with how things should be. Like I might be in a different country."

"You usually live outside America then?"

"Nope. Never travelled abroad even once. Lived here my whole life."

"Well that's worrying." She hummed.

Setting aside her clipboard, she pulled out a flashlight and said, "I'm going to check for any obvious signs of a concussion or any brain damage, okay?"

"Do what you gotta do, Doc." I shrugged.

She carefully held my head and shined a light in my eyes. Then she asked, "You still remember your name and date of birth?"

"John Doe, January 29, 1999. Twenty years old now, I go to college and I live alone in an apartment. Currently on temporary break to look for a job." I replied instantly from the top of my head.

"Any family?"

"My Mom is Glynda Doe, and my Dad is Jonathon Doe. They live out of state though, and I occasionally visit them sometimes. My immediate family at the moment is an Aunt and Cousin who lives nearby my college. Aunt's name is Felicia Brian, and my cousin is Tiffany Brian. My cousin goes to the same college as me, but we take different courses."

"Alright, safe to say that there's no memory loss then if you can remember that much."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Just to make sure though, I'm gonna ask you to tell me how many fingers I'm holding up. Answer as fast as you can, but don't **** yourself."

I nodded.

She holds up two. "Two."

She holds up five and moves her hand to my other side. "Five."

"What's five minus two?" She asked.

"Three."

"Hm, it doesn't really seem like you're suffering from any concussion. You said you're feeling different though? Like you might be in another country?"

"Like I said, I don't really know how to explain it properly."

"Could just be a slight delirium from stress..." She muttered to herself.

Well that's an unsatisfying response.

"All I can recommend for you right now is to sleep it off until you feel better. If this feeling still persists after resting though, then we might need to do a more thorough exam. For now though, I can't really judge whether you're suffering from any negative effects or not."

"Sounds good to me, Doc." I sighed, laying back down. "So, am I sleeping here or do I get to go home?"

"Well, considering the circumstance, I think it would be best if you sleep here for now, until you recover. You said you lived alone, right? It would be dangerous to let you check out without making absolute sure that you're not suffering from any mental trauma. If your condition gets worse at home, you might not be able to call emergency services on time, if you're even able to at all." She warned. "At the very least, we can respond quicker if anything happens to you while in our care."

Bleeeaaaaauuuugh.

Whatever. Can't argue with a doctor if my life is potentially at stake.

"Fine, fine. You know best, Doc."

"Hm..." Dr. Mandel hummed again, looking at me with contemplative eyes.

I swore, for a moment, she glanced me over and checked out my crotch before looking back at my eyes.

I didn't imagine that, did I?

"Would you say you're feeling uncomfortable right now?" She asked.

"No, I don't think so. I could be doing better, but I could be doing much worse too." I shrugged.

"I see..." She said absentmindedly.

I swear, there was something predatory in her eyes everytime she looked me over.

I couldn't help but blush from the attention. Does she find me attractive or something?

It... It's kind of flattering. I don't exactly know how to react or respond to it though. Never had this happen to me before.

Is she making it obvious that she's into me, or am I looking way too deep into it? God, that's the million dollar question, isn't it? I seriously don't want to embarrass myself, especially in front of an older woman.

Damn my lack of social skills.

"If you'd like, I could perform a sensory check on you before I leave." She suddenly mentioned.

"A what? A sensory check?" I asked confusedly.

Is that when you check to see if your smell, taste, touch and other stuff still works?

"A sensory check is when... a doctor makes sure your body's nerves are still working. Make sure your body isn't numb or feeling pain, you know?" She answered.

"Will that help you make sure I'm not suffering from any brain damage?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, yes! Absolutely! I'm just making sure we fill out all the protocols for your health and safety." She replied with a suspicious amount of enthusiasm.

Why do I suddenly feel like I'm in a porn movie?

No, no, stop. Calm down, John. Nothing like that ever happens in real life, especially not with your plain looking ass. I'm sure she's just going to poke you with a stick while asking questions, or something equally as boring. You're probably only getting overexcited because of your concussion or you're just being a pervert.

"Do what you think is best for me, Doc. I'm trusting myself in your hands." I told her unenthusiastically.

She gulped after I told her that. I swear she did. What the hell was going through her mind right now?

I silently watched her as she poked her head out the door of the patient room to check the hallway, before locking the door up.

That's totally not suspicious at all.

God damn it, I seriously can't read the mood here. Is my concussion making me fantasize a porno scenario, or is the doctor actually preparing to come onto me?

"Okay, so just... lie down perfectly still while I perform the sensory check routine."

"O-Okay then..." I followed her instructions somewhat nervously.

Just... Calm down. Don't get your hopes up and don't get an erection in front of her. I'm pretty sure I'm commando under these hospital gowns, so if I get a stiffy, it's going to be massively difficult to hide.

I looked at her as she slowly placed a hand on top of my right leg.

"What does your leg feel right now?" She asked professionally.

"Well, it was cold at first. Now it feels warm because of your hand." I responded back.

"Alright, good. That means your body can still detect changes in temperature."

See? Perfectly normal boring doctor stuff. Got my hopes up for nothing. Humph.

"How come you live alone, if you don't mind me asking?" She asked out of the blue. "Do you not have a girlfriend that looks after you?"

"No, I'm... I'm still single." I muttered, "I wanna say that it's from a lack of trying but... It'd be a lie."

"That's such a shame. You look like the type that can grab any girl's attention." She said, curling her hair over her ears. "You certainly have the body for it."

I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON ANYMORE.

"Erm... T-Thanks..." I mumbled, not sure how else to respond.

"How does the other leg feel?" She asked as she pressed her hand against the left leg now.

"Same as the first..." I replied awkwardly.

"As a doctor, I'm only asking this in a medically professional sense. Have you ever had sex before today?" She asked, strangely massaging my legs.

"N...Not really, no..." I gulped nervously, "Are you sure that's something a normal doctor asks?"

"Of course. I'm only asking to know the history of your body better. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

It was at this point she slowly moved her hands up to massage my thighs now.

Out of my control, her touching combined with the conversation of sex has caused me to get an erection. She could clearly see the tent pitched from the hospital gown covering it.

"S-Sorry about that, I didn't mean to-" I tried to apologize, only for her to interrupt me.

"This is fine. It's perfectly natural for a boy your age. You can't help but feel excited, can you?" She smirked devilishly. "Excited because a woman is roughly massaging you."

At this point, any pretense of this being a normal procedure has just been thrown out the fucking window. This woman clearly wants my dick, and I, as a virgin male with raging hormones, cannot in any good sense try to start cockblocking myself now.

I remained silent and I stayed still, letting this happen.

"You're not getting uncomfortable, are you?" She asked pervertedly, dropping the air of a professional doctor once she knew I was going along with it.

I shook my head no.

"Mm, I'm going to slide your gown up and make you feel really good. Do you want that?"

I violently nodded my head yes.

"I love eager little boys like you." She grinned, "Especially the innocent ones..."

Holy cow, she is a freak. This must be my lucky day today, thank you concussion!