Ariel's POV
I opened my eyes to a white ceiling. A striking discomfort brought my attention to my hand. I still felt pain, although minimally. it was rested at the nape of my neck.
In endurance i turn to notice a blue curtain which gave the room a sky blue shade with light penetration. The smell, so familiar...reminding me of the last time i saw Mother. Exactly 10 years ago. At the central hospital, she had told me to be patient . ''i would be out in no time. '' she said, before she went into the consulting room......I sat in the waiting room with the hope that she would return. I had had enough of my patience but she never came back.....news came on to Father later on. she had slumped in the consulting room and gone went Mama. At first, dad didnt know how to convey that message to me. He had said that she had travelled with the Doctors. It was a good excuse though but certainly, that got pretty old after 6 months and then he lied again. I still do not know why but, i believed him when he said she was out to save the world just like my ever famous wonder woman. It was the season when the cartoon intrigued me....'wonder woman'. He knew exactly what to use for deceit considering the fact that i was in love with the sentence 'save the world from the God of War'.
However,not too long, i was brought out of dim light to a beamer. she wasn't coming back. Not then and never.
laying down on these silk bed sheets and sniffing the cold memories of Mum. I wished i never took that ride with Alison. I wished i could turn back time. A male nurse walked into the room putting on an spared smile, i guess that is one of their duties. 'to make patients happy'. All so unfortunate that it didn't change the fact that i am laid weak and helpless on this bed.
''Alison?'' i asked.
''Who?''
'' My friend Alison, is she okay?''
''Who?'' he asked.
''The girl that was brought here with me'' I clarified, hoping he was not messing with me.
''oh,mmm....she had her medications'' he fought within himself to say. He was hiding something incredibly vital. I could tell by the way he ressisted an eye contact.
''Where is she now?'' I asked anxiously.
''In her ward'' he said. ''How do you feel today?'' he asked quickly. Narrowing my eyes, i thought of reasons why he acted weird. He was avoiding my questions which some what made my inner man more curious than it has ever been.
Picking up a note and a pen, he stared at me waiting for my feed back. '' I am good''
''Are you hungry'' He continued.
'' Is Alison really okay?'' I asked in doubts.
''You should stop this questioning, you do not need more stress until you have been discharged, okay?'' he said, examining my drip.
''Just be sincere with me'' I pressed on.
''Whenever you are out of here you would know what you should and want to know'' he said taking some notes down. ''For now, dont work yourself up....you'will be okay'' he said with a smile before leaving.
I needed revival...i needed therapy. Hope felt far from me as i have deduced tragedy from all the nurse's expressions.
Alison was not in a good condition. He didn't want to mention what exactly, but my instincts never deceive me, its nothing jolly.
