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The moment I woke from my rest, invisible needles stung my side, chest, and back. It was nearly impossible to move without experiencing pain but thankfully, the nurse had prepared the painkillers and water for me to gulp down on the bedside table. I cried myself to sleep, yet that heartache was still present.

My head became less foggy for two souls had broken their bonds, and now there are 5 of them left. Since it was early in the morning, my thoughts aren't exactly going in a straight line, but the bitterness in my mind made it worse, leading me to space out again. There was nothing I could do but sit and stare at something because of the stitches. Walking is out of the question because I can bleed out too.

Also earlier, Cindy told me how quickly the wounds were healing themselves almost at an abnormal rate, yet bleeding from small movements is still very much possible. My stomach has layers of bandages wrapped around it that needs to be changed every 6 hours or so. The nurse already changed the dressing, along with a new application of medicine that numbs the pain.

My hair felt like a twisted mass, so I reached over to the other bedside table and snatched my red scrunchie to tie it. This one has always been my favorite because of how soft it was, and it doesn't give me external headaches, unlike the other ones I've tried. Although, I don't remember how I got this at all. I can only say it has sentimental value to me.

"Miss (Y/N), is there something else you'd like to do today?" Cindy entered the room.

"Hm... Can I go outside?" I asked, looking out the window and noticing how the rain hasn't started yet.

"Of course. Let me just get a wheelchair for you and I'll be back," she smiled and left the room. Wheelchair huh? I guess I could use it so blood doesn't seep out of the staples and stitches with every step. It didn't take long for her to get back, pushing a dark blue wheelchair next to my bed. I held onto the bed siderail and slowly set myself down on the chair with wheels. 

We were out in the hallways, then headed to the elevator to go down, noticing that my room was located on the 7th floor. The hospital had a garden with fountains outside where patients relax and stay for the day. Everything about it was therapeutic, and the stone path was really pretty. The best thing about this is the fact that it's facing Hurricane's lake where forests and mountains rested beyond it.

Once a bench was within my very short walking distance, I sat up and went there. It was next to a calming fountain and under the swaying shadows of the tree, making it a perfect spot. The flowers nearby were picture worthy, but my phone already ran out of battery, so I just ingrained their magnificence in my mind to admire them.

Shortly after, another nurse showed up and whispered something to Cindy, "You have a visitor," she said. Visiting hours haven't started yet, but the two said they'd let it go this time. I nodded and they headed back to the lobby to greet whoever my visitor is.

I heard Cindy's sweet voice far behind, talking to someone, "There she is. Don't um... hug her too tightly, her cut's still healing and she might have difficulties in breathing because of a bruise." I decided to not look so I can be surprised when they show up.

"(Y/N)....?"

"Mike?"

The boy's eyes welled up with tears as he came running towards me, forgetting the nurse's warning, and jumped into my arms. I muffled my huff of pain, but Michael noticed it right away and apologized almost a thousand times. "(Y/N)! I missed you so much! I-I thought you left us...."

I patted his back, placing a soft kiss on his fluffy locks, "Awww... I missed you too, fluffball. I'm sorry for not showing up."

"Don't apologize! Neil told me what happened and none of that is your fault, it's my dad's... again," he furrowed his brows and rolled his eyes, "Mom and dad went home the next day, I don't even know why they went out of town. But I heard my mom mention she needed help with something. I didn't expect them to come home late."

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