Chapter 229
- ASAMI -
It hit me like a wave the moment my mind and body became responsive to stimuli. My memories came crashing back to me all at once like a plague and what’s worse? I can actually feel an ache at the back of my head.
I bite my lower lip to hold in the groan that nearly leave my lips at the ache. I don’t know where I’m at yet and the last thing I want is to alert anyone, whoever it may be, that I’m awake. I try to move my wrists. It seems that I am not bound by anything. With a slow, revised motion, I twist my ankle gently. My feet are free as well.
This is when the courage to open my eyelids came and I spread them ajar slightly. My eyeballs avert to the corners of my eyes simultaneously as I try to get a glimpse of the environment subtly, doing my best to not raise the awareness of whoever and whatever lays in my surroundings.
How I’m alive. . . . Is something I cannot comprehend. I remember holding my gun to my face, right at my neck below my chin. I remember being hit with such a force that blacked me out completely on my face.
Yet I’m here. Not dead. It’s funny that even death eludes me when I crave it the most.
I raise my hand up subtly to touch my jaw. There is no scar. My face should be shattered beyond repair over a bullet wound that close by but it’s not. It doesn’t feel a day over smoothness.
“Finally snapped to life, I see.” A deep voice echoes. I can’t see the bearer of the voice but I know that tone anywhere, that familiarity is not missed even after what seems like a near identity crisis in my temporary state of unconsciousness.
And snapped back to life? How long have I been out?
“Owen.” I call with distaste, sitting up. “You maniac doctor, what did you do to me?!” I grit my teeth. My whole body throbs. I hope I wasn’t some kind of a new experiment to him. And if he did. . . experiment on me. . ., no matter now bad my condition was and the procedures he took may have been. . I hate to say that it worked and leaves me feeling like shit all over.