Chương 2: Chapter 2: New life, New Me?
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"We'll continue to monitor your cognitive function as part of the recovery process. Memory can be a complex thing, and it may take time for certain details to resurface," the doctor reassures, bringing me out of my thoughts.
As I grapple with the nature of my mind's natural security measures, Dr. Richards outlines a plan for ongoing assessments and therapies to support my cognitive recovery. The journey ahead becomes not only about physical healing but also about unraveling the mysteries locked within the recesses of my mind.
As the assessment concludes, I'm left contemplating the significance of memory in my journey to recovery.
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Location: London
St Mary's Hospital - Neurology Ward
Name: Jonathan Grey (MC)
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With Dr. Richards concluding the assessment, Nurse Mitchell returns to assist me in getting up. The transition from the bed to my feet feels unsteady,and I rely on her steady support as we make our way to the restroom.
The sensation of movement feels different, unfamiliar, as if I'm navigating the world through a lens that distorts the familiar. My steps are lighter, the ground beneath me seemingly farther away. The hospital corridor stretches longer, and the perspective of the world around me has shifted.
It's a surreal experience, this adjustment to a smaller body. Every movement carries a newfound lightness, a reminder that I am inhabiting a form that is not my own. I take cautious steps, testing the waters of this smaller vessel that I now call home.
Nurse Mitchell's steady presence is a reassuring anchor in this sea of change. She matches her pace to mine, offering encouraging words that underscore the resilience of childhood. It's a delicate dance, this recalibration of movements, and with each step, I become more attuned to the nuances of this smaller, more agile frame.
As we navigate the hospital corridors, I can't help but marvel at the world from this altered perspective. It's a journey into the unknown, where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and the act of moving takes on a fresh significance in the landscape of my redefined existence.
The hospital corridor is quiet, the soft sounds of distant footsteps echoing. As I enter the restroom, the sterile, well-lit space contrasts with the emotional weight I carry. Nurse Mitchell remains by my side, offering a reassuring presence through meticulous vigilance.
Standing in front of the mirror, I catch a glimpse of myself for the first time since waking up in this unfamiliar body. The features staring back at me are that of a light-skinned African boy, considering I was born in Sierra Leone in my previous life I guess they thought to keep the ethnicity the same.
Wait, then realization strikes me, and I can't help but study the reflection.
There's a certain familiarity in the face, a resonance with my previous life, yet it's improved—healthier, vibrant. The transmigration has gifted me with a new lease on life, a chance to experience childhood again in a different context.
Did they make me better looking in this life? Is this some kind of psychological move to make me less sad about the whole thing?
As I stand in front of the mirror in the hospital restroom, the realization strikes me: I no longer need braces. I now have a set of perfect teeth, a departure from the dental journey I remember in my previous life.
It's a revelation that carries a mix of emotions—relief, surprise, and a subtle joy. The memory of orthodontic appointments, the discomfort of adjustments, and the self-consciousness that often accompanied my braces fades away. Instead, I'm met with a pristine, straight set of teeth, a testament to the unique attributes bestowed upon me in this new life.
Nurse Mitchell, sensing my contemplation, gives a knowing smile. "One less thing to worry about, right?" she remarks.
I nod, a newfound sense of gratitude settling in. It's a small but significant change, a tangible reminder that this transmigration has not only altered the trajectory of my life but has also bestowed upon me a fresh start, free from the challenges that once marked my dental journey.
As I absorb the reality of my perfect teeth, I can't help but appreciate the intricacies of this transformed existence, where even the smallest details carry a profound impact on the canvas of my redefined life.
Nurse Mitchell, noticing my contemplation, gives a supportive smile. "Seeing yourself for the first time?" she asks gently.
I nod, the significance of the moment sinking in. "It's different," I admit, feeling a mix of emotions.
She places a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "You're a resilient young boy, Jonathan. Your journey is just beginning, and we're here to support you every step of the way."
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Leaving the restroom, Nurse Mitchell guides me back to my hospital room. The corridor, though familiar, seems to have undergone a subtle transformation. The medical equipment lining the walls appears different, and the ambient sounds carry a distinctive cadence that resonates with another era.
As we walk, curiosity gets the better of me. "Nurse Mitchell, I couldn't help but notice that the medical equipment seems... different," I inquire, my words laced with a hint of uncertainty.
She worriedly glances at me, nodding in acknowledgment. "We're on the way back to your room." Oh, she probably thought I had short-term memory loss.
"I know" I replied."I mean, what date is it? I'm just trying to see if anything will trigger my memories."
"The current date is XX December 1988, love." She said. luckily she said the date and year, indicating that I am still on a version of Earth.
My eyes widen in surprise. 1988? That was years before I was even born in my previous life. The hospital, the technology, everything around me is a snapshot of a different time.
As we continue down the hospital corridor, the realization that I've been transported to a different timeline before my birth adds another layer of complexity to my already bewildering situation.
As we walk back to my room, the weight of curiosity compels me to inquire about the hospital. "Nurse Mitchell, can you tell me which hospital this is?" I ask, a slight uncertainty in my voice. Might as well take advantage of the fact that she is rather forthcoming, to get as much information as possible.
She glances at me, understanding my query. "You're at St. Mary's Hospital, Jonathan. A reputable medical facility known for its commitment to patient care."
That seemed practiced, but she seems proud so she either likes working her,e or I'm bad at reading people. Then again, she probably has to talk to a lot of patients with memory loss, considering the wards she works in.
Considering she has a London accent, along with everyone else I have walked by. I think it's safe to say that this hospital is somewhere in London.
