Hidden Heirs and Fallen Crowns (Complete)

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7

I wasn’t completely dead. I heard them, I saw them through the fraction of my eyes that were open, but I couldn’t move. My arms were as lifeless as dead ones. In fact, I felt dead everywhere.  The only thing that was working was my brain, which in my opinion was strange, seeing as it was my brain that was supposed to be damaged.

I tried to call out Jasmine’s name, to tighten Zed’s hand when he held mine, but most of all, I wanted to be able to smile at my worn out mum, who spent day and night sitting next to me to make sure nothing else went wrong. 

I wasn’t tired. Not day, not night. I guess that’s because I wasn’t exactly using up a lot of energy t. During the day I would watch Jasmine sit next to me. She would read or, after having spent hours doing that, she’s just sit there and fiddle with my hair. She’d make braids, small and big ones; sometimes she’s try to make me look more lively by putting some make-up on me (which would have made me smile if I was able to), or just lay her head next to my waist and got some sleep. Zed wasn’t as creative, and nor was Mum.  They would mostly sit on the chair, staring into space, or try to eat something.

How long had I been out? I’ve counted six days since I had woken up, but I still couldn’t move even the tip of my little fingers. That was as depressing as it was worrying. The only occupation I had now was observing. I watched everyone and everything that happened around me, from the young nurses to my mum pacing up and down when she wasn’t sitting down. Even that was limited – I couldn’t even move my head to look around.

If only someone would notice my moving eyes! I just hoped and hoped that as someone – even the nurse – would sit on my bed, they’d look at me and realise my frantically moving eyes. But my eyelids were so close together that they didn’t pay attention to them for a long time.

It was really early. Jasmine, having been in a good mood this morning, had volunteered to have the ‘first shift’. She was hair and make-up experimenting again. So far, she had done some new hairstyle that I couldn’t even see. It was something along the lines of a bun with a fringe out, but I couldn’t work out much else. Then she added a layer of foundation, a bit of blusher, and some very light pink lipstick. As Jasmine rummaged through her make-up bag, she pulled out her mascara triumphantly and opened it quickly.

She leaned towards my face and frowned, realising that I was in a bit of an awkward position to put mascara on. Glancing around quickly, she propped my cushions up and tried to make me sit up, but seemed to have some difficulty, seeing as I weighed as much as a dead person. But she got there, in the end. She smiled gleefully and sat down with her mascara. She leaned towards me again, raising her mascara wand to my eyes. After having curled and coloured and thickened one eye, she went on to the next one. I urgently moved my eyes around, trying to catch her attention.

She leaned towards the second eye, and looked in my eyes as I tried to catch her attention again.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH!” she screamed, jumping away violently. She fell to the floor, and tried to crawl away. Damn it! Zed and Mum burst in the room along with half a dozen doctors.

“What’s wrong?” they asked, obviously freaked out. It was enough that they didn’t have a clue what was causing all these problems without having someone screaming in their patient’s face.

“She … she moved!”  said Jasmine. “Her eyes! They moved!”

“She did?” Mum and Zed rushed either side of my bed, and Zed nearly pushed my mum out of the way get a look. Thankfully, he remembered who it was next to him just in time, and let her go first.