Invisible

THREE

THREE

“How is she?” the voice asks.

“She had made no progress. We were to locate her tombstone, but like the usual, meddled with it.

“She talked to a living spirit?” the voice asked in shock

“No,” the angel knew that He could see everything, but He still loved hearing the stories from his guardians’ point of view. “She thought he had already died.”

The voice laughed boisterously. He was always interested in meddles of His creations. But among them, he was particularly more focused on his assignment’s. This disturbed the angel a little bit. It was He who told the angel to stay with his assignment. The angel was ready for a new one. The angel knew the rules, he was not allowed to feel what he was feeling towards his assignment, but He had insisted that the angel were to stay with her and guide her.

“What shall I do now?”

“Nothing. You have been the best guardian to her. I tell you to support her decisions. I have plans for all of them, no matter how unexpected they are.”

Among all, his’ was the one He never acted upon. He just lets the angel’s assignment decide on whatever she pleases. It seems as though He had made extra plans especially for her decisions.

“Did he wake up?” the voice asked.

“He did.”

“And?”

“He can still see her.”

The voice was silent for a couple of seconds. The angel had almost thought this was not part of The Plan for her. But then, He speaks again.

“Yes. Good. It is all according to The Plan.”

“That was not The Plan you had laid out to me.” The angel could not help but question Him.

“This is a different Plan.” A smile was almost evident in his voice. “This is the better Plan to be precise.”

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“Right,” the lady in the immaculate lab coat smiles, “you are now fit to be released from ICU. And we should be able to let you go in a couple of days.” Spencer nods at her. She takes her clipboard and exits through the glass doors.

“Kelly?” he calls out to the air around him.

“I’m here.” I reply, coming out from behind the curtains. He seemed anxious whenever I disappeared into some corner when one of the staff comes in to check on him. I caught him a looking anxiously at the door several times, as if he was willing it to bring in a visitor. But when quiet hours came around and still only medical staff came through that glass door, he would just sigh and go to sleep.

In other news, Gaby has been disappearing more and more recently. But whenever I ask him where he’s been, he just half smiles and messes with my hair.

Something is suspicious here. But I shrug it off, he always disappears anyway. And I have a new friend!

Sometime at noon, after Spencer had been transferred to a regular room, a nurse walked in with a tray of various medicine. She picked out one of the vials, her mouth in a thin line. She injected Spencer with the prescribed medicine, like she does every couple of hours. Then Spencer is soon fast asleep. Spirits don’t sleep. It’s not that we refuse to; it’s just that we really can’t.

I liked Spencer’s new room better. It didn’t smell like death. He was placed on the fifth floor; the room was small, but neat. The door was on the far left of the rectangular room, the bathroom door right next to it. On the other and of the same side was a small closet. Then there was Spencer’s hospital bed not to far in front of it, his dextrose on the right side of the bed, and a side table on the left. Then a mini fridge under it. In front of his bed was a small TV; to its right was a glass sliding door that leads to the small balcony.