I sincerely wish that when I woke up, it would all be a terrible nightmare and that I was actually mistaken. But after waking up and finding myself in the same body, I realized there was no running away from this situation. I had to think.
How did I enter this body?
I don't remember reading a book or watching a show. Usually, isn't that how transmigration works? You read a book or watch something and before you know it, TADA! Your waking up as the main lead or character from whatever story you saw.
Honestly, as much as I love to read, I did not have time to do that because of work and juggling family. As a matter of fact, if I remember correctly, the last book I read was 3 years ago. And that was about vampires and werewolves.
OH GOD! Please don't tell me I'm in some kind of vampire and werewolves novel. I'm not sure if I can handle being bitten, thrown around, changing forms or fighting people. I'm still a very dainty girl if you don't get me mad. I prefer to resolve arguments through words rather than sneaky tactics or fist.
Not only that, if I'm in this story, then what about my son and husband? What's going on in their side?
I started to feel a headache coming on again. As I slowly lift my arms to massage my temples, I think back to the last memory I had. There was a truck and then bright lights.
Hmmm...? Isn't there usually a cheat when it comes to these types of transmigration. Where's my super power? This is probably the worse transmigration novel ever. So far...all I've done was lay in bed, feel pain and have strange people come in my room.
"Your awake"
Dr. Thompson walks in the room and slowly approaches me with a smile.
Ah... He really is very pretty.
"I heard you seem to be having some memory problem. Are you okay to answer a few questions? You can just say yes or no or nod your head if it's too hard to talk."
"I... can... talk" I slowly responded.
"That's great! Let's first start with your name. Do you remember your name?" he slowly asked.
Hmm...should I tell him the truth, that I'm not Carlita but then again this body could very well be Carlita and saying I'm not her could make them think I've gone crazy. And if that person last time was my husband, then he would be happy to lock me up in a loonie bin. Maybe it would be best if I just lie and say I don't remember. Well... I guess it wouldn't be a lie, after all I really don't know who I am.
"I'm sorry, but I don't remember" I pretended to look frustrated.
"Do you remember your age?"
"I don't"
"Do you remember your family?"
"I don't remember anyone"
"What about your accident?"
Hmmm... Oh right! I just realized, the women of this body is the one who is seriously injured. I wonder how she/I ended up in this state.
"I don't remember anything at all actually" I frustratingly clarified. It was pointless for him to continue asking since the answer would be the same. I don't know anything.
As the doctor looked at me, he showed a slight smile as he said "It's alright. You may still be able to remember as time goes on" He then jotted some things down in his board that he would always carry around before looking up at me again.
"For now, the best thing you can do is start recuperating. I have made a schedule of all the things we will need you to get started on so you can slowly get back to your best self" He happily mentioned. He then went closer to me and leaned over as he whispered "If you have any questions, feel free to call for me" He then touched my head and softly rubbed it gently before walking out of the room.
His actions slightly puzzled me. It was so gentle and so natural as if he knew me before.
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For the next couple of weeks and months, I slowly started getting use to my situation.
I started to get better. Speaking was more easy now. My body started to heal and it was getting less painful everyday to move my body until eventually the only problem I had was not being able to walk. According to Dr. Thompson, the fact that I could feel pain in my legs was, thankfully, a good sign. Apparently, if I did not feel anything in my leg, that was a huge sign that I might end up disabled. Now, all I could do everyday was take those rehabilitation classes so that my legs could get stronger and stronger.
I had also learned a lot in the past months. Like for instance, I learned that I'm in S Country (I was at A Country before). It's also been over a year since the day I got into my accident.
To think, it's been so long.
When I learned I was actually a very famous celebrity, I was secretly thrilled. I asked a nurse if I was able to access a laptop or tablet to browse so I could search more about myself and they easily agreed.
I read all the news of the past and present. I was surprised to find that everything is pretty much the same as I remembered with a few new things that just happened in the past year.
Weirdly enough, I thought I would be in another timeline or in a different universe. Could it be I was still in my own world? And if I was, then how did I end up in this body? What happened to my body? Then I realized, if I am still in the same world and time, wouldn't that mean I could still perhaps see my family again? I excitedly thought.
The nurses and doctors seemed to be very attentive to me. They were willing to agree to whatever I want as long as I ask for it.
Like when I asked for strawberry cheesecake for a whole week. Or when I requested to get a TV in my room. Or if they could buy me my favorite snack or help me find a way to get my favorite TV series on the TV.
