CHAPTER ONE - Regret and Despair

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"Yimika, wake up." I kept pleading. I took their hands and squeezed them, no sign of life. I sobbed, as I took out my phone and dialed the police.

"Hello? Yes, please help. My friend... they're severely injured. Please come quick..." I hanged up and stroked Yimika's hair, "Yimika, wake up. Please... please..." And the next thing I know, I fall unconcious.

Silence.. it fills the air. Me and Yimika both lying lifeless, I wish all of this would end. I wish Kobu was here. I wish I accepted Yimika's confession sooner, then they wouldn't have suffered.

I opened my eyes, a beam of the sun hit my eyes as I grunted, this terrible feeling. I hate it. I saw myself in a hospital gown, whilst I felt a comfy mattress under my body. A soft blanket covered half of my body. It feels... rather soft. I then sat up, rubbing my eyes whilst looking around, heart monitors, nurses, doctors, and a bag that was filled with blood.

I was at a hospital. And I know I hated them.

"What... Yimika?" Suddenly, I turned to see a lady with a blue nurse outfit and a few badges and she had a clipboard.
"Ah, Kanna, right? Are you feeling better? I'm your nurse, and... it seems you fell unconcious due to panic."
"...Yimika.." I mumbled, some tears rolled down my cheeks, thinking of their horrible state. A wave of questions showered my mind, was Yimika transported here with me? Are they okay?

"Y-Yimika? Ah, Mr. Koshikama is with them right now... him and his colleagues are giving them... throat surgery."
"W-WHAT?!" I blurted out loudly... Yimika was having throat surgery? I swear having surgeries were my nightmare.
"A-Are they okay?"
"Yes, no need to worry. They're fine. You might see them after a few weeks, maybe months but we don't know."
"..." I stared down at my blanket. I can't wait weeks or months... I don't know if Yimika will be okay.

The nurse then asked me, "...May I ask your last surname?"
I looked back up.
"Kanna... Kanna Yoegama. That's my name.." I mumbled a bit. I was too overwhelmed with this. All I thought was Yimika... them telling me their childhood.

...I want to go home.

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