The Transmigrated Professor

Chapter 73: Wishful Dreams

"Wake up, Rohan."

A voice whispered above him.

Rohan opened his eyes to find his dad leaning over him, his eyes full of concern.

"D-Dad."

"Rohan, what are you doing on the floor?"

Rohan looked around, realizing that he had blacked out at some point.

"Ah, sorry. I don't know what happened." He replied as he got up. "Anyway, when did you get here?"

"Just now. I saw you passed out on the floor. Are you alright? Oh no, your hand is bleeding."

Unbeknownst to him, the wound on his hand had started bleeding again.

"It's fine. Don't worry. I just broke a glass."

"It must still hurt. And that bandage looks so sloppy. Come here, and I will wrap it up properly for you."

The pain in his head was still fresh. It was as if the pain and that mysterious calmness were fighting for something.

His muscles, still shocked from the over-stimulus, stumbled right into his father.

"Woah! Are you sure you aren't hurt anywhere?" His father asked, concerned.

"I am fine, Dad. But could you please take me to the living room?"

"Of course," his father replied.

Seating him on the sofa, Rohan's dad retrieved the first-aid kit from the bathroom.

He carefully unwrapped the bloodied bandages and slowly replaced them with new ones, taking great care to avoid hurting Rohan during the process.

"I've cleaned the wound nicely for you." His father said, complimenting his handiwork on Rohan's palm. "Anyway, Rohan, are you feeling okay now?"

"W-what? DAD—" Rohan attempted to argue that he was fine, but his dad quickly interrupted him.

"Listen. I know I haven't always been available in your life because of my work, but...you can trust me, you know that, right?" His dad explained seriously, looking him dead in the eye. It was his first time, ever having a serious conversation with his father like this.

Hearing such words of concern from his father should have been a touching moment. But for some reason, he felt...angry?

Why?

He had always wanted to have a heart-to-heart conversation with his father, but it just made him angry knowing this was all fake-!

The pain in his heart and the calmness in his mind suddenly clashed again, disrupting his thoughts.

'Wait! What was I thinking?'

"Rohan, you okay?" His father asked him again, his eyes full of concern. The pain in his heart clashed with the calmness in his mind, disrupting his thoughts.

"It's nothing, Dad! I've just had this headache since this morning. I'm sure it will go away soon."

"Ah, a headache... Yeah, it will go away soon." Rohan's dad stumbled slightly as he realized what his son was experiencing.

He quickly got up and headed to the medicine cabinet. "Let me get you some aspirin and water for that headache."

As Rohan took the glass of water from his dad, his eyes lingered on his reflection which looked back at him from within the water.

The strange woman once again was behind his reflection.

'Wake up, Rohan!'

Hearing the eerie words, the headache quickly sharpened.