Thya's point of view
• • •
WHEN I WOKE UP, MY HEAD WAS HURTING MORE THAN EVER, and I felt cold sweat in my forehead. My vision was blurred and couldn't a thing, but I felt people around me, although I didn't quite recognize their energies.
I tried to say something, but my throat was dry, my lungs weak, and I couldn't say a word. But I heard people talking about how I was awake, and calling for a physician. And I wanted to know why they were acting like that, I wanted to know what had happened.
My headache began to get worse than I was already used to it, and even my eyes, nose and ears began to hurt. The pain was horrible, but not compared to the pain I felt from my chest. Probably caused by the ribs Sohan and Adonis broke.
They are going to pay for that. I'm not letting them slide for beating me like that.
The more I began to regain conscience, the harder it was to stay awake, and the stronger the pain grew up. I felt tears rolling down my eyes, but I didn't utter a sound.
And just like that, I fainted again.
• • •
This time, I chose not to open my eyes, because I could feel the lights on. Again, I was surrounded by some people, although this time I recognized Emilia's energy, Avy's nanny. And it was pure loath what I felt from her.
I can't believe Daisuke made her my maid in waiting. She was always kind of wary of me, but now I'm pretty sure she hates me. Which isn't a surprise at all.
"It's been 25 days, she must wake up at any moment. She has stayed unconscious for longer than I thought she would. And although she woke up after 5 days, she lost consciousness right after and hasn't shown any sign of waking up," it was a men's voice, and he had the energy of an old man.
By how he's speaking, he must be the physician they talked about the last time I woke up.
"The trials already started two weeks ago," Emilia spoke. "But it's not like she wanted to be part of it, or like she had any chance to stand out, anyway," she wasn't vicious like this, but I can't blame her, she loved Avyanna like a daughter, makes sense that she blames me for it.
"You shouldn't speak like that with her, Miss Emilia!" The old man spoke and I began to like him for that. "She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!"
She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me.
"I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room.
The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.
"Are you the doctor?" I asked and he smiled kindly, and that caught me off guard because it's been years since someone was kind to me.
"Indeed. And you have quite the peculiar body, don't you?" Oh, damn. Did he... Did he learn of my health conditions?
I always avoided physicians afraid that they could learn that and tell people who could possibly hurt me with the information. "Hmm..."
"Your eyes are clear as a red crystal, do you see everything alright?" I blinked sometimes and looked around.
"Pretty much, yeah."
"That's great. You haven't used your vision that much in your life because of you powers, so I was worried that you could have difficulty in seeing things." He looked at me from head to toes. "You lost a whole lot of blood, child. But thankfully, those 25 days were enough for you to regain most of you color, because you were so pale to the point of almost looking grey," Gods above. "Can you stand?"
Biting my lips, I tried and sat down. Then I touched my feet on the ground and he helped me out. "I guess so."
He smiled proud. "Where does it hurt?"
I gulped and looked at Emilia and the other people around. "Could you guys please leave us alone? You are free to go do whatever you want, no need to stay here when none of you want to. It's kind of hard to concentrate when every one of you is emanating bad energy and a desire to see me dead," I said calmly and with a funny smile on, trying to take it in a better way.
In no time they were all out and far from Avy's chambers, and the door closed, leaving us alone. I let out a tired breath.
"It must be hard for you, child!" He held my hand and smile fondly and that made me want to cry.
"Kind of. But I can't blame them. It's not easy to deal with my curse. And seeing how you don't hate me, I take that you aren't from here," he giggled.
"You are right, I'm not. I'm from a small Kingdom on the United Kingdoms. But I got the chance to work as a physician here thanks to my skills." The doctor petted my hair. "I'm glad I did, so I can take care of you. I'm doctor Hovhannes Papian, but can just call me Hov!"
"I'm Nsomi Eileithya D'Arcy," I smiled back at him. "You can call me Thya!"
"Does anyone calls you that as well?" I sighed.
