Miserable at Best

Chapter 37: Mind And Memory Loss

Quick Note:

«So here we are!!! We're waiting for a fall!!! And on the radio they're calling all satellites! Like they're going to save us all!!!»
That. Song. Tho.
Keeps me hanging from building up ideas. +.+
It seriously has it's way...
I wonder why I can't even stop thinking of it?? :/ maybe earworm?? :/ :/
Oh well.. My battery's draining again.. Ugh! >//<
Stupid charger you need to work! ..!., as if and as usual.. +=+
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          I look out of the window on my side and see the sun that's already making it's way down the horizon. The rays scatter brightly on the city ahead as the sky slowly turns to a bright orange with streaks of dark lavender clouds. I sighed to myself as think that another day has gone passed again without me getting even the tiniest detail about my very mysterious past. My mind often thinks about Andrej together with remembering about the things that he has just said.

"I have a feeling he knows more about it..." I whispered frowning to myself.

I was then again luring myself into my deep thoughts when the knob suddenly turned and the door creaked as it slowly opened. The old doctor then stepped in and revealed himself to me, flashing me a warm smile when he caught my eyes already bore to him.

"Hello, dear. How's your feeling?" He asked taking his pen out of his coat pocket.

I shot him a slightly curious look before giving out a soft smile. I then breathed in some fresh air before I finally spoke up and responded to his question.

"Not much. I think I'm doing well."

"Well, that's good! It's glad to know your coping up with your recovery easily." He smiled as he took a seat at the foot of the bed.

I let out a tad chuckle and gently rolled the wires on my hand. He started rolling down the pen on his whiteboard writing some details on it as his eyes carefully study my current status and health condition.

"So," He said looking into my tired ocean eyes. "How are you feeling today? I guess you got a bit tired after the talk with the guy. I counted the time you two consumed and it lasted for over an hour. If you don't mind, kindly tell me what you feel now?" He asked gently and discreetly.

I mentally smiled to myself as I think of his non-failing guess. Yes, the conversation didn't really last that long. But he's right in thinking that I got a bit tired,rather stressed. I started to feel a little bit comfortable yet still curious around this gentle old man. I guess he can know what his patients' need by just looking at their features and conditions.

I sighed as I roll my eyes to my side. Then I turn my face back to him and gave him a tired look.

"Well... I really do feel tired. But I can still be up." I smiled and he wrote something on his board.

I silently watch him as he studies my features while giving me a smile every so often. Then he put down his pen and turn his ash grey orbs to me with a glint of happiness showing on it.

"Well, I guess what you talked about is somewhat depressing. Can you tell me why?" He asked widening his smile on his lips.

I stare at him confused for a short moment before I began speaking. He shifted his body on his place to give himself a better ability to hear my soft voice.

"Uhm... Well it's just about my past. Which turns out like... Somewhat unclear to me. Like a forgotten dream?..." I confessed, making the old man frown his brows.

"Forgotten? How?... Why did you say that?" He asked curiously.

I think for a moment if I'll please him again with his demand. But I still ended up responding to him for thinking that he may help me deal with it and in finding answers for completing my broken memories.