"They say it was a long battle. Despite Bang Titan leaving the scene, his men did not give up. They held the Uman Tower for nearly the whole night before the Iron Witch arrived. Mind you, this was after she had gone and beaten Bang Titan."
After greeting him and asking how he felt, the nurse went on to check James's body with her equipment. The woman was quite chatty and at some point, had begun telling James about the happenings of the recent villain attack in the city.
"The Iron Witch is so strong," she said in a low scream, clearly a fan of the famous superhero. "That bastard thought she was still out of the city and went to try his luck… I'm glad she taught him a lesson."
"By the way," the woman turned to James with narrowed eyes, "I heard she brought you personally to the hospital." Her body trembled. "Tell me, how did it feel being carried by her? How soft were her hands? Did she say anything to you on the way, like something personal or encouraging words…."
James quickly raised a hand to stop the woman's bombardment.
"I don't know, I was unconscious."
"Oh, true," the nurse said, deflating. "The reporters will be quite disappointed."
"What reporters?"
"There are reporters waiting outside the emergency ward to interview you. I'll soon be wheeling you out of the ward, you'll meet them soon."
"You're taking me out? Are you sure I'm okay?"
"You hit your head very badly. Luckily, all you got was a surface cut, a nasty one though. You're very stable at the moment, no need to keep you here. You know, the room we'll be taking you to is so much better."
James noticed the envy that seeped from the woman, a tiny bit of grey leaving her.
"What's special about the room?"
"Haven't you noticed?" the woman said with a bit of surprise. "You're in the VIP section of the emergency ward. Where you'll be taken to will be more comfortable. Meals and baths of your choice."
From the lost look on the nurse's face, it was clear the normal VIP room was quite pleasant, but James had other things on his mind.
"Why am I in VIP? I don't have money."
"Oh, don't worry about that. The Iron Witch specifically ordered it for you. She'll take care of the bills."
"I see."
"Look, I didn't want to bother you much, but my head is pounding. Could I just stay here for an extra hour or two before you take me out?"
"Sure, I'll give you some painkillers to help…" the woman sweetly said.
A few more minutes passed and the nurse informed James she was departing.
"She has a nice butt," he muttered, watching her exit and close the door.
The room returned to silence and for the next few minutes James carefully looked around, expecting a reappearance. He stared at the coin in his palm, rubbing his finger over its texture, feeling no difference between it and any other coin. As more seconds passed, he began flipping it.
"Where is she," he kept asking himself, throwing up the coin, his forehead scrunched as the minutes passed, and then…
When next the coin fell into his hand, James immediately brought his right thumb to his mouth, bit on it hard, and when blood flowed, he pressed his thumb onto the coin.
What was there to think about? This attempt to remedy his problem was just one of a hundred solutions he had tried. They were all over the internet, ways to grow one's dick, pills, ointments, creams, but none of them delivered.
Several times, James's attempts at these solutions had led to adverse effects. He vividly remembered some of his nights in the hospital, him grunting and moaning as his dick hurt from the wrong substance he had consumed or put on it.
Oh, how many times he had cursed his cock, cursed it for ignoring the growth it should have experienced during his adolescence.
Last night, for the first time in his life, he had thought of suicide, and not just thought of it, but attempted to enact it.
James didn't want to think about what he had decided to do. He already felt enough shame at himself, disappointment at himself. Every day was spent fighting the inferiority that clawed at his mind. He sought to excel in other fields just to make up for his one deficiency.
James intensely watched the coin as his blood hung on it. His heartbeat increased and within he prayed, not even aware that his eyes had grown moist. Nothing made sense about the red-haired woman and within, James hoped and prayed that this was the turning point for him, that this was the silver lining to his miserable existence.
His prayers didn't take long to be answered. The coin lay on his palm idly, then suddenly it began vibrating, letting out a sharp hum, the blood on it being slowly absorbed.
James's heartbeat picked up, his breathing growing heavier as the blood disappeared. Then, when it was all gone, the coin came to rest.
Heavy breaths from the young man were all that filled the room. Then, just when he thought he would have to feed the coin more blood, it jumped into the air and a blue transparent screen popped out of its flat surface.
The sudden sight of the screen made James jerk, surprise clear on his face. Warily, he looked at the words written on the screen, the words written with blood that had dropped.
[In the beginning, there were the animals, there was the earth, and there was more water.
Power was given to the water, that it may take care of all.
Life was given to the water, that it may exist in all.
Eternity was given to the water, that life and power may never end.]
James liked to read and he was normally a silent reader, but the second he began reading from the transparent screen, he spoke the words aloud, each word a declaration, a force he could not resist coming over him.
A wind not present before gently blew through the room, the sunlight pouring from the window dimming. Each word echoed all around, whispers erupted from the corners, and when he finished speaking, the world blurred, turning black, then relit.