'Why? Am I really not supposed to live a quiet life?'
Blood flowed from the gaping wound cause by the collision of a car and my body.
A drunken man from work of all things.
Flashing lights from the bystanders filled my narrow view.
Wee woo. Wee woo.
Sirens from the police cars and the ambulance did not enter my head.
It seems like I have lost my hearing already.
The paramedics lift my body and put it on top of the stretcher after applying first aid so that blood would stop flowing out of my body.
They put an oxygen mask on me as they further apply treatment. They knew that I was going to die by the time we arrive at the hospital so they had no choice but to act now.
It is not like the blood would somehow stop flowing midway.
They removed the glass shards that pierced my skin rather sloppily.
Are they sure they even know what they are doing?
I supposed I have too high of a standard as I am one of the top doctors in the world.
They followed protocol and treated me.
It was sloppy but perfect.
I died.
'If only they arrived five- no, just two minutes earlier they would have been successful on saving me.'
Too much blood was lost.
Some of my organs are also heavily damaged. What can they do with limited equipments? It would be too much to ask for more from them.
Based on their looks, the one who took the lead in treating me is a veteran while the other two seems to be trainees.
The trainees(?) started to cry. Despite being inexperienced they knew that I was not going to make it.
They don't have to be so sad about something like this. I do not mind dying anyway.
Experience and skills are needed the most when equipment is scarce but that doesn't mean that I can do it when the patient have lost so much blood already.
My vision went blank.
Beep. Beep.
My heart stop beating.
...
"Gasp!"
Where in the world am I?
As I wasn't able to move my body I tried to first collect my thoughts and look around the place.
Luxurious silk and a nice gentle scent. A lot of decorations were on the walls and on the ceiling.
'I'm not in a hospital, am I?'
As hours go by I kept asking myself, "How am I still alive?".
I knew better than anyone else that my condition was definitely life-threatening.
There was aching pain all over the body. In addition to that, I have to endure the growling noises of my stomach.
The door opened.
A girl with a maid dress came in.
"Kyaaa!!"
She dropped the basin and started to scream.
She hurriedly went out and yelled even more.
'Isn't it common sense not to yell at the top of your lungs when a patient just woken up? Seriously, where is this place?'
Minutes later the empty room were filled with people whose faces I don't know of.
"Bea!"
"My lovely Bea!"
Weird.
I don't know what language they are using but I somehow understand them.
An old man and woman who seems to be a couple were crying tears of joy as they saw me.
There were a few doctors. Maids with porridges. And others.
What bothered me the most wasn't their deafening voices but their attires. I wasn't surprised to see the maid that showed up earlier but now that I am looking at them they are basically wearing outfits straight out from a medieval movie theatre.
'Is wearing clothes like these a thing in this place?'
"After waking up from a year long coma, she must be extremely tired"
I had a coma for a year, huh.
"Your graces, please let us first check the lady's condition first"
Thank you doctors, I'll give you a tip later for removing these nuisances.
Wait, was it just me or did they call me 'lady'?
"..... We understand"
The couple backed away allowing the doctors to check me up.
They checked my mouth, eyes, vitals, and others.
The three doctors whispered to each other and seem to have come to a conclusion.
"My lady, can you speak?"
"Yes"
A whisper. It was all I could muster.
"Who... are you?" I ask.
Hearing my words, the three doctors once again whispered to each other and turned to the couple with determined eyes.
"Your graces, it seems that the lady has an amnesia"
"Oh no! Dear!"
Am I supposed to know who these old men are?
For them to say I have amnesia means that they know me well enough to say that I have amnesia.
The doctors pulled away everyone else outside the room.
A minute later, a maid took the porridge from the desk and sat beside the bed.
"My lady, you must be starving, right?"
I nodded.
She feed me diligently with great care. There was sincerity with every spoon.
...
A week passed.
I was able to move once again.
After the incident three days ago I wasn't allowed to be left alone anymore.
Who wouldn't?
When I look at the mirror it wasn't my face but somebody else's.
I did not notice it since we had the same skin color and voice and with the same body structure.
When I saw an unfamiliar face in the mirror, the mirror slip through my hands and fell.
Just after it fell a maid came in and screamed at the top of her lungs calling for help as if someone was being beaten to death with a rubber toy hammer that you see in arcades.
It only took me a day to accept the fact that I was in the body of the villainess in the story
The only daughter of Duke Emond, Dianna (Bea) Emond.
I was happy, truly happy.
The story's plot is that the villainess, which is now me, only dies after the crown prince caught her trying to kill the heroine out of envy.
That would never happen. And that means that I won't die in the near future.
I, who have been suffering to earn high grades and be the top of my school due to my asian parents were truly exhausting. Both physically and mentally.
But now, I can live the way I want to! With no restraints whatsoever at that!
Ah~ I don't know how all this happened but I sure am thankful.
From now on, I shall be a faithful servant of God to thank him for the second chance he gave me.
I don't think my day would be any better.
Bam!
The door opened.
"Bea, you bitch! Come here!"