Revived Souls

P A R T N i n e t e e n

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|N I N E T E E N| our Mess
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"How's she, Doc?"

"She is alright apart from the fact that she has a mild case of Lung congestion and inflammation caused by the cardiovascular toxicity. She will show shortness of breathe for some days but I'll prescribe some pills for it."

"Thank you,Doc. When will she be up?"

"Depends. I'd say in a few hours."

"Thanks again."

My mind was awake. Consciousness was streaming through the corners of my minds and I was breathing hard. The voices that I heard felt familiar. I could not think anything right as I got flashbacks of my past.

I wanted to cry taking a look back at the way Lennox tore me piece by piece, inch by inch.

By the time these memories displayed themselves so vivid in my screen of a mind, I was squirming.

All I wanted was Escape.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's alright." I felt a hand on my shoulder. Then something was taken away from me and that turned out to be the moment I could finally breathe.

When everything seem to calm down within me, my eyes opened on its accord like the sun arising out of the dark night sky at dawn.
So slow and peaceful.

All I saw was a blur of faces in close proximity with me and a cacophony of voices - scratching of the wheel chair against the floor to the telephone ringing and beep of the heart monitors.

"Oh my god. She is awake!!" I heard the guy next to me say.

A second later, his name transfixed itself on his face.
"Flynn..." I hoarsely whispered.

I looked at him closely and found that his hair was an utter mess not even in the messy bed hair way. His eyes looked small and I could see traces of fear pooling beneath them. It was as if he had a bad case of insomnia. His cheeks had a minutely noticeable stubble. All in all, he was a mess inside-out.

"Debbie..." Flynn flung his arms around my resting form. He laid his head next to mine and peered into my eyes. There I could see that beautiful palette of emotions raw in his eyes. It was as if every fleck of color in his iris gave a hint of what he was feeling.
The redness of his eyes painted a picture of a home caught on fire.

That was when I realized what had truly happened.

Flynn seemed to understand me as he answered, "You are in a hospital."

I figured that part already. As if my gaze burned him, he continued, "You were chloroformed. It's been a week already."

As I let the information sink in, there was something unpleasant that I could already taste before I spit it out. "Where is Genie?" My voice was soft as if it was a glass on the verge of breaking.

I could see Flynn's face becoming devoid of any color and he tore his gaze from me and looked like a deer caught on headlight. He swallowed a lump in his throat and momentarily closed his eyes preparing to answer my doubts.