I was very surprised when I finally awoke, this time in a comfortable bed, and wearing soft, cozy clothes. I felt clean and refreshed, yet also terrified and confused. My leg was still throbbing a bit from the scary doctors' needle weapon thing. My back was aching like crazy. Why do my surroundings keep changing? Is this all a dream? Tell me I'm dreaming. 

I sat up in the bed and had a look around my new environment. It looked like a typical household; way more welcoming than the hideous doctor lab, or whatever it was. there were no strange devices attached to my body. Instead of skeletons on the wall, there were framed pictures of plants and flowers. I saw no unusual gadgets or weapons lying around. 

As I faded back into consciousness, I heard voices across the hall. It sounded like two people talking. One of them I knew not, but the other voice I recognized as the doctor from before. 

I shuddered. 

I painfully leaned forward a bit in bed, trying to catch more of the conversation going on in the hallway. I managed to hear bits and pieces;

"I think she will be OK. My wife and I were never able to have children, so she will be a joy to us all. Although, I am worried. We can't just jump right in and know everything there is about parenting."

"Don't worry too much Mr. Glade." I heard the doctor's voice. "But I will tell, you, she is unlike anything we've ever seen. I don't know what to make of it, and neither does the press or anybody else for that matter. She's something strange for sure." He paused. "Thank you for agreeing to take the risk of caring for her." 

"Oh, I'm sure we will be fine. That young lady will be a great addition to our household." 

I couldn't believe it. He was actually willing to love and take care of me? That I could bring happiness to someone? 

The so-called Mr. Glade opened the door to my bedroom and walked in, carrying what looked like a tray of food. He smiled at me softly. He looked about 35 years old, was an average height, and looked an average weight. he had chestnut hair, and happy brown eyes. A typical father-like man. His appearance and gentle demeanor calmed me a little.  

"How are you feeling?" He asked. He needed no answer when I moaned about my back being sore. "Am I alright? Is anything broken? How did the doctor say I was?" 

"He did say you had some broken bones in the back," He replied, handing me the tray of food. "Hungry?"
"Oh, no. We don't need to consume anything where I'm from," I said casually. Yet somehow as I stared at the tray, my whole being reached out for it, craved it. What were these unusual emotions I was feeling?

"Well, it might make you feel better. I'll leave it by your bed if you eventually do want it." Mr. Glade said ever so kindly. What a wonderful person, I thought. He really cares about me. He is really trying to help me here. "Thanks," I whispered, still weak. 

After a few minutes, Mr. Glade came over to my bed and began to introduce himself. "My name is Henry Glade. My wife is the wonderful Henrietta Glade, who is out shopping at the moment. and what is your name miss?"

I told him my name. He looked at me funny for a moment, pondering. 

"Why don't we give you a more familiar, less complicated name for now. how does..." He hesitated before answering, "How does Evelina sound?"

Evelina. Sounds so majestic, I thought guiltily. "Sure," I said. 

"Does your wife know about me?" I asked. 

"Yes. She will be just as delighted to help care for you and make you better. Now, you should definitely rest right now." He fluffed my pillows a little and then left the room so I could rest in the quiet. 

Now that I was truly alone, I began to ponder what happened to me the past few days. Due to my pounding headache, I could not fully remember. Two or so days ago, I was surrounded in sunlight, joy, and the heavens, singing with my beautiful voice along with all the other supernatural angelic beings. But then something happened. I could hardly remember what it was, but all I could recall was a NO. A big, fat, ugly NO. From my own mouth. Straight in my Master's face. Then there was falling, darkness, the doctors, and now this. Now I was feeling all sorts of new things I never would have experienced myself. Pain. Fear. Guilt. Regret. Even hunger was new and strange to me. 

If because of that simple word I am experiencing all these scary events in just a couple days, how would that little NO affect the rest of my future?