We have awakened in a strange room. It is bright as the light reflects off of the white walls, floor, curtains, and ceiling. We are disoriented, but relaxed. We lift our head to observe our body. There is a tube protruding from the bend in our arm. A liquid appears to be flowing into us. However, we cannot feel it. As for our head injury, the pain has subsided. We are…

Comfortable…

Is this because we were treated? This doesn’t seem like a natural comfort. Perhaps when the medical individuals return, we may acquire the knowledge needed to explain this. As we wait, we shall take in the ambience of this place. Distant footsteps with chattering. Consistent beeping sounds from the mortal technology and our bed creaking with every little motion that our body involuntarily makes. Even this, in itself, is somewhat soothing. Perhaps, this may be what mortals live for?

A particular set of footsteps approach. These ones draw closer to my location. It must be a medical individual seeking an audience with us. As this thought crosses our mind, a curtain is quickly pulled away by a mortal. They are short and tan. They appear to be wearing observant lenses. This individual does not seem as impressive physically as those from before, but we’re certain they must have the knowledge to handle the situation at hand.They peer up from their information sheet for a moment and acknowledge us.

“I see you’re finally awake. That’s good.” They have looked at our awakening as a positive event. I suppose a medical individual would, as it is their profession to assist others to avoid the rule. “So, how are you feeling?” We gaze upon the medical individual as we answer his inquiry. [We are relaxed.] As We say the words, the individual proceeds to insert their hands into medical coverages. “Hmm. Maybe the head trauma made it difficult to speak. Don’t worry about it.”

We had sworn that we’ve spoken. Perhaps mortals cannot hear us in the same fashion as the creator. We must learn to speak as the mortals do. Our mouth opens slightly as we prepare to speak. “Wae ae raeles…” Guttural and indistinguishable sounds escape my vocal port. The act of speaking is quite difficult, it seems. “Don’t force yourself. You’ve suffered a pretty serious head wound. We’d like to keep you here for a few days to observe your condition and provide you with some physical therapy.”

It would seem that our first occurrence as a mortal will be in this medical facility. This may be an opportunity to learn how to function a mortal body.