The boy woke up, startled.
The man was there, sitting near the bed, holding the boy's hand. He seemed exhausted. The boy started to notice that he felt stronger, better...
"I feel good!” the boy cried out in fear, and was surprised to find the easiness with which he had let those words be heard, also louder than before.
"It's alright...” the boy did not seem to notice the man's words, as he said: “it will spread!”. He panicked, “I don't want to die! Please, don't let me die!”.
"It's alright, son”, said the man, but his smile was still sad. "Oh, my boy...” he gasped, “I can't believe this is the first time time I have truly heard you speak!”.
The boy was surprised, he had never seen the man so moved before: "Are you saying... I'm not sick anymore?”
"My clever, clever boy...” a wide smile spread across the man's face, but unlike his previous smiles, this one was hopeful and honest. The boy wanted to ask so many questions, but without knowing why, he paused.
The man used that pause to stand up while saying:” I have some business to attend to. When I'll get back, we'll get rid of all of these monitors and machines. But for now, just rest.” He nodded his head slightly, as if he was telling himself that he did right. He closed the door behind him as he left the room.
A few seconds later, the boy thought he heard the man speaking with someone. He thought it odd, since they had no interaction with anyone since they moved to this isolated home, apart from Dr. Jenkins, who would come by every few weeks to deliver more medicine and check up on the boy.
However, Dr. Jenkins visited only a few days before, and Dr. Jenkins was a very loud man, so the boy would know if he was in the house. He tried to get up, but his head began to ache, so lied back down and closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes the man was standing next to his bed. He looked sad again, and scarily worried. "Are you alright?” the man asked. His voice sounded like it did when he told the boy his mother had died. And suddenly, the boy noticed that the man's eyes were red, as if he spent an entire day crying.
"I'm fine.” the boy answered simply.
The man sat down with a sense of relief, and the boy was suddenly blinded by the light, for the man blocked the light from the ceiling lamp when he stood over the bed. The boy covered his eyes with his blanket.
"Are you sure you're alright?” the boy heard a fearful surprised in the man's voice.
"I'm fine, I... I just need to get used to the light...” The boy's head was hurting again.
The man got up and turned for the light switch, “Here, I'll turn it off.”
The boy moved the blanket away from his head and looked around. Though the man turned the light off, there was still enough light for the boy to see every part of the room around him. The monitors were no longer there, and so the room seemed much bigger.
The few pictures and the drawings, that the boy drew at times, now stood out as they hanged on the light blue wall. On the other side of the room from his bed the boy could see the small, dark desk, now free of pill boxes and small bottles of medicine.
The bookcase next to the desk was filled with all the book his parents have ever read to him or that he had read by himself – and there were quite a few of those. The boy also noticed he no longer had intravenous infusions, instead he had bandages where the infusions used to be.
"Am I truly cured?” the boy finally broke the silence.
"Yes,” the man replied, “but let's discuss what we are going to do from now on.”
"What, like a treatment plan?”
"Yes, I guess you can call it that.
"first, you still need to lie in bed for a few days, just to make sure that your body gets enough rest. In the next few months, however, you can't be exposed to too much light, so I'll only take you outside during the nighttime.”
"I'll be able to go outside?” the boy felt a sudden rush of joy and excitement.
"In a few weeks, yes.” the man replied, “but for now, I brought you some more reading material.” the man reached for a plastic bag behind his chair. The bag was filled with two thick books, a few different workbooks and a notebook.
The man smiled lovingly at the boy:" Just because you do not attend school, does not mean that you cannot learn.”
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hello, everybody! Well, this part was supposed to be at least twice as long, but I decided to cut it short to make it a bit easier to read (sometimes I write with too much detail, and I'm afraid it's a bit boring for some people).
Anyway, this part is a bit less mysterious, and is supposed to be a bit more cheerful, as will be the next part. This part and the next hold some of the biggest clues as to what might have cured the boy... so stay tuned!
YuviMovie.
YOU ARE READING
The Day Killer
VampireA father who's son is dying of a unique and mysterious illness plans to be by his side to his last days in an isolated home. However, the father is tempted to cure his son in, as it first appears, a miraculous way, which only proves to have terrible...
