Who Am I Now? 2

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My eyes, as blurry as it gives, blinks a few times to adjust it clear. The strong scent of medicines and alcohols welcomed me that made me cough and all I can see are just bare white walls with no life in it.

Where am I? What happened- What the fuck?

I came to recognize nothing and the more I think of answers to my overflowing questions makes my brain hurt and my head ache to an unbearable pain. "Fuck! Oww!!" I quickly reached my head to hold it as I wince and cried out in pain.

"Vira!"

I looked at the girl who I think is at her young 20's looked over to me with panic and relief in her eyes. "Who ar- Ow!" This pain struck sharp every minute and I can't even finish my question of asking who she is. I grabbed her arm and gripped on it as the pain gets stronger and I can't even open my eyes anymore. "Oh my god V! I'll call the doctors, wait-"

She harshly removed my arms for all I care. I need someone right now and I don't fucking care if I knew them or not I just need- "STOP THIS FUCKING PAIN! GOD!" It's getting worse and worse each minute and I don't know if I can handle a minute more. I heard people rushing down to where I am and they pulled my hands away from my head. I arched my back to move up and slammed my self down the bed multiple times hoping for it to stop but they just kept on holding me down and my right arm still as they shot me a liquid of fucking shit I don't know.

"Get the hell away from me! You fucking useless people!!" They are just standing in front of me and they are countless!! They are not helping me for fucks sake I'M DYING!! I moved my arms widely hitting some off them but I don't care. Kill me if I have to just to make this stop! My breaths became heavy as I felt weaker. I felt no more energy and the pain just had gradually stopped. I calmed down my rage but still I feel so helpless.

Why am I even here? Who am I even- I don't know! I fucking don't know!! I guess crying is all I can do now. These people in a white robe or whatever kept asking me questions I don't even know the answer to. Am I being subjected for an experiment or what?! I just want to go home! They kept moving around me, looking at the big monitor at my side and checking my eyes, my legs, my I don't know and I don't care.

I refused to entertain their questions and traveled my eyes around to where I can see more. My eyes feels heavy and it's rapid. I saw the girl who I gripped earlier, near the door frame, crying. Why is she crying? She my sister or something? Does she even know me? She was crying so hard covering her mouth. It's not like she felt my pain, dramatic ass. I moved my trance away from her and to the door itself..

A woman rushing in despite the others pushing her out. She's in a white hospital gown with her short hair down and a hand on her side abdomen. It's bleeding, why would she be here if it's bleeding? Why are they so weird, so useless and why are they hurrying up to me like I woke up in a coma or something?

One of those white robed guy pulled my chin softly and asked me to follow the flashlight with my eyes. I opened them, I don't have any choice now do I? When I was about to follow the light going left, He was removed out of my sight. The same woman who's in a hospital gown changed his position.

I met her eyes.. her familiar looks of loving eyes took my heart beating fast. "Get up now," She says, holding my hands and rubbing them softly. Okay, this is freaking me out what the hell?? "Gray needs breakfast and your clients are waiting mahal.." She kissed my bandaged forehead and I can feel she's shaking.

There's something about her that makes me so comfortable. Her presence is madly familiar that I think she's the safest and unharmful person out of everyone who's gathering around me now. I didn't say anything but my trance hasn't left her loving and hurt eyes. There's something about her that makes me want to just hug her right now but there are shards of unexplainable pain and ache hugging my heart. I can feel regret, sadness. I feel, betrayed, devastated and livid. My tears kept pouring regardless and still find her unrecognizable. What's wrong with my head?

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