Infinite Dimensions -The Discovery

CHAPTER 8: Numb

I woke up at the same hospital bed but with a lighter feeling—literally.

My casts were gone, just bandages left to make sure my wounds heal enough and to make sure my stitches doesn’t open up. I was asleep for another three days. The first person I looked for isn’t there… Rey.  I removed the needle sticking out the back of my hand. It was about a two and a half inch needle but it didn’t hurt when I pulled it off. I guess all those wounds I got made me stronger and numb. I’m getting tired of these medicines. I need something to eat.

My stomach grumbled and as I walk the deserted hospital corridors, my uncle saw me.

“Sylvia!” he called. “Glad you’re awake. But don’t go out of bed yet, you’re still in pain.” Then he saw my hand dripping with blood from the acupuncture. “And where’s your dextrose? Ah, you’re as stubborn as your father. Come.” Then he called a nurse to escort me back at my room.

“Uncle, I’m feeling fine. Where’s Rey?” I replied as I brush off the nurses.

“I sent him home. He’s been looking at you for three weeks since your coma and when you have awaken then dosed with sedatives, he wouldn’t leave and didn’t sleep for another three days. He just had to have some rest” Uncle Bernie said gently. It was comforting to have Uncle Bernie to take care of me; he looks much like Dad but just two years younger. They were not only brothers but also best buddies. He’s like a father to me too.

“Oh… okay. I understand” I said feeling shy and conscious about how Rey sacrificed so much for me while I still look for him, not knowing he needs rest too.

“Aww, don’t fret, baby girl” Uncle Bernie placed his arm around me. “He’s your mate… he’ll be back. And besides… are you hungry?”

I nodded.

“Sandwich, chips or ice cream?”

“Uncle… I’m practically an adult now” I said laughing. “But three of them will be nice” then he laughed and rubbed my head.

“That’s my kiddo”

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It was nice knowing that Uncle Bernie is taking care of me…even just knowing he’s alive and I still have him as family seemed to ease the pain. He told me he’ll always be there and I have nothing to worry about knowing that my scholarship, hospitalization and shelter had been taken care of. I appreciate Uncle Bernie’s warm and comforting presence but it will never suffice for helping me recover from my trauma.

I accepted the fact that my mother and brother are dead. It only pains me to remember how they think that I was the one who murdered them… well, not for Damian of course. But the confusion of seeing two of me aggressively fighting each other doesn’t grant him a peaceful death does it?! He dreamt of me, sucking out his soul and tortured his body for days and days that’s why he’s been squirming I was around.

He was afraid… and so is my mom.

They died thinking that I was the one who brutally did that to them.

The thought of that kills me too!

For years and years of Universal Studies, I have wished to see my parallel; to know what she’s like and who she is. And when she turns out in my doorstep—she became the one who siphoned the people dearest to me. I’ve let go of the questions in my mind. I don’t care why she did that… I don’t care what the risk is… I don’t think of the consequences… but when she comes for me…

She’ll wish she would be dead earlier.

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