"......................................."
"......................................."
I looked at her.
She glared at me.
This WAS Florence Nightingale... right?
The same nurse who volunteered in the Crimean War, nursing wounded soldiers back to health with one-to-one patient care, and developed her own Nightingale Nursing School that inspired hundreds of health care workers.
So...
Why was she no taller than my hip? How old was she here?... Eight?
".................Hi. F...Flo right?"
"................................................"
"............................Are you the nurse?"
"..............................................................."
"...........................Just saying hi. No biggie."
".............................................................Huff."
... I don't know if she had vision difficulty, or a sore neck. Because the way she sat so still on her cat-face cushion while setting her eyes on me was... eerie.
She had this look of a Tiger, not provoking but watching you closely. Just curled up across an African Branch or whatever. Relaxed... sitting... staring.
As if she was ready to lunge
the second you f**k up.
I'll be frank, was starting to regret opening this world's Pandora's box. She was the only person in the room, she the size of an elementary student.
Yet I am willing to bet that Death, Sickness, Pestilence, and all of the Evils in the World will run the f**k away from this room that only had a small girl.
I think Hope would just go 'I'm out' and board a flight to Chicago...
.................................................Oh? Wait... that screen... is that?
"Holy sh*t. Is that PUBz!?"
"!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
"I-Incredible! I-it looks so close to the copy back on Earth. Wait... this Game box... Nooooo.-- THIS IS A COPY FROM EARTH!? HOW DID YOU GET ONE!?"
"...................................................(///)"
"Oh. That glass box on the corner with images of products on the screen... Could it be this fantasy's version of the internet? Y-you can order stuff from my world!? N-no way! Th-that's legit bombastic... WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!?"
"..................................................(/////)"
"No... no-no-no-noooo! Call of Battle? Night Fort!?... BATTLEFIVE!?..... SH*T!"
"..................................................(>///////<)"
".....You got an extra controller!?"
".............................(O////O)!!!"
The second I said that, I suddenly found myself kneeling on a dog-faced cushion, with an iron bar in my hand, connected with a glowing string that went into the large flashing crystal screen... I became a Nightingale too.
"Up at the red building, third floor! I see four guys. I'll give you cover!"
".................... Huff *Nod*"
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