St. Mary's Hospital? The name feels vaguely familiar, but a lot of hospitals are named after saints. Yet the setting around me, with its 1988 ambience, adds a layer of surrealism. I nod, absorbing the information as we navigate the corridors.
She continues to guide me with a practised ease, leaving me to process the enigma of a hospital in a time before my previous life began. St. Mary's becomes a focal point in the tapestry of my redefined existence, a landmark in this uncharted journey across the boundaries of both time and personal history.
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Back in my hospital room, a surge of questions floods my mind. The temporal shift, the unfamiliar surroundings—it's all too perplexing. I take a deep breath and, in the quiet confines of my mind, I mentally address the mysterious system that seems to be my constant companion.
I need to know exactly where I am now so I can plan for any shenanigans.
'System,' I think, my mental voice resonating in the inner recesses of my thoughts, 'where exactly have I been transmigrated to? What reality is this?'
The response is swift, a cool and detached voice echoing in my mind.
[You have been transported to one of the Harry Potter realities.]
The revelation sends a shiver down my spine. Harry Potter? The magical world I once knew only through books and movies?
Although I never really read the actual books, just fan fiction.
The implications of this revelation open up a vast realm of possibilities, and I find myself on the precipice of an adventure that defies the boundaries of both time and fiction.
Wait, One of? I need to know the difference between this world and the actual Harry Potter universe. Hopefully, there's no evil Dumbledore. Or those magical contracts that can essentially make a person a slave.
'System', I thought. 'What is the difference between this reality and the Harry Potter reality that I witnessed in my previous life?'
'...?'
'System?'
Hmm, I'm not even surprised at this point.
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In the quiet solitude of my hospital room, the revelation that I'm now part of a Harry Potter reality swirls through my thoughts. The anticipation of receiving my Hogwarts letter at the age of 11 looms ahead.
But that years away, in the meantime, there's a life to be lived in the non-magical world.
Muggle world? Mundane world? No-maj world?...yeah that sounds better. No-maj world, let's go with that.
Anyway, First comes Educational Excellence.
I will need to throw myself into my non-magical education with fervour. It shouldn't just be about grades; I aim to develop a keen intellect and a profound understanding of various subjects. Considering I'm a fully grown adult, this shouldn't be as difficult as it was in my previous.
I may have had slightly above-average grades, but there's nothing wrong with trying to do better. I'll need to study subjects from mathematics to literature, each lesson becomes a stepping stone towards academic excellence. I might need to give up a lot of free time, but it's not like I want to hang out with other 8-year-olds.
Then there's Physical and Mental Well-being.
A healthy body and mind are vital for the journey ahead. I will need to incorporate regular exercise and meditation practices into my routine, understanding that resilience comes not just from knowledge but also from a balanced and healthy mind and body.
Social Integration?
Recognizing the importance of human connections, I will need to make a conscious effort not to be a jerk to other kids when they get on my nerves. I might not join many clubs or extracurricular activities, but decent connections with my peers will become pivotal in building a support system, even if I'm going to be spending a lot of time in a library.
I'm also going to need to prepare for the Magical World.
While magic remains a mystery, I might need to delve into magical history, lore, and literature. The Harry Potter series will become both a guide and a source of inspiration as I immerse myself in the nuances of the magical realm that awaits me.
I might as well gain language skills while I'm at it.
Recognizing the importance of communication in both the non-maj magical world, I need to embark on the study of languages. French and Bulgarian might be first, considering the Tri-Wizard Tournament. And maybe Latin, considering spells, incantations, and the intricacies of magical language it might even become a fascinating pursuit, laying the groundwork for my future in wizardry.
In each decision, I will need to strive for a balance between the mundane and the magical, recognizing that both aspects of my life hold significance. The journey to Hogwarts is a path I eagerly anticipate, but the steps I take in the non-magical world are just as crucial in shaping the wizard I am destined to become.
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As I delve into my meticulously planned approach to life in the non-magical world, a realisation dawns upon me – it's not just about preparing for the magical realm; it's also an opportunity to showcase my intelligence to the professors at Hogwarts. This realisation adds a layer of purpose to my endeavours, driving me with a newfound motivation.
The pursuit of academic excellence takes on a deeper significance. I realise that my performance in non-magical subjects could serve as a testament to my intelligence when I eventually step into the magical world. Each high score becomes not only a personal achievement but a signal to the wizards and witches who will mentor me at Hogwarts.
If I actively engage in thoughtful discussions during non-magical classes, showcasing my analytical and critical thinking abilities. This not only aids in my intellectual growth but also ensures that the professors at Hogwarts will recognise my capacity for intelligent discourse. Well, that's if they tell the professors that, or if they read their minds.
By maintaining an inquisitive nature, asking probing questions, and seeking additional knowledge beyond the curriculum. This thirst for understanding is not just for my personal growth but is a deliberate effort to signal to my future magical professors that I am a student with an insatiable curiosity.
This shift in perspective adds a layer of purpose to my actions. It's not just about preparation; it's about strategically positioning myself as a student of exceptional intellect within the magical world. The choices I make in the non-magical realm now carry the weight of both personal development and the anticipation of the magical journey that awaits.
The thought of graduating high school earlier, at the age of 11, sparks a new level of ambition and complexity within me. As I carefully plan my non-magical life with a focus on academic excellence and personal development, the idea of accelerating my education gains prominence.
It's not just about preparing for Hogwarts; it's about carving a unique educational path that sets the stage for an extraordinary transition into the magical world.
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"Every moment is a fresh beginning."
― T.S. Eliot
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