A MARK FROM THE PAST

FIONA'S POV

My eyes slowly opened as I groaned at the sudden pain in my legs. I inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of antiseptic. Gosh, where am I?

Then came a low beeping sound. I gently looked to the left and there were machines and drip bags.

I was at the hospital, why? I tried moving but my body ached a lot. Then flashes of my accident came to me.

The bright light and me flying through the air.

“Ouch..” I moaned as the memory slowly became vivid.

“Yes, the doctor attending to her is in the operation theatre, sir. I will check her vitals and examine her.” I looked to the door, an average height female doctor walked in with a young man.

“Okay. Oh, she's awake! Thank heavens.” The tall young man with broad shoulders and long brown hair exclaimed.

The doctor examined me quietly with a smile on her face.

“How are you?”

I opened my mouth to speak but I stuttered instead.

“It's okay, you've been here for a week now, I don't expect you to be back to normal. Your brother is here to—”

“Whoa. No doc. She is not my sister.”

“Oh, sorry. You look so alike. While running tests on you, Dr. Ash found out you have severe aplastic anaemia. So this accident was almost fatal due to the excessive loss of blood. We are grateful you didn't go into shock.”

I'm not. I should've just died from there. Now and six months, doesn't make it any different.

“E-Excuse me Doc. Who…is this..man?”

She looked at him briefly. “I think he would answer that himself. Please excuse me.”

“And yes,” she stood by the door, “Please don't touch your wounds or bandages. We’re still trying to control the blood flow. Dr. Ash will be back soon.” With that she left with the strange man.

I had this weird feeling about him. Not a bad one though.

“Hi, my name is Damien. I'm sorry about the sister thing. And weirdly, she is not the one who said it.”

I managed a smile. But I kept looking at him.

“Okay. But…”

“Yeah. I'm so sorry. I'm…I'm the one that hit you that night...”

Oh. He is here to ensure I don't die and he walks away free. I sighed and closed my eyes to sleep.

“Excuse me, miss.” I looked at him again. “That dotted circle near your left elbow, is that a tattoo?”

I looked at it, then looked back at him. “No, it's been there all my life.”

I noticed a change in his demeanor like he just realized something, or something wasn't making sense to him.

He raised his sleeves up to his left elbow and I saw the exact same mark on his arm.

“Sorry, what are your parents' names?”

“Please, leave me alone.” I turned the other way, closed my eyes again.

I heard the door open and close. What was his problem? I looked at the dotted circle he spoke about.

It had never occurred to me to wonder why I had that. And my mom never told me about it. And why did he have a similar one? Could he…No..No.

Maybe I'm overthinking. God, my head hurts I need to shut my eyes.

~~

After I woke, there was a bit of a ruckus outside. I couldn't hear much but it was about a transfer.

Moments later, the door opened and the doctor I met earlier, came in with another doctor.

“Hello, how are you doing? I'm Doctor Ash.”

“I'm feeling a bit dizzy.”

“Okay. Long story short, we are transferring you to a more equipped hospital in Sancoria–”

“What!” I coughed a bit. “Why?”

“Oh no! Look, you're coughing out blood. It's okay, your medical bill has already been paid for. The hospital there is more equipped and advanced in treating this condition. Is that okay ma’am.”

I nodded as I laid down on the bed and hoisted me onto a stretcher. Dr. Ash approached me with a syringe.

“It's going to be fine. I'm just going to sedate you a little for the trip. You will be fine.”

I nodded as she did her thing. Once she was done, the nurses pulled out the stretcher. And the last thing I saw before my eyes went black was Damien.

“Let's get you home.”

~~

I opened my eyes to a well-lit hospital room, with my bed close to the glass windows, I could see the refreshing view.

Where am I now?

“Oh dear.. she's awake.” Then followed by a sobbing sound. I turned to the direction of the voice.

An older couple sat beside my bed with two other young men.

“W-who are you? And where am I?” I looked at them like they were going to take my organs. Oh Universe! I didn't want to die like this.

“Calm down.” The young guy with long, black, flowing waves said. “You are in Sancoria.”

“Sancoria. Sancoria.” Wait! What the hell am I doing in Sancoria?

“You were transferred for a treatment. Remember?” He asked looking at me like I was crazy.

What the–

Oh yes. Slowly the memory came back to me. That doctor told me about the transfer.

“And you are?”

“My name is Vale. This is Xavier, my brother. And these are our parents. I'm sure you've met Damien. Sorry for the accident he caused.”

“Okay. Why are you here staring at me and thanking God I woke up? You're not here for my organs are you?”

Vale smirked a bit and his dimples showed.

“No, we're not. We are waiting for the results to come back.”

“What results?” The door opened and the guy at the hospital back at New Virkins showed up.

“Ahh.. she's awake. That's perfect timing.” He was dressed in a lab coat.

“You're a doctor. Okay, this is looking really bad. Just tell me if you're going to kill me.”

“Let me see that.” The woman who had been silently watching me since I woke up finally spoke.

“Oh dear. It's her. It's really her. Look, Charles.”

“Would you guys like to explain?” The one called, Xavier finally spoke up.

The old man shook his head slowly for a moment. “We are truly sorry my dear children.”

The men were looking at their parents with shocked and confused eyes.

What was I doing in the middle of this family drama? I had run away from drama to meet another one. I hadn't even had time to process my chaos.

“She is indeed your long lost sister.” The woman said as she broke down in tears.

What the fuck did she say? The guys stiffened as they looked at me.

“We gave her that tattoo so we could identify her when we find her. But we didn't see her after years of searching.”

“Please stop this joke. Can I see a real doctor? I feel a bad headache coming.”

“Not joking, dear. You were found in a pink basket, right? Is your name not Fiona?”