Ricky whimpered a bit. He had felt his oversized clothes removed and himself place in a hosptial bed. His eyes had opened but everything had been blurry. The sounds had been distorted. He had then fallen back out of consciousness. He heard muffled and distorted sounds again. Then it was silence as the doctors left. They were talking about how his blood work showed this boy was around the age of seventeen. Then how about somehow he had been changed to the body of a seven year old. How it was such a mysterious circumstance. How they needed to study him. How they needed to figure out if this result of the explosion at the power plant could be reversed.<br/><br/>They were wanting to do many tests and experiments on Ricky. They had learned that the youth had nobody. The others they had saved from the power plant and surrounding areas were on the slow path to death. Even the doctors knew there was nothing they could do for them. Especially the ones who had been at the direct source of the explosion. He was the perfect speciman as he was not too badly injured and he had nobody. Suddenly Ricky felt his body lifted again. The IV removed from his body. His eyes struggled and slowly fluttered open. Again his vision was blurry and the sounds were distorted. Dressed in not but a hospital gown he was carried from the hospital. His skin mostly uninjured from the explosion. He felt something soft beneath him and fell back out of awareness. His body hurt though. Hurt very, very badly.<br/><br/>He was standing beside himself like a ghost. "Hey! Hey what are you doing? WHy did you take me from the hospital? What is going on here???" He demanded. Silent, intangible, undetectable. This was due to his child self was neither asleep nor awake. A middle ground state that did not allow him to be a solid form of his true self. He watched as he was left on the couch. He was covered with a blanket. He watched the woman turn down the television. He looked around the area. "WHere did I get taken?" He mumbled to himself. Right now he was but a ghost. Neither here nor not here. He looked down at himself. "How did I end up like you?!" He demanded of his inner child which had been switched to the outside while the real him had been forced to the inside. How was he going to get back to himself?<br/><br/>He watched her come over to him. She seemed about her age. He followed her gaze and looked at the hopsital band. Experimental??? That meant they had to know he was changed from teenager to child. That he had been flipped inside out so to speak. So what was he doing here with this girl and her family. He looked at her and watched her. His mind both teenager and child. The child mind trying to talk to his true self. Much like it had when his inner child was on the inside where it belong. Being a kid again sucked. He started to flicker in and out as his inner child started to regain consciousness. For the most part anyways. He began to fizzle out. Fading out as the younger him stirred.<br/><br/>The younger him began to whimper and cry out in pain. The burns though tended to would take a bit of time to heal. His eyes slowly fluttered open in slow motion. His eyes looked around. The room was quite blurry but not he could make out distinct shapes. This place didn't smell of cleaning products so where was he? He was on something he recognized to be a couch. He whimpered and tried to sit up. Sliding right back down as the real teenager his faded out and was gone completely. Wouldn't that be a shocker when the real him started showing up and was solid? He looked around. His mouth moving but at first he couldn't make his throat form the words. Then in a squeaky raspy voice the one word came out. "H...e..l...l...o?" He sounded out. "Anyone...there?" He managed to get out a few minutes later. Looking around but his vision remained fairly blurry.