Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: 'This Is....Transmigration?'

Aden woke with a jolt, gasping for air. His chest heaved, his lungs struggling as though he'd just surfaced from drowning. The room was dim, the flicker of a nearby lantern casting shadows on the ornate ceiling above him. He blinked several times, his heart hammering in his chest. The details around him came into focus—a grand bed, intricate carvings on the furniture, silk curtains.

He sat up abruptly, his hands trembling as they pressed against his chest. "I'm alive?" he whispered hoarsely. His fingers ran over his arms, his face—everything intact, no pain. "Was it... just a dream?"

A timid voice shattered his thoughts.

"Y-Your Highness? Are you... alright? You were screaming..."

Aden's head snapped toward the sound. A boy—no, a teenager—stood by the bed. His blonde hair was slightly messy, and his wide purple eyes were filled with worry. He wore modest, historical-looking clothes that seemed out of place in this extravagant room.

"Your Highness?" Aden's thoughts screeched to a halt. 'What the hell did he just call me?'

He stared at the boy, his mind racing. This didn't make sense. None of it did. Aden glanced down at himself, his breath catching. He was wearing a silky, embroidered outfit—luxurious and alien, like something from a costume drama. The fabric was soft against his skin, too real to be a dream.

"No fucking way," he muttered. "This can't be real."

The boy stepped closer, his concern deepening. "Y-Your Highness, should I call for the maids? You look pale."

"What did you call me?" Aden's voice cracked, his throat dry.

"Your Highness," the boy repeated, his hands fidgeting nervously. "Are you hurt? Should I fetch the doctor?"

'This is a dream. This is definitely a dream.'

Aden didn't answer. Instead, he raised his hand and slapped himself, hard. The sting exploded across his cheek, sharp and immediate. He hissed, clutching his face.

"Fuck that hurt."

The boy gasped, horrified. "Y-Your Highness! Why would you—oh no! Please, don't hurt yourself!" He darted toward the door. "Someone! The prince is awake! Come quickly!"

Aden barely registered the words before the door burst open. Two maids rushed in, their skirts swishing as they hurried to his side.

"Your Highness!" one of them exclaimed, her voice soft yet firm. "Please, calm yourself! You're safe."

'Safe?'

Another maid approached cautiously, her hands raised in a placating gesture. "You've been unwell, Your Highness. Please, don't exert yourself. Let us help."

Aden staggered to his feet, his legs weak and unsteady. "I don't belong here!" he yelled, his voice raw. "I need to go home! You don't understand!"

'Is this...Is this a transmigration? The crap Kaz always reads?'

The maids exchanged nervous glances but held their ground. One stepped closer, her expression pleading. "Your Highness, please lie down. You're still recovering. If you push yourself too hard—"

"Stop calling me that!" Aden snapped, backing away from their outstretched hands. His breathing quickened as panic clawed at his chest. "I'm not who you think I am!"

'It must be...right?'

The maids froze, unsure of what to do. One turned toward the door and called out, "Fetch the doctor! Quickly!"

'But why? Why the fuck am I here?'

The doctor stepped forward, his tone calm and measured. "I am Doctor Lysander, Your Highness. I've been attending to you since your fall. You struck your head quite hard, and the resulting concussion has left you... disoriented."

Aden stared at her, incredulous. "What? How do you not know what a car is? A car! A vehicle you ride to travel places!"

'Kaz needs me!'

'A month?!' Aden's eyes widened, his mind racing as he shook his head violently. "No, that's not... That's not me. I have to get home to my sister! I need my sister!"

'This can't be happening. It's all wrong. None of this makes sense.'