Chapter Five

Laura's POV

"Put your mind at rest Laura, the doctor said she'll be fine," Mark reassured, holding my hand in his and drawing me close to him so my head rests on his chest.

Amar has been out for fifteen hours and I haven't blinked since then.

We are still at loss to what happened to her in the room before her deafening scream rang through the house and we found her right in the middle of the room lying motionlessly on the floor.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" he asked with a worried look on his stressed face. We are both stressed. 

"No," I replied looking away from him and back to my daughter. Over the past few hours, she has unconsciously been fighting herself on the bed and the doctor had to use restraint to prevent her from injuring herself.

"Now am worried for you Laura, you haven't slept nor eaten anything since we got here. You're been unfair to me. How do you expect me to cope when you fall sick too and am left to look after you both?" He blurted with mixed feelings; anger and worry, and if not for how serious the situation of things is I would have thought of him to be cute. To me, he always looks cute whenever he's worried.

"Okay," I give in with a short laugh and turn to go with him. We haven't moved five feet when I heard a loud gasp, her gasp.

I turned back abruptly to see her eyes open, this time she wasn't fighting herself, she just laid still on the bed.

"Get the doctor mark!" I screamed, rushing to her side to make sure she's okay.

"Amar?" The question in my voice was clear, I need to be sure she's okay. Like an answer to my unasked question, she blinked her eyes twice then continues staring blankly.

The doctor rushed to her side to check the monitors for her vitals then he brought out his flashlight to check her pupils.

"She's now conscious and her vitals are normal. Try talking to her and see if she will respond." He suggested.

"Amar" I called again hoping she will respond but she didn't. Mark squeezed my hand in reassurance while I hold back my tears.

"Give her some time, she'll come around. Her vitals are normal for one who just got out of a temporary coma." He concluded, giving Marks' shoulder a little squeeze before exiting the room.

I fell asleep holding her hands tightly in mine.

Amaris's POV

Light. 

Everywhere was illuminated but my vision is blurred.

"Amar." A distressed voice that sounded so distant called my name but I couldn't make out the face of whom it was. I blinked twice in a weak attempt to clear my blurry vision and even that little action was forced, my whole body felt paralyzed. 

Two figures joined the first one and they all stood before me but I could not tell them apart, all I could see was their body outline, I could hear them speak but those words I heard sounds like gibberish, nothing they say makes sense, I continued to listen till I couldn't keep my drowsy eyes open again then my vision went blank.

I passed out.

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"Urgh!" I made a croaky sound.

The light made my eyes hurt and I instinctively shut them back almost immediately then I tried again, opening it back slowly so my pupils could regulate the amount of light entering the eyes. 

My vision looks clearer now. This place is not as illuminated as I first thought, just that everything in here is painted white, like an... Hospital? the question in my head sounded clear. 

'Am I really in a hospital? In the real world or it brought me here too? Wasn't I in the dark a while ago, how did I get here?" Unanswered questions kept on surfacing in my mind. I couldn't figure out what place I am in or what sick game it has decided to play with me, I tried moving and that was when I realized I was lying in bed. 'Really? a bed?' 

I tried sitting up, an action I immediately regretted when a jabbing headache crashed on my temples, making my head spin.

"Arghh!" I cried out loud, loud enough to startle my sleeping mom whom I hadn't realized was here until she sprang up from the seat beside me. 

"Amaris, you're awake? What's wrong with you? Just stay put darling while I go get the doctor." She said worriedly, rushing out of the room in distress. Her face looks like that of someone who hasn't slept for days. 

'For days?' I found myself repeating the word over and over again.

Guess this is reality. I'm no longer trapped in the darkness.