"Not anymore," that was enough for him to understand what I meant. And I was glad he didn't made further questions.
"So, where does it hurt?" I took a deep breath.
"My entire head, my chest, my bones... Everywhere," he giggled and how awkward I was being. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"Yes. So, the Queen found you here unconscious, with a deep wound on your head caused by the moment you hit your head on the sharp end of the table, and you almost died," oh.
"Great. But that's okay, I'm not going to die now anyways." He looked concerned.
"I heard that you saw your own death, child. Is that truth?" I nodded. "Gods above, that's too much for a kid your age to handle. I can't even imagine how you must be feeling."
"It's not easy, I won't lie. Knowing other people's death is one thing, but knowing and seeing your own, is completely different," I sigh and laid down again with his help.
"Can you see mine?" Is he serious?
"What?"
"Can you see my death?" Gods above he's serious. "I'm already 62, and I don't mind knowing it anymore, child. Besides, I want to be able to look at you in your eyes, without these dark glasses."
"But what if you ends up hating me like everyone else?" I don't think I can take that when he's the only kind soul I've met in years.
"I promise, in the name of the Gods and in my life, that I won't!" He seems determined.
"Alright," sighing, I closed my eyes. "Take off your glasses, please." After five seconds I opened my eyes again and stared at him, letting it dominate me and feeling the cold blood tears on my cheeks already.
• • •
"He was 97 years old," a woman said. "He lived a good life."
"But was a victim of the Rosé disease," said a boy younger than the woman. "That mustn't have been that good," his sarcasm was bitter.
"What are 3 difficult years out of 97 great ones, brother?" Said the second boy I did not recognize.
However he seemed peaceful in his death bed. And he died with a small smile on.
• • •
I gulped, the cold sweat rolling down my forehead. "Rosé disease..." I whispered having goosebumps.
He seemed worried. "When?"
"You will be 97 years old," that put him at ease and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Then I'm glad. I still have more than 30 years to live, I'll be able to me my grandchildren and see them grown," he really looked like he was glad with that, even though it was the Rosé disease.
"I'm sorry," he took a tissue and cleaned the blood tears from my face.
"Don't be, child. I needed to know that. It's better than I thought it would be. But, Thya?"
"Yes?"
"Could you tell me how long do you have, child?" I blinked, biting my bottom lip. "I swear, in the name of the Gods and in my life, that I will never tell anyone. I just need to know. I'm really worried about you, kid."
I felt weak hearing that. Closing my eyes I made sure that there wasn't anyone close to the room, then I opened them again.
Sigh. "Two years," he seemed shocked.
"What?"
"I have too years before I die," it's strange to say this out loud. "Two years left. And one year wasted on these stupid trials."
He seemed hurt. "How... How are you going to die? Please, don't tell me it'll be horrible." Hov looked like he was scared for me.
How adorable.
"I'm going to be murdered, as expected. And by someone in this castle. I just... Don't feel like saying out loud who is it," I felt weak and he can't to my aid.
"Oh, dear child, I wish I could help you. Don't worry, I'll be taking care of your healthy from now on. And I'm also a psychologist, so you can just come to me when you need someone to talk to, once I believe you have no one left," the truth hurts.
"Unfortunately, not anymore," my smile was weak and he seemed worried.
"Using your power takes a lot from you, child. You look as pale as before. Drained. I guess the worst the death, the worst you get after you see it. Do you feel weak?"
"Like a porcelain doll," I joked.
"If you can make jokes, you will be alright in no time," he squeezed my hand gently, giving me courage. "Now, you have to rest a little bit."
"Just don't let me sleep for more 25 days," he giggled.
"I won't. Now, rest, child!" He cleaned the cold sweat on mu forehead with a tissue. "I'll take care of this fever."
"I'm... Having a fever?"
"Your skin is burning, child," he giggle. "I guess it's so bad that is affecting your mind. Come on, close your eyes and don't force yourself," I did as he said.
In no time I lost consciousness again.