It hurts! It hurts so much, I feel like my body is on fire.
Someone help me! Please, I don't wanna die.
I don't like pain, please help me.
A little girl thought as she lay on a bed, her body covered in sweat.
"It's a high fever, my ladyship. It will go down soon, nothing to be worried about. Just give her this medicine and make her have plenty of sleep," a woman said.
"Thank you, doctor," a gentle woman with tears in her eyes said.
Mommy!! Mommy, hug me. I miss you... I don't know why, but I miss you. I feel like I haven't seen you forever.
The gentle woman then looked at the little girl and said worriedly, "Ara, why are you crying?"
Her face soon grew blurry as she looked at the little girl, like it had melted into haziness, and then darkness came in front of her eyes. After that, a jolt of pain woke her awake.
Coughing violently, tears streaking down her face as she tried to speak, only to hear silence.
Where am I? Why can't I speak?
Looking around, This is definitely my room, but why is it so quiet?
"So you woke up," a raspy voice said.
Celestira, startled, tried saying, Who are you, and what are you doing in my room?
He then said with a mocking laugh, "You have the same reaction as that half-braincelled described."
Half-braincelled? Now that I look at him properly...
Woah, he is so hot. He had hair black as ink, catching threads of sunlight that made it gleam dark blue. His skin was pale—almost too pale—like marble kissed by shadow.
And those eyes… a piercing shade of blue, cold and clear as the afternoon sky after rain, Celestira thought, blushing.
The man standing there also turned red and said, "I CAN HEAR WHAT YOU ARE THINKING!"
He can WHAT!!? So he heard all my embarrassing thoughts?! Celestira then buried her face in the blanket.
"Sigh..." his beautiful face frowned. "I don't have time to waste on you. I did my job, and my last step was to open your vocal cords and explain everything."
And then, with a snap—
Her throat loosened, and Celestira could talk again, but it felt like her throat was a cracked, heel-parched desert. She rasped, "Water..."
She looked around, and a glass of water quietly slipped past her and was placed on the nearby bed stand.
As Celestira looked at the water, she felt queasy. This isn't poison, Celestira, get a grip. This isn't poison!!
Her hands trembled as she held the glass, flashbacks of how she had almost died and the pain she experienced flooding back.
And then suddenly—
To be continued...