The Demon Inside (Discontinued)

The Guilt

Wallace POV

I woke up slowly and gained consciousness before finding out that I couldn't feel my body at all. I opened my eyes to see bright white lights around me and I was on a white bed in a white room. I immediately realized I was in a hospital when I found myself covered in bandages.

Why...- Why am I here? What the fuck happened?

I saw mom sitting on a chair next to the bed with her head on my hand. She was asleep.

"Ma?", I tried to say but nothing came out.

My throat is that dry...? How long have I been here?!

I tried to move my hand but I had no energy. When I opened my eyes some more, I couldn't see everything as my field of view was limited due to the thick bandages.

That night... Sarah...

Sarah!

SARAH!

I used my telekinesis to move mom's head to wake her up while the beeping sound coming from my left got faster. Just using a little bit of my power had me tired and out of breath.

She woke up startled and rubbed her eyes for a second before looking at me and making eye contact with me. I could feel the look of shock on her face as she immediately began to cry and hugged me tightly while I couldn't feel anything. I tried to say at least one word but my throat was too dry.

She began to sob loudly as guilt settled into me and then a nurse came rushing in. "He's awake?!", she asked in surprise.

"Do you need anything?!", mom asked sharply, "Water? Do you need water?!"

I nodded.

"Get him some water, please!", she told the nurse as she got me a glass of water a moment later.

Mom held the glass for me and I drank it up immediately. I couldn't tell if it was warm or just lukewarm but I didn't care. My throat felt somewhat better.

"It's a miracle...", she began to cry again.

"I really thought it would take him a few years.", said the nurse.

What do you mean by that?!

"Don't worry, sweetie. It's only been three weeks.", mom wiped her tears and smiled at me.

Three weeks?!

"I'll get Dr Green for you.", said the nurse before she walked away.

Mom sat down on the chair and held my hand for a bit before a middle-aged man came in wearing a white coat. "You're awake?", he smiled at me.

Hmm, not too sure about that.

"I'll explain. You have fourth degree burns all over your body and you were found barely breathing in a semi-comatose state. By the time we brought you here, it was no longer just semi-comatose. Good news is that it's only been three weeks. I'm honestly surprised it's not something like three years, know what I mean?"

"Do you need anything right now?", he said as he handed me a journal along with a pen. "You can write in short forms, that's no problem."

I wrote in terrible handwriting as I was barely able to get a grip on the pen, "Is Sarah ok?"

He whispered to my mom, "Who's Sarah?"

"Oh, you've seen her. The young dark brown haired girl? Remember?", she whispered back.

"Oh, her! She's fine. Why do you as- Oh.", he paused for a moment, "She was with you that night, wasn't she? Boy, I felt so guilty when we had to literally push her out because visiting hours were over."