Better With Revenge

20th Revenge

20th Revenge

Song of the Chapter - Echo by Bad Meets Evil *this honestly doesn't relate much in the chapter unless you can use your imagination :D but if you ask me it's a perfect fit.

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Edina POV

"Everybody hurry up and stop the bleeding!"

"Change the IV on him!"

"He's losing consciousness again!"

"Keep up with the monitors! If one of them goes off, all of us will be in trouble."

Voices flooded my mind as my head pounded with sheer pain. It felt like something was drilling two large picks into my skull, making sure to put everything in without breaking my head open. It was not a very fun experience is all I can say.

The voices sounded much clearer than when I first heard them. They didn't make sense, all just random mumbling and a few words thrown here and there but after a while, I could make out what they were saying. It seems that the people around me where panicking though I have no idea what they might be panicking about.

I could barely manage to imagine the scene that was unraveling in front of me. The soft beeps of three or so heart monitors were present. All of which were not very stable and one was much more spastic than the others. The smell of cleaning alcohol was present and the sound of rubber gloves rubbing against each other occasionally sounded much more pleasant than what one would normally feel.

What happened to me? Why am I here being tended by medical wolves? Why can't I remember anything? And why do I feel like there is a hole near my chest?

Edina, you need to remember. Come on, you can do this.

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I can't. No matter how much I concentrate I can't remember a single thing that happened before being put into this hospital bed. Why is that? Did something happen to my brain? What is it? Knowing that no matter how much I try to think it won't get me anywhere I decided to seek help from someone I could always rely on.

[Naranja, it's up to you now. Can you help me remember?] I called out to her. She had the same memories as me as far as inner wolves are concerned. If there was a time where I can't really solve it myself, Naranja would be the one to help me get out of the crisis. And this time would be no different.

[Naranja?] I called out once again, a bit of fear entering my thoughts. It was no different from before, I was met with silence.

I guess I was wrong.

Trying to not think of the worst case scenario, I called her name for a good five minutes, hoping that she was just sleeping or unconscious. Even in my current condition, my emotions were at their peak, going a bit over the radar with just a small move in emotion.

Please don't be like that Naranja. Please don't leave me alone.

One of the monitors in the room started having a faster pace, almost as spastic as the other one. The attending medics reacted quickly, scurrying to get all the necessary equipment to keep the one with the erratic heartbeat calm. Hands suddenly gripped onto my arms and legs, seemingly trying to hold me down.

Huh. i was the one needing all that medical attention all along. I've never been admitted into these kinds of situations. Is this those life or death situations? Where it all depends whether the person is willing to fight for their life or succumb to the arms of death?

Death sounds pretty good to me right now. Living as a perfect lady to fulfill the expectations the people around me has set didn't really leave me with a bright impression on the world. Compared to other children my age, I was told to grow up faster than anyone.