Oliver did not know what to say anymore, the pieces of glass pricked his feet, but he did not feel the pain. His mind was surrounding the fact that, she was alive. He killed her with his own hands. How could she be alive? He laughed and cried at the same time. Suddenly, he saw the young lady come towards him. He raised his hands and said, "You can't be her. You can't!" He was in complete denial.
The young lady continued moving towards him. She claimed, "I am her. She is me." He looked at her in disbelief.
"Even if you don't believe me, it is true."
"How are you alive?"
"Sophie."
"She knew?"
"She knew."
"Explain."
"Right now, I can't."
"You have to. That year, you didn't clear my doubts. Now, after so long, you are doing the same."
The lady looked at Robert. She was unwilling to tell them her story, especially at a time like this.
Robert proposed, "You can come with us tomorrow. We both need some answers. It would be better to ask the person who is related to all of these things."
Oliver nodded his head mechanically. He got up from the ground and limped towards his room. The lady signaled her husband Robert to take him to his room, concern clearly visible on her face. Robert nodded and went to support his brother. He leaned on Robert's arm. It seemed that no longer he had the strength in him. Robert sat his brother down on the bed and went to fetch the first-aid kit from the cupboard.
He squatted down beside the bed and took his brother's left foot and placed it on his knee. He groaned in pain. He took the tweezers out from the first-aid kit and very carefully tried to pull out the shards of glass from his wounds. He walked from his room to his own and some pieces of glass penetrated deep. He rubbed the affected area with alcohol, and carried on the first aid. His brother was oblivious to the pain.
'How much emotional pain is he in to ignore this physical pain?', he pondered, while his wife was standing at the doorway watching in concern.
"Will… Will he be okay?" her light melodious voice was now hoarse.
"I hope so." They nodded their heads in understanding. She retreated to her room allowing Robert to continue treating his brother.
"I think I need to call the doctor." He finished removing most of the glass shards, but it was better to call the doctor, so, he called his family doctor, who was also present downstairs. He came at once, "What happened?"
"Well, he got cut by broken glass. I have already given him the necessary first-aid, but it would be better if you take a look."
"Okay."
The doctor examined his wound, and said in a grim tone, "What was he doing to step on so much of broken glass? Anyway, I have prescribed some medicines for him. Let him take those. I see that you have already taken out most of the glasses from his cut, so there is no need to worry."
He was relieved to hear the doctor's words. He went downstairs along with the doctor, as he needed to be present in his own reception.