I finally regained my consciousness once again in a chilly Thursday night, I found myself with dextrose in one hand and the smell of medicines hung in the air. I’m in a hospital, but why again? I can’t remember. As I looked around the room, there was my mom sleeping in the chair beside my bed. I roused her up gently to tell her I was awake.
And when she realized I have woken up, she was brought to tears and hugged me so tight. She told me that I have been in a coma for around two weeks. She was really worried and my friends too. Being gone for such a long time I suddenly missed a lot of things. But then again I’m really happy and blessed to be awake again from such a condition.
The next day I was already discharged from the hospital in tip-top shape. The effects of the coma have completely disappeared and I have recovered fully. Finally able to go outside again after a long time, I felt really lost and dazed for a while, and somehow I feel like a lot have changed. But it all felt the same as I always had.
We headed to the Namimori Shopping District for a while to buy some ingredients for today’s dinner. There were few people than I have expected. It’s always packed since it is rush hour. It was a total surprise. Then again, it’s just only natural that we shouldn’t always expect the expectable.
My mom told me to go and enjoy myself for a while, go window shopping or maybe have a bite at the cake shop I always frequent after school. I just told her that I’d be fine just walking around.
I’ve noticed while I was walking around the shopping district there were renovations going on at the moment. Some of my favorite shops were closed because of it. Too bad, I can’t enjoy some of my favorite gelato and pizza fix since the Italian café was going under it too. I just continued walking around until I came across Yamamoto.
“Hello there Takeshi-kun!” I greeted him.
“Oh hi, I see you’re already all recovered now aren’t you? Everybody missed you, you know.”
“Yeah I know. I heard you guys visited me there when I was still unconscious.”
“Of course, we were worried about you when we heard you got in an accident.”
“AH!”
] He searched through the contents of his bag. And then he handed me a bento filled with sushi his father made.
“Here take this. I was supposed to visit you later and give this for you. My father made it. Hope you like it.”
“Sure, thanks a lot Takeshi. I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. Oh anyways, I’ll be going now. My father needs this right away. See ya!”
I waved goodbye as he pedaled away from me. With the bento from Takeshi’s dad in my hand, I retraced my steps back to our meeting place with my mom.
I found my mom standing in the front square waiting for me. It seems that she had finished all her groceries. When she saw me approaching, she picked them up again.
“So how’s your little walk? Did you enjoy yourself?” mom asked.
“Yes, it was a very pleasurable walk indeed. And here, it’s from Takeshi. They’re sushis his dad made for me.”
“I see. I’m glad you had fun.”
And we went home. Seeing our house again after a long time in the hospital was a welcoming sight to see. I never thought I would be so homesick that much. Well who wouldn’t be?
I went straight ahead to my room upstairs. It felt relieving to see it as I last left it. I sat in my bed and arranged the thrown clothes on top of it. And in the mess was a sketchbook. I opened it and found some drawings of a boy with a weird hairstyle like a certain yellow skinned fruit. Somehow there was a feeling of déjà vu, as others would call it. He seemed familiar but why do I seem to know him? Have I seen him somewhere before? Even if I tried to think about it, my mind is still blurry. I really can’t remember anything about this person at all but, from all these sketches of him that I had plenty of in my sketchbook. Somehow I felt that this person is really something that had my full attention. And in one corner of the room was a canvass with a painting of him in it. But now’s not the time to be nostalgic. I’ll be risking myself a painful headache trying to recall them back.
As time passed by I slowly felt being haunted by the spirit of him that I painted in the canvass. It seems to call me to wherever he was. And in the deep recesses of my mind I could hear, a message.
“I would really want to see you again”
But then again, see WHO exactly? It’s already been a month after I got into an accident and now, these things came bugging me back again. I’m finally starting to think I’m going bonkers. I definitely need something to take these off my back.
The next day, my friend called me and she asked if it’s ok if I hang with her. But I didn’t feel that much going out today so I turned down her offer. I just wished her lots of fun today. I hung up and plopped my phone down in the adjacent table. Thinking back what I said earlier, what’s done is done and I’m sure she understands that I cannot go out with her for a reason.
And that is…
-End of Part One.
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