Chapter 148
Revived
Megan’s POV:
I tried and I slowly open my eyes, with lethargy giving way to clarity.
The visitors worried faces come into focus, and I try to speak, my voice barely a whisper.
“W… where… where am I?” I asked them.
“You are in safe hands!” They tell me.
One of them helps me sit up, their hand supporting my back.
“You are in a hospital, Megan. But we need to get you out of here. Now.” They say.
My mind races, memories flooding back.
“I think I was poison… I was poisoned!” I told them.
The visitors exchange a nervous glance, their eyes filled with concern.
“Megan, we will hear your side if the story, but for now we need to get you out of here.” They say.
“No, I cannot escape. I will be going against the law!” I replied.
“Megan, you don’t understand. You’re in danger here. They’ll keep controlling you, manipulating you. We need to get you out.” They try to make me know.
But I’m resolute. I won’t leave now.
I need to get justice. Enough is enough.
I try to stand, my legs wobbly, but the visitors help me steady myself.
“I’m staying,” I say, my voice firm.
The visitors look at each other, then back at me, their faces filled with a mix of understanding and frustration.
“We understand,” one of them says. “But we can’t stay here. You cannot stay here too!” They say.
“Please, Megan, come with us.” They beg.
But I’m determined. I am here to get justice for myself no matter what it takes. I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I’m staying.” I insist.
“I need justice,” I say, my voice firm and resolute.
“I can’t just leave without making sure those responsible for what happened to me are held accountable. I need to know the truth about what happened to me, and I need to make sure it never happens to anyone else.” I tell them.
The visitors look at each other, then back at me, their expressions softening.
“We understand,” one of them says.
“We’ll help you get the justice you deserve. But we need to be careful.” They cautioned.
“The people behind this are powerful and dangerous. We don’t want you to get hurt again.” I understood their perspective.
I nod, determination burning within me.
“I understand your concerns, but I’m not going to run,” I say, shaking my head.
“I’ll stay here and face whatever charges they throw at me. I’ll fight to clear my name and get to the truth, even if it means staying in jail.” I tell them.
“I’m not going to let them win by fleeing. I’m going to stand my ground and prove my innocence.” I say.
The visitors look at each other, then back at me, their expressions a mix of frustration and admiration.
“Megan, you’re being stubborn,” one of them says.
“You are putting yourself in danger for no reason. We can help you, we have resources and connections that can get you out of here.” Jane looked on as she was almost in tears.
I shook my head, my voice firm.
“I’m not being stubborn, I’m being principled. I won’t run from the truth or from justice.” I say.
“I will face it head-on, even if it means sacrificing my own freedom. I’m not going to let them break me. I’m going to keep fighting, no matter what.” I say.
The visitors sigh, shaking their heads.
“We understand, Megan. But we are going to keep trying to help you, even if you don’t want us to. We’ll find a way to get you out of here, even if it is against your will.” Jane cut in.
I nod, a small smile on my face.
“I appreciate that. But for now, I’m staying put and fighting this the only way I know how.” I reply.
“I want to show them that they can’t silence me, that they can’t break me. I’m going to keep fighting for the truth, no matter what it takes.” I tell her.
Jane’s face falls, her eyes filled with a mix of frustration and worry.
She knows I am dug in, and there’s no changing my mind. She tries one last time, her voice soft and pleading.
“Megan, please reconsider. You are putting yourself in danger. We can help you, we can get you out of here.” Jane pleads.
I shake my head, my jaw set. “I appreciate your concern, Jane, but I’ve made up my mind. I’m staying, and I’m fighting.” I reveal.
Jane sighs, her shoulders slumping in defeat. She knows I’m not going to budge.
“Fine,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
“But know that we are not giving up on you. We’ll keep trying to help you, even if it’s from the outside.” Jane shrugs.
I nod, a small smile on my face.
“I appreciate that, Jane. But for now, I need to do this. I need to see this through, no matter what happens.” I reply.
Jane nods, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and understanding.
She knows I’m making a dangerous choice, but she also knows she can’t stop me. With a heavy heart, she is forced to stand by me.
As we sit there, locked in our own thoughts, the door suddenly opens and Dr. Lee walks in.
I’m surprised to see her, and my mind races with questions. What is she doing here at this point?
Does she know about the visitors? About my decision to stay and fight?
Dr. Lee’s eyes scan the room, taking in the scene before her. Her gaze lands on me, and she smiles softly.
“Megan, I see you’re awake. That’s great news.” She says as I wondered who told her that I was fine.
I nod, my eyes narrowing slightly.
“Dr. Lee, what are you doing here?” I ask.
She walks closer, her hands tucked into her pockets.
“I heard about your… visitors. I had to come and see you for myself.” She reveals.
My eyes flicker to Jane, who’s watching Dr. Lee with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.
“What do you know about them?” Jane asks, her voice cautious.
Dr. Lee’s smile grows wider.
“Let’s just say I have my ways of gathering information. But I’m here to help Megan. I want to help you uncover the truth about what’s happening to you.” She says.
“But that is not in your Job description… Lee!” Jane interrupts.
I study her face, searching for any sign of deception. But all I see is sincerity and concern.
And in that moment, I make a decision.
“Okay, Dr. Lee. I’ll trust you. But you have to promise me one thing, just make sure I get well.” I tell her as she nods happily.
I eye Dr. Lee warily, my mind racing with doubts. I remain silent, my expression unreadable, as I try to gauge her intentions.
Dr. Lee’s eyes lock onto mine, her gaze filled with a mix of understanding and persuasion. The silence stretches out between us, thick with tension, as we engage in a silent struggle of trust and distrust.