Chapter 24: When the memories begin to return, get mean
Of course, nothing could come to him easily. He had been a fool to even think he could negotiate with those damn ’Gods’.
Those damn creatures had tricked him. He should have been clear about how he received everything. How he received the story, how he received his memories. Now, he looked like a fool. What an awful way to die for a second time.
Fucking coughing up blood after arguing with a Doctor? What an awful, horrible way to go. It made him look conceited. Like a fool. Ugh. It was embarrassing too. All he could taste was that damn, awful metallic taste in his mouth.
Awful.
His only hope was Lady Ava. He hoped that at least his last message of backtalk to them got through. It would hurt more if it came from someone like Lady Ava. She was so devout, it would shock them, no doubt. He hoped it hurt, hopefully more than the way he had died for the second time.
At least he couldn’t remember the first. A small, inconsequential gift, but still an important one. One did wonder how getting crushed felt, but thankfully his head had probably been crushed first.
"This damn man. In just a week I have to be in this damn, gaudy room twice?" Why did that sound like someone else’s voice? And why did it sound familiar?
"Hush! He can hear you!" Another voice, a woman, chastised.
"No he can’t! He’s fucking dead! Anyone who coughs up that much blood has to be!" The same male voice spoke up, frustrated.
"He isn’t d-dead!" A different female voice warbled.
Slowly, other things came into focus. Like how his whole body was on fire. From the tips of his toes to his damn fingers. Cass groaned, and the shocked gasps of several people could be heard.