Wrong Do'er Second Chance (English Version)

Change Of Scenary

I bolted from my sleeping position, gasping for breath but ended up failing the easiest task of human autonomy to live, Sweat was dripping all around my body and my eyes couldn't adjust with the surroundings with the glaring white light harshly penetrating my irises.

I was panicking, every heartbeat that going up, my lungs burned painfully because I tried to gasp for air to the point of hearing a ringing sound inside my head.

And then, a wave of pulsating pain surged inside, I clutched the left side of my chest, wrinkling the white hospital gown that was drench in my cold sweat. I balled it up in my fist.

The suffering took me off my focus towards my other senses and I didn't realize the heavy footsteps approaching me till the last minutes. I snapped my head towards the noises, blurs of moving white color surrounding me.

I blinked rapidly, wishing my eyes to adjust faster. Fortunately, I could make a lucky guessed that the blur was doctors trying to stabilize me.

Suddenly, everything slowed down, the time, the movement as if someone was using a time stone in their control.

'It hurts, everything hurts, what's happening?' I gasped, the burning sensation subsiding after they laid me sideways. however, the prickling pain was persisting.

I was glad that I could breathe and I was finally able to relax, one of the white figures pushed me down slowly, letting my back hit the soft bed with its sterile white sheet covering my body.

My eyes were glassy, I wouldn't be surprised if one or two tears fell from my skin, staining the bed cover.

Dying.

That was what I thought I was encountering, with no one was soothing me, telling me that it'll be alright except a couple of hands trying to save my life and now, they were putting an oxygen mask on my face.

I was all alone.

My labored breathing was getting slow and steady. My eyes regain their quality and the world started to taking shape as if I was seeing everything for the first time.

I had never gazed at the world properly when I looked at the huge window overseeing the city in numb and cold feeling. I saw the world with its beautiful imperfection.

I was blinded by the cruelness from where I was stepping in life that I forgot life itself was a blessing and to survive, to live. That's just how life worked. Despite, the corruption, the greed, and the destruction.

I closed my eyes gratefully when the pain ceased. 'At least I am alive.'

My surrounding finally moved at their own pace, no longer slowing down.

'Hang in there, It's almost over. You are the last miracle that I have left. Don't fight the memory.' that soothing whisper talked to me again.

I chuckled lightly, creating fog in the mask.

Through my epiphany, I did still think this way of me surviving the pain was unfair. The audacity of whoever made me participating in this supernatural, psychology shit and they had the nerve to call me a miracle.

'Miracle my arse, you'd think after a month of experiencing this I didn't try to let the memory flow as to lessen the pain? Stupid miracle, you are wrong to put your fate on my shoulders.'

I was getting used to the lunacy of it all that I didn't care the who, what, where when, and how that whisper came from.

It didn't answer me back.

Ouh what a new achievement! making something that couldn't be seen with the regular human eyes speechless. That might went to my business portfolio if I have the chance to renew it.