(Suicidal thoughts, injuries, pretty much everything mentioned from chapters before, oh also child abuse.)

Jimmy gritted his teeth as the two medics helped him sit up in the bed. He had forgotten how much movement hurt him with all the time he had spent laying down in bed.

"Ok, Love.... more and then.... almost there." The medic calmed softly. She introduced herself as Stress earlier that evening.

Doc, the hardened medic was helping as well, not with kind words but reassurances and apologies when Jimmy cried out in pain that flashed in his eyes.

Scott had his arms crossed and he was on the other side of the room, tapping his foot anxiously. Jimmy could barely see it but he could feel it in his gut.

Once he finally got sat up, Stress quickly stacked pillows up behind him, talking despite Jimmy not catching most of it.

Especially with his mind thinking over everything.

One thing that he learned from the medics here in Hermitcraft was that they were honest. They both prided themselves in the truth and weren't afraid even if it was hard to say. Jimmy vaguely remembers another medic keeping secrets from him. But he doesn't recall them.

A royally dressed doctor with expensive looking glasses sat on their fish like nose stared with kind eyes. Almost everything that had told him were lies.

It took quite a long time for the two medics to explain the complications with Jimmy understanding everything they had to say.

Basically, he has no medical records to even look at (he didn't know the exact reason why they needed that until they told him if he has thin blood, he could bleed out quite easily. Bad if he was to have surgery.) Despite the lack of records, there really wasn't much they could do.

The hardest part to explain was the whole permadeath thing.

Stress had looked close to tears as she tried to explain over and over again. Doc had to step in and despite the shell he used as a cover, he was having trouble keeping it up. Jimmy eventually got the gist of it;

Regeneration might be completely ruined, no way to fix and it could get worse over time. Death might be completely permanent even if he was on a multi lives server. Basically, nothing could be done to fix it.

Jimmy was a bit bummed out if he was honest.

It wasn't because he couldn't regenerate more. He had an itchy feeling that his regeneration had been broken for awhile (although there were no memories or scars with signs og injury.) It wasn't even that he could permanently die, something told him that it wouldn't matter if he was gone (he knew he should be concerned about his suicidal thoughts but he didn't think it was all that important compared to current circumstances.)

Nope, it was the fact that he could no longer safely compete in the competition.

When he had told the group that he still wanted to play in 3rd Life, they looked at him like he grew a third head. To be fair, he was very injured but he still wanted to play. He had pleaded and bargained to no avail. The only way he would he allowed to play is if he was deemed safe for regeneration and respawns.

Which wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

The medics treated Jimmy like he was a piece of glass; one break and he would be shattered. Strained muscle? Probably going to lose the usage of that arm. Paper cut? Going to bleed out in twenty minutes. One wince? Jimmy was already a dead man.

It was annoying to say the least.

He tried not to think of it as he was given a braile book. Jimmy looked down at the blank page, somehow expecting words to materialize into his mind. Instead, perfectly pushed out dots scattered the white sheet.

"This is.... basic alphabet.... read.... braille." Stress explained, guiding Jimmy's hand to the top of the page.

He tried to understand how the dots meant something. According to the alphabet, the first one was an 'a'. It certainly didn't feel like an 'a'.

What does an 'a' look like again?

Eventually, he moved through the whole alphabet, struggling to memorize the bumps and grooves.

He didn't know how much time had passed until the page was turned. Oh joy, a little nursery rhyme.

"This is the only learning book we had." Stress explained, apologetically.

Jimmy shrugged, he didn't care. He just needed to figure out what nursery rhyme it was.

His hands drifted over the pages. He felt every groove and tried to remember the letters and symbols and anything else. To his surprise, he had forgotten the nursery rhyme so he had to learn the whole thing regardless.

"Humpty Dumpty..." he muttered, moving to the next line. "Sat on a..." anxiety filled his gut. What was this letter? Or was this a number?

No, no, that wouldn't make sense, Humpty Dumpty can't sit on a number.

Right?

All the numbers and letters flowed in his mind. Despite that, he felt increasingly panicked.

She was going to whip him with his father's belt. He was going to feel her wrath and if he cried, she would hate him more. No prince would cry when doing simple reading.

"Hey... calm... Jim?" He shook himself from his thoughts, hands shaking, hovered over the book. "Panic attack... please breathe with.... in..."

Scott had somehow snuck up and was holding him gently, combing a hand through his blond locks.

Gently rocking later and Jimmy was perfectly calm, leaning heavily into Scott with the book placed on the nightstand next to the bed.

Jimmy then realized, he doesn't recall that ever happening to him.

He had never been whipped in his life, his mother and father were decent people living off server. They had never punished him, not once while he lived under their roof.

Yet somehow, he felt like he had experienced that flashback. The genuine fear and phantom pains that washed over his body practically proved it. How had he forgotten something as serious as that? There was no scars that show any proof. It left him feeling more confused.

"Are.... alright?" Scott asked softly. He had concern in his eyes.

"Yeah, got a weird... vision? I don't know how to explain it, I don't remember experiencing it but it feels real." He explained softly.

"What....." Despite missing the rest of the question, Jimmy guessed that they were asking what it was about.

He bit his lip. It wouldn't hurt to explain. Maybe they would give him insight into what he had seen.

So he explained.

"I was young in the vision." He started off. "I was reading a book but I was struggling to read it outloud. It was blurry, with tears I think." He let out a sigh, leaning his head against Scott's chest. "The person that I was reading to kept whipping me. She felt like... a mother but I had never met her before." Everyone in the room stayed quiet as they listened to his explaination. Scott held him a bit tighter. "She used a belt, one I somehow thought was my dad's belt. She said that no 'prince cries' or whatever that means."

Doc and Stress gave each other a look.

".... you by.... chance... prince?" Stress asked once Jimmy was done speaking.

He looked at her, confused expression and tilted head. "No, I'm not a prince. I lived in a cottage for most of my life."

Scott, however, nudged him slightly. 'Tell them.' It implied.

Jimmy sighed, twisting his hands into the blanket over top of his lap. "The water speaks to me sometimes. Tells me that I have a throne or something like that. It once reflected a young prince onto me when I was looking into it. This... prince I guess looked in a rough state. Scars littered his body. Not only that but I had another vision. It was of... a palace? There was this fancy looking doctor there. I have no clue why I was there."

The two medics gave each other another look.

"We... leave.... have business...." Doc said. He harshly pulled the other medic out of the room, leaving the two others looking confused.

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"He is definitely prince Jimmy, that just proves it!" Stress whispered, looking behind her shoulder every so often.

"He could just be another random prince!" Doc argued back quietly. He also looked around.

"But prince Jimmy had gone missing, we didn't see him in the palace. This has to be him!"

Doc had to admit, the resemblance was a bit uncanny. But that doesn't explain what Jimmy had just told them. Abusive parents? Grian nor Lizzie had ever told them anything about that. A scarred young prince? Nothing like Grian or Lizzie described of their kid brother. They always described him as happy, bubbly and bright. Not a scar in sight. It made no sense in the slightest.

"Maybe we should get more info about the prince. Then go off from there." Doc paused when they heard footsteps coming their way.

"I'm going to go explain sign language to them." Stress quickly muttered before walking into the room. Doc only realized why she had left so quickly when he saw who it was coming towards the room;

Grian.