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Chapter 69. Reconstruction

Chapter69. Reconstruction

Warmth. There was an incredible, unexplainable warmth. It wrapped on my arms and legs like a second skin, spread on my chest and head, coiled to the very stands of my hair. I didn't know what it was or where it was coming from, but I swam in this warm bubble of comfort for a long time, wanting for nothing more. I was contented.

Above my forehead was a humming. It wasn't disturbing or irritating, just a constant sound, a purr that lulled me to sleep. Sometimes when I craned my neck, I could actually feel a rhythmic pulsation coming from it. That made me drift off to a deep slumber too.

On one of my many days swimming in the solace of the cocoon, a thought bloomed in my consciousness. The notion of having a idea in itself surprised me. Usually, my thoughts were too hazy to grasp, too shallow to comprehend. It was a different kind of feeling, being able to think, and the first thing that came to mind was, what was the strange humming for? I've been used to it by then, of course, but something inside me itched to know. What was its source? Who put it there? Could I get to it?

I was pleased to find out that there were other movable parts of me aside from my neck. My arms, which had been previously stuck to my side, could now be shifted and wiggled, thought not totally lifted. Each time I was awake, or my consciousness was, I'd move it inch by inch, setting a new bar on where it would go. During the hundredth try, I was met with success. It was accidental, really, because my face was unbearably tingly and I wanted to get rid of the feeling. My hands, being the only stoppers of this unshakable itch, went to my face to scratch.

Regardless of why I raised them in the first place, my arms could work again. I squirmed and fanned my fingers, slowly stirring them into life. Though unresponsive and uncoordinated, I wasn't that upset. The humming was more important, an effective trigger for my curiosity. And even though I wasn't ready, I reached to the source of sound and vibrations, wanting to quench the part of me that had been thirsty to find out.

My hands came in contact with a foreign material. Was it a line? I inspected it blindly with a touch. The thing was cylindrical and long, too thin to be anything but a cable. It wasn't a rope though. The substance was different, hose-like.

What if I tug at it? Would something happen? My fingers wrapped on the hose delicately. I pulled.

Almost at the same time, I gagged. Something was wrong, very wrong. I pulled again and felt the yank at the back of my throat. The action almost made me choke.

Tracing the hose, my suspicions were confirmed. The tube was inserted through my mouth, shoved in my windpipe. I didn't even notice.

Armed with the new knowledge, the beginnings of anxiety edged in my stomach. It spun in my intestines, twisting, clutching, until I felt the need to vomit. What if my throat closed around the hose? What if I couldn't breathe? What if something unfortunate happened? I had to get rid of it. Gripping the hose once more, I pulled up instead of down. Bile gurgled on my mouth. It was farther in than I thought. I retched and heaved every time the material slid on my insides, yet I kept at it until it broke on the surface of my lips.

At long last, freedom. I took a deep breath and unexpectedly swallowed liquid. It was slimy and bitter, clogging my airway. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. It was going to drown me if I didn't do anything. I fisted my hands and fought my way around. It was slippery and gooey. I couldn't hold on to anything. To make matters worse, the humming that had brought me solace was substituted by a dreadful buzzing noise. I covered my ears and stilled. Make it stop. Make all of it go away. Please, anyone.

The buzzing ceased the second after I thought of it. Did someone hear my wishes? Afterwards came a sucking sound, too low for me to figure where from. With it was the receding of pressure on my chest, as if the liquid around me was being removed. The warmth had started to disappear too, causing the air to prickle on my skin like small needles. I wrapped my arms around me.