My body feels light, like I'm floating in midair. Gravity not standing a chance in leading me to its grasp. This feeling is—wonderful.
"He'll be fine," a voice boomed, breaking the feeling of flight as reality came crashing in and my body felt heavy again against soft cushion.
Sounds of footsteps faded. A familiar touch caressed my hair, and the scent of familiarity gave me a sense of security. "Wake up now, Qirk." His voice was raspy but its tone was like it was pleading.
"Dad," I managed to say, my voice hoarse from lack of use. How long had I been out. My eyes fluttered open to see the familiar grey-haired man with a scar running from his cheek to chin.
"I'm here, son." He sided the stray hair that covered my face. "I'm here."
"Where's Mom?"
"She's getting your paperworks done."
I did not reply as I did not know what to say. The silence grew eerily as the time ticked by.
"Why did you do that? Going to the Catacombs?" His voice rose higher—the voice of a leader, but still had an ounce of a caring father—and breaking the silence.
"I did not know. I thought it was just another hole on the ground." I positioned myself up into sitting. I did not feel any pain. My hands fondled around my chest, looking for a hole, but there was none.
"What do you mean by that?"
"There was a hole behind the Dome. And it lead to an underground passage."
"Another entrance," he said in a low volume, but still audible enough.
"Another?"
"Wait here, son," he said, now on its feet and on the way to the door.
"No, wait," I screamed but he was already gone. I sighed. What could he have meant.
I pushed myself in a sitting position. No pain. They had really done it, huh? No wounds despite how that metal object went pass through me.
As I stood upright, I walked around the grey room. There was nothing but the bed I laid in and a huge door that slid sideways. Getting past through it is pointless—it would only open for anyone besides the patient