Exulansis #JustWriteIt #EarthLove

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"Z?" Travark's voice boomed with worry outside as he thumped on my cabin door continuously. "I'm coming in!" he warned. His voice sounded so near yet so far away. The door broke down and lights bathed the room, almost forcing my closed eyes open. I felt someone wrap a towel around my trembling sweaty body as I heard footsteps scamper around the room and shouts of "Is everything okay?" thrown around along with other instructions.

I so wanted to scream and complain and trash about but my body was immobile and my mind was going blanker and blanker by the second. Everything was fading away so quickly. I clung on somewhere in my mind, listening to the thundering footsteps rushing about and the cries for the emergency hall as I got wheeled around. All through this confusion, I could hear Travark's fading voice near my ear whispering, "Everything will be okay. Everything's going be okay."

I woke up to the incessant beeping of a machine nearby and the annoying scent of, well, nothing. I sniffed again, but no bleach, no chemical, nothing, attacked my nose. My ears strained through the piercing silence, listening for Travark's quarrelsome voice somewhere. But they come up with nothing. This doesn't feel like Navra's. I opened my eyes and scan the room, only to notice I'm in a white square box. I tried to shift my body and turn my head, but they refused to function. My mind whirled like a maelstrom, trying to figure out where I am. The room looked awfully familiar yet so strange.

I swallowed and tried to speak but nothing came out. I screamed a silent scream, and I screamed that same silent scream again and again until my throat was dry and painful. Tears streamed down my face. I can't remember a time I have never felt so vulnerable in my life.

A door crack open and I see a girl, whom I've never seen before, in a healer's uniform, push her head in and scanned the surroundings, before fully stepping into the room. She hastily walked towards my bed and reached beneath her coat, removing a folded paper.

"I know you're awake," she whispered surreptitiously, still scanning the room wildly. "I need to tell you something," she whispered. "I..." she looked around again, her ears perking up as I heard footsteps approaching the room. "I can't explain now," her voice trembled. "Meet us here when you get better," she said, slipping a piece of paper on my lips, and then vanished into thin air.

I heard voices and footsteps getting closer and closer to my room. I gripped the paper with my lips and chewed it into my mouth, swallowing it. I closed my eyes just as I heard the door being pushed open.

"Wake her up!" a female's voice ordered. Something at the back of my head was telling me not to let them know that I was awake. I willed my eyes to keep shut as my mind spun, wondering how she planned on 'waking' me up.

I felt some needles, which I didn't notice before, being removed from my arms.

"After you are done, leave!" the same female's voice ordered. "She'll probably be awake by the next five minutes and you know how she is after waking up!" I felt some more needles being removed from my legs and I counted the seconds in which I'm scheduled to be awake.

I fluttered my eyes open at 217 seconds, a little below four minutes. I blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the blinding light that was placed above my face. I forced out a few coughs then asked weakly, "Where am I?"

The answer to my question was an ever fading, deafening echo of silence bouncing off the white walls enveloping me. I blinked my eyes opened and looked around, propping myself up on my elbow. I covered my mouth with my other fist, coughing dryly and repeated the question, when my eyes landed on her slim figure in the chair, analyzing me. "Where am I?" I forced out weakly in between coughs.

"What is the last thing you remember?" she asked, avoiding my question and getting straight to her point.

I rolled my eyes. Why do they always ask that? The last thing I remember is what happened a second ago before you asked me that question dumbass. "The last thing I remember is asking you where I am..." I stated matter-of-factly.

She let out a heavy sigh as she got up with her notepad in her hand, "I can see your wittiness is still in tack. Now, what's the last thing you remember Zaria?" she said more seriously.

"Hmmm... Let's see," I said, putting my pondering face on. "The last thing I remember is...waking up to a light, blinding me, in the middle of God knows where!" I yelled annoyed.

"Zaria!" Travark yelled. I heard his voice before I saw him push his head through the door, enquiring from the lady who I figured is another healer, if he could enter and she nodded. "Stop being so difficult," he pleaded as he entered the room and sat on the chair she was on. "Just answer her so we can hurry and get out of here," he said, his eyes lighting up at that.

His actions somehow motivated me, but I needed to know where I was. I decided to comply and since I'm the Supreme Commander, I'll be using that title to get some answers soon.

"The party," I stared blankly, deciding to not tell her about the dream which somehow felt real.

"Mmmhmm," she said, nodding her head as she jotted it down. "Anything else?" she pushed.

"You want vivid descriptions of how my friends and I got along in the party?" I said annoyed. "Verbatim of our conversations?" I barked.

"No need to get angry," Travark coaxed, the amusement vivid in his voice. "Just cooperate so we can get the hell out of here."

"Get the hell out of where?" I yelled, the anger growing stronger and stronger. "You know I hate being attended by new people. People who I don't know!" I yelled at him. I saw him cringe. "Where the hell is Navra?" I demanded.

Travark cringed and I saw tears at the brink of his eyes.

"Dead!" the doctor told me nonhesitantly, with no sign of remorse in her voice.

"Wha-what?" I asked, my voice becoming barely a whisper.

"She's dead, Z," Travark said.

"Bu-but how?" I asked brokenly, tears streaming my face as the news pierced my heart.

Travark and the healer had a silent conversation with their eyes while I just plopped back down on the bed, crying uncontrollably.

"When?" I whimpered, breaking the silence.

"Yesterday, after you were admitted to the hospital. That's why you were transferred here," the healer responded stoically.

My heart ripped apart as the guilt became more and more overbearing. The tears vibrated through my body as I cried uncontrollably. "It's my fault. It's my fault." I sobbed continuously. "If I hadn't been sick and always in the health deck, I could've saved her." I broke. "I could have responded to her alert and saved her." I brought my palms up, cupping my face and cried.

I felt a hand squeezing my shoulder gently to soothe me and I shrugged it off. "Leave me alone!" I barked, my emotions going haywire. I swung my legs off the bed and stomped my way out the room, Travark and the healer running after me. I need to get out of here and I need to get out quick.

Everything in front of me suddenly became dizzy and I brought my hand to hold my head. I continued onward and could make out faces eyeing me suspiciously and confusingly as I wind my way through the hallway. Travark's voice growing further and further away.

I felt myself got dragged into a doorway and the door closed after me with a hand clamped over my mouth. I was too weak and broken to fight. Everything was swirling. I closed my eyes and shed silent tears in the darkness and comfort of this kidnapper's hands, as I thought of Navra and how it could have been different if I was there.