Chapter 4 - 4. Release Of A Poisonous Gas

I flipped my hands and saw that it was not belonging to a child and I asked for a small mirror to look myself through. When a small compact mirror was brought to me, I looked at myself and find that I was clean-shaven, had ash black coloured hair and I've got remarkable green eyes and it looked and sparkled like a pair of emeralds.

I was wrapped with several old bandages around my chest and when the infirmary aide removed the bandages, they were astonished that there wasn't a single mark or scar on my body. It was as if my body had great self-generating healing capabilities that manage to remove any wound and scars in a matter of time.

"This is remarkable. There are no signs of scars from the injuries that he had sustained. Those broken bones that we had removed from him during the time he was brought in would make his body lighter, I suppose. Look, he seems to be a tad taller than he was." remarked the aide as she removed some of the old bandages that had remained on my body for quite some time.

Luckily for the Psi Energy Healing properties within my body that I had attained during the previous Leap in Thailand, it had helped to generate back those broken tissues and bones into place. Being immobile for so many months had also helped me to recover back my old self gradually.

I was only clad in a pair of loose shorts and was wondering what happened to me for those 6 months while I was only dressed in that. Was I being violated in a way since I was in a coma for these 6 months?

Luckily I was a man, and if I happened to be a woman, I think I'd be pregnant with someone's baby already. Haiyoo... These kinds of things sure would happen in this times where there are no CCTV cameras to watch over their patents 24/7.

I sat up on the bed, propped myself with the straw-filled pillows, as all the infirmary staff had left after removing the intravenous drip off my arm. Now, the only people that were left was Patricia and her elder brother, Prius.

"Hello there, my name is Patricia, and you can just call me Pat for short. This is my elder brother, his name is Prius and there's 2 of us left here in this house."

"You had been in our care since i was an aide to the infirmary and the head of the infirmary had decided to place you here under our care. Here's a small tinkle bell on your side, and if you need anything else, just give it a tinkle."

"We would come in and render as much assistance to make your stay here comfortable. Here's a jug of water and some gruel that we had prepared during breakfast."

"We had been anticipating when you would come to from your deep sleep and we are lucky that you got your senses back within the office hour," explained Patricia with a rather relieved look on her face as she busied herself cleaning after the infirmary staffs had left.

"Thank you for your hospitality. I'm getting used to my surroundings first. 6 months spent sleeping on this bed really take a toll on my body. Do you have any of my belongings around here?" I asked and hoped I would be able to have some answers of who am I and where am I right now.

"Oh, there's a sack underneath the bed. Here, let me get it for you. I'd be in the great hall if you need anything else. Take it easy for these few hours. Let your blood wake up in you after being still for 6 months." Patricia said as she made her way towards the door, leaving me with the sack of stuff, salvaged from the time I was sent to the infirmary by those travellers.

If I was not found earlier, I would have been the vulture's next meal. I sat propped up with the wall against me and I looked around my surroundings. It seems like a medieval era but I'm not too sure which era I would be in. It can't be that I had been transmigrated back where Matilda, Jean Lethal and Stef would be around, would they?

(You may read series 8 in the Quantum Leap - Multiverse Transmigration novel of mine. You may understand the mention of those names. If you were to read series 1 onwards, you might be able to understand the whole plot and storyline.)

It had been a long time since I had sat up straight and the blood slowly gushed to my head. Knowing that I had low blood pressure as well as the infamous hypoglycaemia, it would be better if I have the first semi-solid food in 6 months. I wonder what I was fed since I was on a drip all these while.

I set the sack aside and scooted across the bed with my butt that was barely covered with the loose cotton shorts, as I made my way inching closer to the side table on the left that had a small bowl of gruel that was covered with a small plate on it. A metal or alloy spoon was laid on top of the small plate.

I took the spoon and inspected it, and found that it was made of brass. The small plate covering the bowl was made of porcelain while the bowl was made of clay. Seems this era had passed in between the Bronze Age and Iron Age, I suppose. I'm no historian so I think this should be a good era, to begin with. Hah hah hah.

It was the first inward laugh since I woke up in this world. I held the food in my left hand and when I scooped it to my mouth, I suddenly remembered how I used to cook this gruel and had passed the knowledge to Will.I.Am and the two girls on how to make a dull tasting gruel to be one of the most nutritious and sought after meal.

The gruel was thick and it had pieces of meat cooked inside it. A few slices of chives or spring onion was served as garnishing and it gave a distinctive crunch and taste when i gnashed on it. It sure reminds me of living on the hearth in the middle of the woods with all the 150 adventurers before me.

After I had completed the gruel, which had me almost licking the bowl clean since I was feeling terribly hungry just by looking at it earlier, I decided to check on my system and it worked the first time I activated it.

Name Audemar

Male, 21 years old, 1.75m tall, 60kg.

Level: 0/100,000

Progress: 1%

Attributes

Strength: 4

Dexterity: 3

Intelligence: 2

Vitality: 3

Toughness: 2

Damage: 2

Recovery: 2

Free unallocated points: 0

Class: unknown (has yet to be unlocked)

Profession: unknown (has yet to be unlocked)

Wealth: 50 credits

Weapon: Long Sword (broken), Bow (broken), Dagger (missing), Shield (broken)

Armour: Bronze Breast Plate (broken), Helm (broken), gauntlet (missing), Chain mail Long Shirt (missing)

Next of Kin: unknown

"Sigh... It seems I'm back to being reborn again. My class and profession has yet to be unlocked and all I have right now is a measly 50 credits? It doesn't use coins over here, meh? In that case, it's much better to think rather about gold, silver and copper coins and their conversion as well. " I thought to myself as I switched the interface off before searching for any submenus which are currently greyed out right now.

I rummaged through the sack and found an identification tag with a photo of me with the name Audemar on it, a social security number and a signature underneath it. It was held in place by a red coloured lanyard, more like a ribbon actually. No address, no date of birth, no nothing, to prove my existence.

I rummaged through and held a tiny dry green leaf of something in my hand that looked like part of something that came with the sack.

*Ding* Congratulations on discovering a four-leaf clover.

"Hmm, I've got an announcement already and this is interesting to find something out of the ordinary. The system usually is quiet when I touch something and this is an upgrade I think. Thinking that my attributes are like 17 to 18 points, well... Its better than nothing. Guess I have to do with that, after all." I thought as I slipped the lucky four-leaf clover inside the slit at the back where my identification was held in place.

"Huaaarrgghhhh....." I stretched out with both of my arms in the air and suddenly the room of the door was flung open as both Prius and Patricia stormed in. Both of my arms were in the air like I was surrendering when both of them simultaneously asked, "Are you alright and in need of anything?" when I can't hold it in any longer after being still for 6 months.

"Prooooottttt...! Prreeetttt...! Prooooootttttt!!" I had to squeeze my butt cheeks together to make my butt hole the size of a pinprick as I let out my fart in halting stages. Both Prius and Patricia heard it and immediately let the windows opened a crack to let in the draft and dilute the pungent, suffocating and death-defying smell that emanates from that 6 months old fart that had been held in for too long. Hah hah hah...