Crash Landing [✓]

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Chapter Sixteen | WHAT WOULD I HAVE DONE IF I LOST YOU?

When my eyes flickered open, it was as if there were two flashlight beams shining into them, flooding my soul with warm, bright light. With life. Everything I looked at was illuminated by the new timed accents.

Shouldn't I be dead?

I did experience a bomb explosion after all. Or was it just a terrible nightmare, after watching yet again another adventurous movie to escape my mundane life? I wouldn't put it past my imagination to conjure up the bizarre things that had happened to me for the heck of it. It was overreactive and very predictable like that.

When I was a child, I convinced myself that Aliens had taken over the world and my parents too were of their cults, just because it was the way I made sense of them sending me to bed when it wasn't even 8PM yet.

As if answering my question, my eyes started to recall the atrocious events of what lead to me being in the explosion, and the fact that my surroundings were all sleek white and fine marble; I was in some sort of a hospital room, but this wasn't the hospital I was used to for sure.

Only then, did I come to realise the shitload of pain, coursing through my body. On each of my arms there were great purple welts that would only deepen over the coming week. Against my ghostly skin they appeared grotesque; a sharp pain was also shooting up my legs and settling in my stomach, my guts felt weak.

I couldn't even tell if something had broken within me, all I could do was stare at the wires attached to me and the monitoring system, beating rhythmically beside me.

It was only then, the events leading to this moment became crystal clear. Because although I had been in the middle of an explosion, a bomb attack, I had actually miraculously survived.

He had saved me.

I remembered the debris falling around me, engulfing me, as it inflicted wounds and bruises on me, ruthlessly. I was weak, and trying to crawl away from bursting into flames along with my silken curtains and furniture. That was when my mind started to slow down on me, not willing me to move, and try to survive.

There were images replaying in my head of all my loved ones, and I could see Milo, again and again. He was always in my mind rent free, but I had known when my mind had conjured up all the beautiful images of him, that he was actually not very far from me.

It was as though the visuals of him came to life, and there he had been, running through flames towards me, as cliche as ever, his face marred with scars and battle wounds of his own, screaming at me to stay awake, because he couldn't lose me too.

"Don't you dare leave me." He all but cried out, hands fisted in my hair.

There was no response from me though, and I felt his body shake against mine.