Chapter 57: Boredom Effect
Dexter felt no urge to resist his boss—this wasn’t the first time he’d been pressured into signing something. Besides, he had nowhere else to be, and a part of him was slowly accepting his fate.
A week had passed, and he was still in the hospital—but somehow, his injuries kept getting worse.
According to the doctors, the injuries he sustained from the fall alone weren’t enough to cause such severe damage—at least, not to the best of their knowledge.
This led him to believe he had somehow brought Daylan’s wounds into reality, further reinforcing the idea that he had truly lived as Daylan. But even if he did recover, there was nothing he could do about it.
He coughed up blood uncontrollably, his vision blurring to the point where he was nearly blind. It felt like he was finally getting what he had secretly wanted—death.
But somehow, the doctors said he would survive, but at a cost. The news irritated him, yet, once again, there was nothing he could do.
With each passing day, his condition worsened, his vision growing blurrier by the hour. Many of his fans went out of their way to find the hospital where he was being treated, hoping to offer their condolences and show their support.
In truth, they were the only ones who gave him a reason to keep living. And yet, as time went on, he couldn’t see them at all.
It was late into the night, and Daylan had already spent nearly two weeks in the hospital. By now, his limbs had improved slightly, though they were still in plaster casts. He could move a little, but every motion came with pain.
Dexter couldn’t sleep. He simply lay there, listening to the quiet in the distance, waiting for sleep to finally take him. That’s when he heard a smooth, gentle voice—so tender it could lull a baby to sleep.
He wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him again—just as it had when it convinced him he had lived as Daylan. Still, he chose to ignore it.