“I may never get the chance to say this again, but I need you to know that I am sorry. Zera, I am sorry for everything. I wish you could believe me and know that I speak the truth. I never meant to hurt you, nor did I desire to see your heart and trust broken. I will always live in regret for what I did to you and for what I did to Levi.”
Silence dwelt for a while, so the only sound he heard was the heart monitor beeping, “I have taken everything from you, and I am indeed selfish. I hope you know I did everything humanly possible to keep you alive, but all my efforts have proved useless, and I have no other choice. We cannot say goodbye to you just yet. I know I cannot.”
As he said those words, his hand holding onto hers transformed from that of a human to that of a furry werewolf. His fingers grew out into white, sharp claws, and he dug them into the skin of her hand. He brought her wrist up to his mouth as his fangs grew out, and he dug them into her wrist, feeling the blood that gushed out on his lips.
His tears dropped.
He dropped her hand back to her side and withdrew his as it transformed back into its human form.
“I hope you someday forgive me.” He rose from his seat and leaned in, placing a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room.
.
Zera’s lashes pulled apart as her consciousness returned to the loud beeping of the heart monitor standing beside her on the left side.
Her eyes did a quick scan of her environment, trying to decipher what could have led her to this moment, but finding no such memory. Where was she, and how did she get here?
These questions demanded answers, but the room was void of anyone who could give them.
She heard the speeding car down the street as if she weren’t in the room. The machine beside her wasn’t helping either, and its noise grew with every passing moment. She heard laughter coming from the side of the door, and her eyes darted there.
Her head ached from the noise happening around her, and it felt as if it would explode the very next second. She pressed her hands to her ears and shut her eyes. This had to be a nightmare, one she would wake up from in no time, but as her eyes opened back up, she was still here, trapped in the room where all the noises were coming from. Her heart raced faster than it had ever done, and sweat broke out on her face. Becoming fed up, she slammed her hand against the noisy heart monitor, and the machine flew and smashed against the wall, reducing the noise.
She sighed.
The door opened the next second, and a young nurse walked in. She was looking to be in her early twenties, in blue scrubs and with a notepad in her hand.
She realised she was at the hospital. She didn’t remember how she got here, but she feared it had to have been something serious.
The nurse slowed down on her step at the sight of her, surprised to see her awake, and Zera wondered why she was surprised. The nurse, whose name tag read Abigail, didn’t move any closer, and as her eyes saw the machine lying in the room’s corner, she panicked, and her heartbeat sped up.
Zera didn’t know why this nurse’s heartbeat was racing or why she could hear it so loud, but she needed it to stop because the headache slowly made its way back with the noise.
“Your heart is beating too loud. It’s giving me a headache,” she told the nurse, who now trembled in her stand. “Why are you trembling?” she asked, but all she got in response was silence and a more racing heartbeat.
She told her, “Go. Go call the doctor,” and the nurse scrambled out of the ward at the same moment.
She thought that was the weirdest thing she had ever encountered.
The noises had reduced, which was better than before, but her aching head persisted. Hopefully, the doctor would find a solution, she thought.
A few minutes later, the doctor walked in, and, just like the nurse, he was surprised to see her awake.
Did something terrible happen? She wondered.
“Ms Adams, you’re awake.”
“Were you hoping I wouldn’t wake?” She raised a brow at him.
He laughed, and it came off nervous in her ears: “Of course not. We always hope for the best with our patients, but your case was quite different. You see, you were involved in a fatal accident and were brought in here. You weren’t going to make it through the evening, and nurse Abigail here came in to take your final recordings before we pulled the plugs and found you awake.”
She had stopped following him after he said it was a fatal accident. She had a scattered memory of the accident, but she thought it was a dream. It wasn’t a dream.
She had been in a terrible accident, and the doctor had already concluded that she would not make it. Here she sat now with no scratch or pain except for the noise-induced headache that she currently experienced.
“I will check your vital signs and then inform your family of your recovery. They will all be delighted.”
She wondered who the family he spoke of was, but she didn’t think too much about it. She tried to avoid anything that would strain her brain and cause more headaches. The doctor moved closer, and his eyes caught the heart monitor on the floor in a broken shape. Then he turned to look at her with weary eyes.
“Did you do that?”
She pressed her lips together and nodded. “Yes, I did. It was noisy.” She explained, and though his eyes narrowed on her, he asked no further questions.
He ran a few physical tests on her to check all her vital organs and realised she was fine. Then he moved to unwrap her head from the bandage thereon, hoping to check the injury she sustained. When they came off, he examined them closely before mumbling, “There is no trace of the wound” to himself.
He stepped back and stared at her as if she were an alien. “That’s medically impossible,” he stated, and just like the nurse earlier, his heartbeat rose at an unsteady rate.
“Am I okay, doctor?” she asked, and he nodded.
“Yes, it would appear so, but there is no way this could have just happened. It seems like a miracle,” he took a step back before saying. “I am glad to still have you here with us. I will inform your family that you’re awake. We will conduct further tests in the morning.”
He said and stepped out of the ward-more like running.
Zera paid little attention to them; all she wanted now was food and quietness.