A Magical Spell ~ Ramayan | @TheLadyAesthetic

6. Memories And Magic

Rama groaned in pain subconsciously, as he gradually stirred back to his senses. His vision was envelopd in the dark void of his eyelids, and his head still carried traces from when he had abruptly lost consciousness. An unusual and painful pounding in the back of his head, which was placed safely amid an array of royal cushions, suggested that he had hurt himself badly in the said spot.

Through the waves of emotions and afflictions that were clouding his consciousness however, the prince felt a pair of hands wrapped securely around his, and the son of Kaushalya effortlessly recognized the grip belonging to his youngest brother.

Presently, Rama heard a distant muffled sound, or maybe it was a voice, one that was speaking.

As his senses gradually recovered their functionality, Rama recognized the voice that had become considerably distinct by now, and the next moment, his heart skipped a beat.

"He'll be fine. He's just been going through a lot lately, and the unhealthy amount of stress finally took a toll on his body. But it's nothing serious. He just needs some rest."

It can't be. Thought Rama.

The prince pressured his reflexes, forcing his eyelids open. He squinted slightly at first, at the sudden downpour of light that was radiating through the chamber's windows. But when he looked to his right, where the voice was originating from, the prince was thoroughly astounded, and horrified to a small extent. And another part of his heart in the background, heaved a heavy sigh of relief.

For there in front of him, sat none other than the royal doctor-- who had supposedly died less than twelve hours ago-- alive and well, in a fully unharmed condition, conversing animatedly with Shatrughna, who, Rama noticed later, was seated to the prince's left.

Rama attempted to say something, maybe an exclamation of surprise, shock, amusement even. But all that left his mouth was a painful wince, for the moment he exerted himself, a spasm struck his head violently.

"Ahh" He groaned again, his voice a low tremor reflecting the meager yet piercing pain he felt.

"Bhaiya? You're awake?"

Shatrughna asked in concern, turning rapidly to his slowly awakening brother.

"Wh..what happened Shatru?" Rama croaked, gaining his voice back to some extent, and turned to his brother.

"And how is.." He trailed off, turning again to meet the doctor's pleasant gaze. Rama stared at the beaming old man for a moment, before groaning. Apparently, the prince hated his position, for the next moment, he hauled himself upward without warning, even as the youngest prince tried in vain to dissuade him, and positioned himself against the bedpost, exhaling a labored breath.

Shatrughna sighed in defeat, and decided to address his brother's previously asked questions. That would be a good start, right? Maybe not.

"Ok, firstly, you need to stop overdoing it." He snapped.

Rama's turned in his brother's direction., eyes widened in false surprise. "Overdoing what?" He asked, pretending as if he knew nothing

Shatrughna gave him a flat smile. "Ok? You obviously know what I'm talking about. Anyway, you will never listen to me." The prince huffed and crossed his arms across his chest. Rama smiled. "Areyy, why are you mad chutku?"

"Don't call me that."

"Why?"

"It sounds annoying."

"Fine I won't"

Rama huffed this time, and Shatrughna's head bolted in Rama's direction. "You don't even want to know how the doctor is alive?" He cooed teasingly in a sugary sweet tone.