(Yes, I acted very spoiled. Imagine being in the same room, not being able to move. For someone whose life was always busy, staying still drove me mad.)
If it wasn't for the fact that every night I would be reminded of how much I wanted to see my family which would lead me to feel depress again, my life at the hospital was not that bad.
Also, after that day when my so called "husband" visited me, he didn't come again. I was secretly relieved that he never visited. I'm not sure if I would be able to stop myself from getting angry. For some reason, just thinking about him makes me always feel irritated and angry.
However, I did get to know his butler. I found out from searching everything about Carlita that the man she married was actually very powerful and rich. And this butler that would visit every month, was the head butler. He would just greet me simply and then talk to the doctor before again letting me know he is leaving and then walking away. For weeks, this would be his routine.
"Butler Mason, how come my maiden family has not visited me yet?" I quickly asked during one of his visits. I've been here for so long but not one person has visited me. I'm apparently supposed to be a celebrity but shouldn't I have friends and family that are concern about me?
Butler Mason was surprised to hear her ask this since she never concerned her self with her family before. Not since they force her into this marriage.
"Actually, no one knows you are injured. Since you are a celebrity, we have made an announcement that you would be taking a break from the entrainment world for a year or two. "
"Hmm... But shouldn't Mr. Leon still inform them, after all they are family. " I still couldn't bring myself to call him my husband. It felt like I was cheating by calling another man that. However, I couldn't understand why my family was not informed.
"In that case madam, I will let the master know of your request" The butler replied robotically before he quickly left.
I felt so aggrieved. Is it me or it feels like he was avoiding having a conversation with me? I suddenly regret asking. Who said I had a request? I did not even ask you to tell him! I felt like crying... I dont want that man to think that I want anything from him.
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"YES!" I excitedly yell. I finally was able to walk on my own. The nurse who was helping me started clapping her hands.
I've been consistently trying to push myself to stand firm and walk step by step and today was the day I did not fall down as I walked!
"Congrats Miss Carlita! You finally can walk on your own" She happily scream excitedly.
I also was quite happy. All those tiresome sessions and endless days of continuingly falling down and then trying again and again, finally paid off.
If there was something I was good at, it would be working hard and being very stubborn in getting what I want. And I definitely wanted to get out of here. There were things I needed to confirm and not being able to walk would make it that much harder to do.
"Mommmyyy!" Yelled a little boy as he crashed into me and started bawling his eyes out.
What is going on? Whose this child?
"Hey kid, I think you got the wrong person" I gently laughed at him. As I crouched down and saw the child's face, I realize he was so adorable. He reminded me so much of my own child. I suddenly felt a closeness to this child. The same feelings I had for my own boy. Maybe it's because I miss my baby that I felt heartache seeing this child cry.
I held the child's face and wiped the tears on his cheeks.
"Hey... Stopped crying... There there.. How about I take you to your parents?" I softly smiled at him and rubbed his head.
"What do you mean Mommy? You are my parent?"
"I'm sorry child, but I'm not your parent. I don't know you."
"Of course you know me Mommy! I came from your tummy, silly" The child cutely said as he pointed to my belly and used those adorable eyes to look at me.
I laughed and said "I really am not your mom though. How about we both go together to find your actual mom?" I sincerely offered. The child stared at me and started crying again.
"Mommy, do you not want me anymore?" The boy whispered in a trembling voice.
"Of course not! I'm sure your mom wants you, its just I really don't know you dear"
"NO! You are my mom! You are my Mommy! " The boy repeatedly started to yell and cry again.
As the child continued to cry, I didn't know what to do. He was so cute and seeing him cry made me so worried.
"Thenn how about your father? Where is your father?" I anxiously asked. I thought if I could change the topic away from the "mother" he may stop crying.
"I'm his father" came a voice that I irritatingly knew quite well even though I've only seen him once. As I looked up towards the door, the man who had barged in here, yelled at me, and then left, stood right before me with the same questioning and stern expression as before.
When I finally registered the words he just said, I was shocked. I didn't know he had a kid? There was no news at all of him having a child. As I looked down at the little man who was still clinging on to me and then to the man who was standing and watching me, I suddenly saw the similarities.
"Your his father?" I still asked as he continued to silently watch me.
"Of course, and you, my dear wife are his mother" He devilishly smiled at me.