The Catenate Of The Lost Files ; My Dear Relative

Ch17.5² "Sidestory"

Hello everyone! I just realized I had made an error back in Chapter 15 and I can not edit it. I do not know why. But it seemed like it really hated me. And friends, in case of shuffled chapters, just follow the numberings. I'm doing my all on fixing the bugs so please cooperate.
And just keep in mind that Ai Hashimoto played as Sensair C. Emorosa. Thank you.

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I was trying my best not to act all serious because it definitely does NOT suit me. Last time I remember being serious was when Sensair left us. And Gab murmured for THREE days! Saying "It doesn't suit youuu!" "Being serious is not Celllaaaa~"
It really doesn't suit me. But this time, I just can't help it. The serious side of the Cella they knew got triggered by Abby's words. The sound of her voice. It was like she went through something she can't forget in the past. Patches of confusion in her voice. Everyone could sense she doesn't want to talk about this.

"How long was I asleep again?" Abby said, trying to make us and her week-long explanation wait for a couple of minutes.

But she knows there's no way outta this. Now that Lore got 'ol serious and everything.

"29 hours." I said, glaring at her. I admit, I was really being serious this time.

"Okay. Thanks..." Abby said. Maybe because she knows she's not going anywhere. Probably not when she still hasn't told us about it.

"It all began when I got out of the hospital." She, with her forced firm voice, started.

Every inch of my body tenses. I could feel the others tensing their muscles too. All serious-faced idiots leaning forward to listen to a smart little girl's explanation about her psychotic childhood friend that just left us yesterday. Sheesh.

With eyes wide and raised eyebrows, "What the hell is wrong with you guys?" Abby bursted in laughter. "We're not planning for a war, okay? No need to be that alert."

Thanks to that, the others somehow let their guards down. Deep breaths came gushing out of their mouths. Infront of us.

"Honestly, guys? Did you just had lunch?" Abby let out a laugh again.

"Abby, we don't have time for games." Gab, with hurry in his face, said.

"Okay. I'm sorry."
"As I said, it started when I got out of the hospital."

"Star's family and mine got into an accident that I, that we, fail to remember. It happened in San Francisco, USA. I don't know the exact detail of the accident since nobody would tell us. Even if mentioned, they would all just avoid this topic. Seemed like somebody important died. Anyway, after that accident, I was brought to the hospital for quick medication. We were hospitalized for two years. Then I was transfered to Naples, Italy for rehabilitation. Star was put to rehab too, only that they just did it within San Francisco. His father was too strict to make Star come with me. I got amnesia that time. And so did Star. But the treatment in San Francisco lacked. Because of that, her amnesia remained while mine was fixed completely. But then, Gab, you were there. You went to Star's rehab center to check on her. You knew about the accident but didn't know what kind of accident we were in. So you came running down the streets when you knew Star's rehab center was located near you area."

We all got silent and glanced at Gab.
"Yes. I did went to Star when she was undergoing her rehab. The doctors there treated her with something. They injected her with some sort of violet-colored liquid. What the hell was that?" Gab looked remorseful and confused, being reminded of the past he tried so hard to forget.

"That was their treatment. They injected her that so that Star would calm down." Abby continued. "Her amnesia. It got worst. She was psychotic before. Once she gets really annoyed, she'll come chasing you around the room planning to kill you when she gets to you. But this situation of hers, worsened. When she was treated by that injection, Gab, you were the last person she saw. The doctors did that with no familiar face to Star because they designed the medicine to work like that. The medicine acted as a seal. The last person that the patient sees is the person that will trigger the unwanted. Gab, you're the trigger. You opened the door just in time Star closed her eyes. You were the last person she saw. The trigger. To her illness. To her psychotic behavior."