He moved sluggishly and got up from the cold floor. He was still unsure and confused of where he was and why he had to see those memories. He grinded his teeth, the bitterness and resent not subsiding.
His throat was clouded with the illusion of thick moss that constricted his breathing. He felt himself floating and at the same time nauseated. His surroundings humid, the only thing he could hear was the low blowing of air from what could be——the air-conditioner.
The lighting in his surroundings was dim. The only source of light was from the corners of the curtain in the area of what he thought was the balcony, providing him with the sense of orientation of the spacious and bare room: far from him was a dining table with four chairs, a lamp was hanging on top of it. To his back was the balcony shaded by a thick curtain, to his right was a small sofa set and a center table, around it was a passage leading to a room. He was taken aback. His brows furrowed with the familiarity. Then a realization dinged. His eyes widened and his mouth gape.
The place he was now was what he saw in Brooklyn's memories!
He was confused. Amidst his confusion an indescribable pain came from his stomach, he winced and bowed his body and clutched his stomach. He gasped when the pounding in his head turned into needle spikes, it covered his frontal lobe, vibrating his brain. He smacked his head to the floor but the pain in his forehead didn't amount to the scalding pain inside his skull. Everything in his body became more apparent as he regained consciousness and grasped reality. His body and his consciousness were becoming one and the more time passes the more destructive the pain became.
Every part, every inch, nothing was spared.
Everywhere hurts.
He tried to stand up but he found no strength. When he looked at his leg, he saw a thin pale long leg, he crunches the toes, feeling numb and cold. With the small amount of light, he could even distinguish a bit of the prominent green-colored blood vessels. His gaze landed at the hands, it was so thin that the skin seemed to become silk wrapping around the thin bones.
As time went by, he started to muddle. His ears were hot, his nose stuffy, his eyes stung and sore, his hands and feet cold; his skin was covered with painful tingling as if he was lying on thumbtacks that moving makes matters worse. The corners of his body were hot, his scalp numb and itchy.
His mind went to Brooklyn's memories and he realized the probability that he might be in Brooklyn's body as this was the scene where Brooklyn just woke up from his relapse and had a fever. Two days from now the older brother——Carlyle will call and force him to go to the city.
But that will not happen.
If he is in Brooklyn's body, he needs to live!
Considering the fervent fever it was like his body was submerged in flames making him extremely parched.
"Hot…"
How can a child survive from this pain? He always had a soft spot towards children. His age was equivalent to becoming Brooklyn's father that's why his heart couldn't stop feeling pity and remorseful.
The pain was unbearable.
His consciousness and entire being weren't Brooklyn in the slightest. He wasn't masochistic and tolerant. He hated being sick, hated the heavy feeling. But right now, he could only groan and force the weak body for his survival.
His consciousness started to dwindle as the feelings around his body and his consciousness reached the peak of its merging. It was unbearable like hell. Even though he was born poor and had to climb and fend for himself, he was lucky enough to be healthy and not sickly.
The sudden change within his body made his brain ache more, the fever made his throat parched. He could even feel his lips dry and cracked. He gasped low as he clenched his teeth to forbid his jaw from clattering due to coldness.
If he goes with Brooklyn's memories the phone will have the cousin's number on the speed dial. He traced Brooklyn's memory, remembering where it was last placed. Under the table, a glint could be seen.
It was Brooklyn's phone.
He painstakingly crawled towards the phone, his body convulsed from the pain and coldness, He grabbed the phone with trembling hands. His eyes blurred, watery dews covering it, he blinked and sniffed, his mind fazed. He gasped a shaky breath and focused all his energy on typing.
Everywhere started spinning around him. His stomach lurched and his body arched to the ground but nothing came out. The phone fell to his lap and slid down to the floor with a soft 'la'.
"Hah..ha..." He gasped and his body trembled from the tremor. His heart started to hurt from the excessive stress, his breathing labored and a surge of coughs came from his lungs.
He coughed, pain erupted from his dry throat. His lungs felt like a t-shirt being inverted, his body shook from the core. He bit his lips and gulped down the coughing, otherwise, he would feel his lungs coming out from his body. It rings his ears and makes him dizzy. He didn't like the feeling at all. He hurriedly grabbed the phone again.
The password came out wrong.
He cursed his bad luck as he tried to retype it again letter by letter with his shaking point finger. Finally, it opened. He went to the dialer and pressed the speed dial and it started ringing. The phone fell with a thump as he curled beside it trying his best to calm his cough.
Tears streamed from his face. He felt hopeless as fear crept into him. Pictures of vague unknown yet known memories, scenes of the past that haunted him surfaced, flashed quickly as it came not allowing him to register, but sometimes the picture stilled and the scene plays that stabbed his being to despair.
He could only choke a sob as he tried to run away from his memories.
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To be continued…