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Final Chapter: Our Recuperation

Lily was thinking twice whether she'd tell her daughter about the urgent flight Nathan/Wayne had to take or not. As soon as Tara went upstairs to her room, she slowly followed her and decided to blurt out what she had to say.

"Uh dear.." she spoke softly before Tara could completely close the door.

"Hm?" Tara responded, tucking herself in bed already.

"There's something that you need to know."

"What is it?" she asked as she turned around under her blanket, facing the window rather than to her mom.

Tara's POV 

From the tone of her voice, I could already tell that it was bad news. But, turns out it was worse than I thought. 

"Remember the branch Doctor Cameron works at before? In U.K?" she asked.

That's the first time I heard her address Mr. James with DOCTOR though.

I mean, it was respectful for us to call him that in the first place.. but Mr. James refused so - and that's rare for people to achieve such degree. Forgot to orient you that lol. But you know maybe it's because he was comfortable with us.. so don't judge.

"Well, the psychiatric hospital there is known for their professional care and treatment. And that led him to decide that it's better if your friend can recover from there," she added.

I was there, analyzing her words, left with confusion and disbelief. As she continued explaining, the expression in my face was just pictured as pure disappointment.

"I know it's too far away. And he said the recovery could take years to progress, depends if Nathan/Wayne would continue to have a confusing state of mind or get fully treated from his MPD disorder instead."

Huh? years? But won't his amnesia make everything so easy already? Why would they--

"We should just respect them for what they'll decide. Especially if it's for the better," she indicated. I kept myself from objecting as I gripped onto the sheets tighter. I wanted to speak so badly but I figured that it wouldn't change anything, as always.

"Well, I just had to tell you.." she lastly spoke and heard her carefully leaving the room.

I wanted to prove myself how I could fake myself from being affected of all the things that had happened these past few days. I wanted to. But, everything seemed like it was all falling apart. My chances had gone out to its own world. Everything was always not going my way. And that made me conclude how it was hard to keep my feelings for myself after all. I crawled my body into a ball and shut my eyes strenuously while I kept praying that everything would be just a dream.

Two days after..

(Manhattan's Central Hospital ; 9:30 AM)

My mom told me today would be the day when he'd fly to U.K. I tried to stop myself from giving a shot to visit him for the last time, but I just couldn't control my mind and body pulling nearer to his presence.

I went upstairs and carefully peeked through the open door in his room. He was fixing his clothes inside his knapsack there at the same time, talking to the nurse assisting him.

"Is he already waiting outside? I still need to go somewhere else though," he asked.

"Yes sir. He started the car just a few minutes ago," the nurse said.