Revived Souls

P A R T T h i r t y S e v e n

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|T H I R T Y s e v e n|our Recovery
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My mother's face made its way into my head from her short buttoned nose to her thick eyebrows. I was in a dreamy haze and I saw my six year old self in a tutu skirt running down the floors of my house as my mother chased me. I was laughing as I hid behind the doors of my bedroom trying to play a silly trick on my mother.

And there, the scene showed a transition to where I was cocooned against my mother's chest. At first, I saw my adoptive mother but with close inspection, it morphed into my birth mother who was the splitting image of my present form.

She was smiling at me and I took notice of how she was gleaming brightly. She looked like an angel; a fallen star. What took me by surprise was her eyes that were gazing at mine with so much love that I felt myself tearing up. My six year old self giggled at something she was saying.

With an ethereal smile, she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on my forehead. She then bought her lips close to my ears and whispered, "I love you, my little star. I love you to the moon and back. I am watching over you always. You don't know how proud you make me sometimes. You'll get through it. I know you will." 

That's how my eyes opened.

And there I was in a room whose walls were dully painted in white which strangely smelt of antiseptics, syringes and medicine. I could hear the familiar sound of the wheelchair screeching against the floor, telephone ringing and the beep of heart monitors.

It was not rocket science to know that I was indeed in a hospital wearing one of those boring patient gown. A nurse entered the room and upon seeing me awake, greeted me with a relieved smile.
"Hello."

My mouth felt dry and as a result of not speaking for God-knows-how-many days, my voice had a deep croak. "Hello."

"How do you feel right now?" She asked standing close to me as she began to refill the drip stand.

"I...I don't know." I cleared my throat and then asked, "What happened?"

"Oh well, you didn't sustain much injuries except a concussion but I couldn't say the same for your boyfriend." She smiled sadly at me giving me one of the pitiful looks.

When her words actually sunk into my head, my eyes widened. Flynn...Genie...Paige shooting herself in the head...And that's how the memories of the day flooded back into my head.

I grew apprehensive as dread filled my system following the horror we went through. "Flynn...Flynn Raymond. Which room is he in?" I asked her trying to get rid of all the wires that were injected into my wrist. I wanted to see him no matter what.

"Miss Ridlers, please stay behind. I need to call the doctor." She shook her head in disapproval and ran to get the doc.

As I prepared myself to leave, a young man in his late twenties rushed through the doors with a stethoscope hung around his neck and a file clutched to one of his hands. He must have been the doctor and he quickened his pace when he saw me removing all the wires screwed into my body.

"Miss Ridlers, please. You have just woken up. I need you to stay right there until we decide otherwise." The doctor insisted but I could care less about myself at the moment.