"You were my strength, my guiding light,
Don't leave me now, in this darkest night.
I've lost all else, but can't lose you,
My king, my heart, please stay with me, too."
His last breath, a whisper, a loving tone,
'My princess', a heart that's foreve...
I woke up in a cold sweats, my heart racing as I tried to catch my breath. 'Oh, it was a horrible dream. I saw myself dying.' But when I realized I was dreaming, I looked around only to find myself in an unknown place. And then I remembered the last moment of yesterday in which I had seen the angel-of-death with my own eyes.
My heart skipped a beat. 'Where am I? Am I alive or dead? Is this heaven?'
The sunlight streaming in through the windows casting a warm glow over the space. I sat up slowly, trying to shake off the remnants of my nightmare.
As I looked around, I realized that I was in a cozy bedroom, with simple wooden furniture and a few personal belongings scattered around, with so many little medicines bottles and wrapped bandages sat on the drawers to shelf. A chair sat beside the bed, and I couldn't help but wonder who had sat in it last night?
The room gave off a comforting vibe, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread from my dream. This is not place I recognize, not even a single thing placed in this room except a saluted silence and warm atmosphere. I had to know who saved me.
As I got out of bed and made my way to the door, my head were still in a little sickness, my lefts were still feeling weak but I can feel the recovering which my body were doing with great efforts.
I heard a soft voice coming from the kitchen. Curious, I made my way towards the sound and found an elderly man stirring a pot over a crackling fire. He looked up and greeted me with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with kindness.
"Good morning, young one. Lunch is ready," he said in a soothing voice. I couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over me in his presence. "You shouldn't had walk in here now you still needs to rest for few days." I raise my eyebrows at his so casual tone. Not used to that I felt a littl awkward but maybe that's how people talk in here. hesitated for a moment before asking, "Who are you?"
The man chuckled softly and replied, "I am a doctor, and also a part time farmer. We found you, last night in injured state, you were unconscious so we brought you here."
Blezi: oh...I..I am really thankful for your help.
Doctor: ohdon't say that, I know you were very injured to get up to your feet even, anyways how are you feeling now? Did you get a good rest?
I nodded slowly. "I did..... feeling a lot batter now."
He smiled "that's good to hear. Do you wants to have breakfast?" I thought this is a question he asked but then he turned to the counter and start working the stove again. "Bath is on the right side corner door, go get fresh up so to eat and heal." He said before continuing doing his task.
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I smelled the food and a thought come to my mind that 'why not get ready first, eat something then ask the questions? I have a lot of questions like how did they found me in the forest and what do he wants from me in return for saving my life but I knew this for sure that if I tried to ask questions he'll ask some too from me which I don't know if I am in the state to reply or not. I was not sure whether to trust on this man or not but why would he help me on healing and save my life if he wants to kill me too? I don't know what to do since I have never interact with any outsider before, but does I really call him a outsider? When it's me who have been found in the forest all alone in injured state. Before I can calculate and make a decision my stomach growls and gives all the answers with a little sound that food comes first. 'okay we are going to eat first' I thought and then turned only to bump into the door.
"Ah!" this sudden crash made me feel pain in my arm so I looked at my arm it's Sarmiento brace. Seeing this, a thought came to my mind that my wound must have been bandaged by the same good person, I was satisfied with the thought he had helped me through my bandaging, but when I looked at my clothes, my shock reaches to its peak.