(Elaine’s POV)
(Scene after Asher and Elaine were eating their breakfast)
The surrounding air feels heavy I feel like choking. After they told Asher to go home, these seven people not far from me—my aunt and my uncle, Miss Jonas and Mister Michaelis, Mister Rupert and two other people who I’m not familiar with—all of them were having a staring competition of their own. Suddenly my aunt paced beside me and grabbed my shoulders as she broke into one of her fake smiles.
“Gentlemen, I told you that she needs proper care at home. You know how she is when she’s out here in the community, right?” My aunt stated, as if strengthening the fact that I’m mentally ill.
One of the unknown man—a male with a wavy golden hair and short beard, his blue eyes has a glimpse of crystal icy blue in it, and his fugure towers most of the people present inside this room—glanced sliently at me.
Again the room fell silent, before the other guy beside the tall guy spoke,
(Asher’s POV) I tapped impatiently on the dinner table while my mind is filled with thoughts. Once in awhile I would grunt, and my deep thinking finaly ended when I couldn’t think of any solution at all. I got up from the dinner table and sauntered to the sofa to lie down there. Back in the hospital, unexpectedly, I got to listen the real situation as to why Elaine have such high suicidal intent in the first place. “Her parents’ death weren’t the trigger to her anxiety and depression. Instead…” The flashback paused and was now added with a new image in mind about a couple of corporate entering the ward room. I’ve seen her horrified face before but it’s the first time she’s terrorized she literally became frozen stiff. My gaze then wandered to the couple. Now wonder Elaine was so terrified of them, these two corporates in front of me… doesn’t have any feeling of love at all in their eyes. “…She’s traumatized by her own uncle and aunt who took c
Ryan pulled a long face while he strutted through the hallway of the hospital, a big sized eco bag filled with containers of food dangling on his right shoulder. Under such unbearable pressure to rant, plus the surrounding that smells nothing but antiseptic which made his head spun, Ryan mumbled to himself. “First you told me you can’t go to school because you’re sick, and now you want me to bring you some food to the hospital? What am I, your mom?” His rant ended—when he arrived in the entrance of the VIP ward which Asher had told him about—replaced with a calm face he tried so hard to construct. He spent a few minutes solely staring emptily at the lavish, dark colored sliding door which separates the room from the other common ward while wondering why his friend chose such ward out of all other ward rooms. ‘Oh, right. His mother is rich, so he might receive some kind of special treatment.’ Ryan thought while pulling the door open. What met his eyes the firs
(Asher’s POV) “Oh!” A female nurse with a metal trolley in front of her exclaimed softly as she covered her mouth. “Pardon me.” Her tone sounded guilty. “No no, it’s alright.” Asher frantically squirmed on his seat, trying to put Elaine onto the bed with one hand holding the food container and the other one holding a fork. Meanwhile, Ryan is holding to dear life, making sure he didn’t die from choking because he’s trying to stifle his laugh from looking at Asher’s awkward attempt. “Give me a few moments, Miss Nurse. I’ll get up from the bed.” Asher said in a restrained voice, his eyes widened when Elaine’s head was about to slip off from his chest and fell onto the floor beside the bed. “No, it’s okay.” The nurse raised both of her hand before waving them, signaling a no. “I’ll just place the food tray here. You can wake her up later, but please do so when the food is still warm.” She informed, her hands swiftly took out a metal food tra
(Asher’s POV) I froze on my seat, trying to register the sight I just see in front of my eyes. Meanwhile, Rufus made himself comfortable by sitting in front of Ryan, even nibbling the fries which Ryan just bought for himself. Ryan chuckled and pushed the large paper packaging of fries to Rufus’s front. “I’ve read your messages. You want to know about Elaine Ozark, right?” Rufus paced his gaze between us. Ryan nodded his head, followed by me. “Okay.” He finished the fries inside his mouth first before he began. “So, what you guys wanna know about her?” “Wait.” I raised my hand a stop, my forehead creased into a look of conflict. “I didn’t hear anything about Rufus the one helping us.” I said while shooting Ryan conflicted glances. Ryan blinked his eyes a bit, before he gave me an answer. “You didn’t ask?” He’s definitely trying to defend himself, this sneaky bastard. “Wait, Ryan. You didn’t tell him that it’s me?” Now it’s Rufus
(Asher’s POV) Is that a nurse or a doctor? Maybe. But I’m pretty sure doctors and nurses won’t wear a suspicious looking top hat while utterly clad in black. I started to quicken my pace. Unfortunately, the figure noticed me and scurried away as fast as it could. Warily, I flung open the door, but not too much to produce any sound that could wake Elaine up. It’s almost 10 in the evening, and I’m not going to the hospital to get sent home again by her. For a few moments, I adjusted my eyes to the dim surrounding of the ward. At the end of the room, Elaine is snoozing on the bed, her back facing the windows. The moonlight that comes through in between the window curtains is bright, but I still couldn’t clearly see my surrounding except the area near the windows. Seeing how calm she look in her sleep, her peaceful face is enough to calm the worry I have in me, but it was only awhile when I realized there’s something on the bed table. I carefully
For any of the café visitors of that sunny evening, the two figures who were sitting silently at a table—not uttering any word or not even moving except subtle movements—look like a living mannequin, brilliantly elegant in addition of their highlighted features due to the ray of sunlight. Suddenly one of the figures—with a long silky hair and slanted eyes—who’s actually none other than Inspector Carl Heinz raised one of his hand to shield himself from the burning sun. “Ugh…” He softly moaned. “Remind me again why we chose this kind of place?” Nathan—who’s sitting in front of Carl—cleared his throat. “I’m very sorry for burdening you, but we couldn’t really let ourselves be seen in public. Her eyes are everywhere.” Nathan said before darting his eyes to the endless flow of customers of the café. Not too far from him, a group of people were seen having some idle chat with each other. Though he doubt it they were simply just hanging out. After all, what kind of
(Asher’s POV) “Son, long time no see!” My mother exclaimed from afar as she sashayed near the table where I sat. At a glance, you can never tell that she’s my mother based on her youthful looks and strong personality. With jet black hair and eyes the color of fury amber, anyone who glanced at her will found themselves entranced, but ladies and gentlemen, she is my mother, so mind your own business. She blew a sigh and fanned her light brown button up shirt as she sat down on the chair across me. Putting her outer coat on the chair beside her, she crossed her legs and shifted her seat to face me straight. Then, she bloomed a wide, happy grin, the one I loved seeing forming on her face. “Long time no see, mom.” I gently replied. With all the depressing things happening around me, I forgot that I have this ray of sunshine still by my side. The one who supports me from the sidelines, the one who secretly cheers for me throughout my life, and the one who tries her
(Asher’s POV) I was woken up when I choked my breath. That, was what I initially thought but common sense betray me here in The Flesh, when what I actually choked was blood which had gotten inside my mouth when I found myself almost drowned in a huge lake of blood. Luckily, the lake is much shallow than it look. I turned to my surrounding to see the level of blood is just below my knee when I stood up. But still, my clothes are drenched in blood, which I’m convinced will surprise my mother when I got back to the real world. IF, I managed to get back there. For one more time, I darted my eyes to the new surrounding of The Flesh. This time is a bit different than the last time, where I stood in a cavernous place—the interior is still fleshy red—but instead of damp, soft and dry ground, the ground I’m stepping on is flooded with blood until as far as my eyes can see. I squinted my eyes to perceive my surroundings. While in constant confusion, I h