Exiled To A Lesser World Ch 04

When I woke next it was early morning, with the sun just starting thru the opposite wall slit. I saw Anita across the way asleep wrapped up on a couch. I wondered if I needed it to get up until I looked under the cover and saw I was hooked up to take care of bodily needs. I guess my stirring woke Anita.

She quickly got up and checked on me. After she asked how I felt, she ran a few checks and tests on me. As she finished, she announced, "You are healing well, but Dr. Creeds will be here today to check on you and he planned on reinstalling your BMID today".

After she checked the condition of my arm and leg she told me we had time to eat before the doctor got here.

"Before I cook something would you like to move to a different position or a chair?" she asked. "Yes, I would like to be in the chair if I can. Would it be safe?" I asked.

"There is no reason for you not to. The more you move the faster you heal and the fewer side effects you have later. Why most of my patients are up roving around as soon as the anesthesia wears off." she said with a smile.

"Your patients are up roving around as soon as the anesthesia wears off. You said. What is roving? I don't remember what that is?" I asked confused. "I'm beginning to believe you don't remember much at all. I'm a Veterinarian trainee in my last year. I'm in my surgical rotation right now. So my patents do get up as soon as they can. So you understand roving now?" she said with a gleeful laugh.

"Yes, I understand now. Ah ah is Dr. Creeds your Veterinary instructor?" I asked hesitantly.

Laughing again, she said, "No, he's the doctor over this area around the village. Luckily he was here as quickly as he was. Let's move you to the chair."

With quite a little to-do I was helped to move to a chair with an improvised arm and leg rest installed. The chair had large locking wheels on it. After I was seated Anita rolled me over by the door. As she was rolling me she said, "I'll dilate the door so you can get a little sun, but till we get a way down to the ground you can't go out."

But when the door opened, there was a new-looking ramp stretching to the ground with an intertwined vine-looking wooden handrail on the side away from my bad arm. "Did you contact Drago yesterday?" she asked, but when she saw my confusion she added, "Drago, is your "Tree's" name.

"No, he contacted me and we did have a mental conversation after the "Tree" explained what he was, but I wasn't told his name." as I said this I heard in my head "Sorry!" "It was very simple as I didn't know about him and we said our manners to each other. We didn't talk about anything like this." I waved at the ramp with my good arm.

"Well, he must have talked to the other "Trees" to have the information about how to help you to have made this ramp for you. And you had said you just coexisted, before when I asked about him. But that was long before the accident too." she softly informed me.

"When we brought you here after the accident he wasn't very hospitable to us, you included. Maybe you worked out things while you were under. The drugs didn't stop you from thinking and understanding commands and conversations." she wondered thoughtfully out loud.

With that, she rolled me outside onto the shaded lawn and asks "you think you'll be OK out here, while I fix us something to eat?'

"Yes, I can look around and see if I see anything to jog my memory," I said and then asked, "I can call you if I need anything, can't I?"

"Yes, you can just holler if you need me" as she went up the ramp into Drago.

I started looking at the view. Part of it was mostly normal from what I had seen before, but the rest wasn't anything like I'd seen or heard about before.

Drago stood on top of a wide multi-terraced hill with cliffs on either side. Looking to the bottom of the hill was a small waterfall tumbling over a seemingly naturally dammed river, about 50 feet wide, on the right. The river was pooled at the edge of my vision on the left, where its view was blocked by one of the other cliffs. In the middle area was the purplish-blue running water of the river.

The terraces were planted with different crops and small trees. I didn't know what they were. Scattered thru the fields were clumps of flowering plants and vines in arbores. There were also pens of animals I had never seen before; there were also pigs, sheep, and pairs of oxen.

There were no flowers close to Drago, just a low ground cover or grass, I noted.

Closer to Drago backed up to the cliff on the right that rose about 65' were coops of squawking birds. There was also what was like a barn front coming out of the hillside.

This would have been like a thousand other pictures of old-time farms I had seen in books, videos, or pictures, but the colors and shades of everything and some of the animals in sight were very different.

The sky was a pale light peach or orange hue. The sun was the same color, but slightly darker.

All the plants were all colors of reddish-brown or with a few shaded blue-green plants. Drago's colors were shades of honey from deep dark to pale golden.

Flying overhead was reddish-orange birds, about the size of buzzards, but with elongated bodies with 4 wings. They were trying to catch smaller golden birds, which darted out of the way at the last second to evade them.

From one of the terraced areas, I could see short 4 legged creatures moving thru, but sometimes I would see them stand upright and look around mostly my way. I didn't feel a threat from them at all, but maybe a sense of confusion.

It didn't look close to normal to me, but it felt like it was normal here. I wondered what colors the clouds were, what a storm would be like here, and also what rain or snow would look like.

I continued to look around at my new home and tried to understand what I was seeing. Besides being so open and clean, both in the view and the smells, there weren't any signs of civilization on the land or sky.

Looking at everything engrossed with what I was seeing, my stomach rumbled loudly and I realized that food smells were now coming from Drago's direction. When I turned I saw Anita standing on the top of the ramp with a tray full of bowls and a pitcher watching me. She walked down the ramp and deposited it on a table behind me and started back of the ramp as she said, "I'll be right back and we can eat." She shortly returned with another tray, which she laid out on the table, and then moved me to the table.

On the table were dishes of an extensive breakfast. There was what looked like scrambled eggs, some grilled meat, reddish cottage cheese, sliced fruits, and a loaf of sliced baked bread with a pot on its plate. "I think you can eat everything here, but the meat may give you a little trouble if it pulls too much on your face. Would you like me to fix you a plate or do it yourself?" She asked.

"Would you, it all looks good. Thank you for fixing it." I said. She made me a plate, which she cut up as she dished it up, with too much food I thought till I tasted it. She also poured a large mug of yellowish fluid from the pitcher, which when I tried was a form of tea. We ate in silence for a while till I started to finish my plate.

"This is very good. You're a very good cook" I said, which was not the right thing to say from the look on her face. "That's not what you told your cronies at the pub. "QUOTE Anita should stick to feeding her animals. They don't know any better what good food is and isn't. END QUOTE." Or don't you remember saying that?

"No! I don't remember saying something so hateful about you. I also don't remember a pub or cronies. But I'm sorry I did." I spoke as clearly as I could. Then added, "If I do in the future you whack me upside the head, Good side only, as I owe you at least that much."

After staring at me for a long minute, Anita laughing said, "If I only knew you would start acting human I'd have dragged you out to a kitten Snuffle-Ripper and let it wake you up and not be the so-and-so that you were. I'll give you that."

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