It was already a week and I had not spoken with Jessica considering our last discussion. I was just thinking a little about her when her call came in to my phone. She asked me how I was faring and told me to bring my mother to the hospital the next day for check-up. I told her that this was okay and I appreciated her care.
The next day, in the morning, I took my mother to the hospital for check-up and after that, Jessica called me to see her in her office. Jessica was stunned seeing the necklace on my neck but I did not ask her the reason for her surprise. Since the next day was Saturday and we were both free, she asked me if we could go to the park together the next day. I agreed since I had nothing doing the next day and I guess that I needed to clear my head, it was a disturbing week.
When I got home that day with mum, we had dinner, a very sumptuous one as usual. After that, I decided to see a movie and it was a fantasy and romance filled one. I smiled often and felt odd at some point and the other. After the movie, I slept off on the couch and had this weird dream.
In the dream, I was in a car driving at an absurdly fast speed and I received a call from someone and the person was asking me to hasten up. As I heard this, the faster I drove. In haste and absence of my mind, I ran into a coming truck on the other lane. It was an horrific incident, as blood gushed out from my entire body with my eye lid being the only alive part of my body. It was a nearly lifeless me lying in a tumbled car. I saw people rushing to the scene trying to rescue me. It took the intervention of some men who I could not really see to bring me out and I was rushed to the hospital. I lay unconscious on the stretcher that was used to wheel me to the theatre. The next face that I saw next to me was my mother's face, drenched in tears and pain. I saw my dad, shaking his head in sorrow and hoping that I did not die.
At this point in time, the only thing that I held tight to was my mobile phone and I really don't know why. For weeks and days, a lifeless me lay in the Intensive care unit and I saw my friends and family members there, many of those who I can not identify anymore. On a certain day, the doctor came into the room and told my parents that I was fighting to be alive and that my closest friend should be brought to me for quick recuperation. I saw disdain in my father's eyes when the doctor said this. It took my mum's intervention to get him to agree to this. A girl approached me and I saw pain reflecting over her more than any other person in the room that day.
My dad left in anger and my mum went after him trying to appease him to stay. This girl, whose face I could not really see was crying and begging me to stay alive. The will and love in her voice beckoned on my heart and I saw tears rolling down from my eyes. She expressed her undying love for me and this prompted my quick recuperation. She did not leave my side and kept on confessing her love for me, she cried several times and continuously blamed herself for a reason that I really don't know about. For days and days that passed by, the faces that I saw began to diminish.
The day before I regained my full consciousness, the doctor came into the room and told my parents that I was already alright and that in a few hours, I would open my eyes. This brought smiles and tears on their faces at the same time. The doctor further said that the chances of me recovering my memory were very slim as a result of my fractured skull and that they should not force me to remember anything to avoid mental stress. This made my mother and the girl who has always been beside my bed to cry ceaselessly. In anger, my dad sent the girl out of the hospital and told her never to return and with tears and a final touch on my hand, she said that she loved me and she left the hospital. My mother tried to appeal to my dad but she was replied with a stern and arrogant look. She touched my head and told me that she was sorry.
I woke up sweating profusely and with a racing heart like I just ran to the end of the earth. I was utterly confused and needed answers to my unending questions. Sleep was totally off my radar, I did not know what to do anymore. I tried to place it but I just could not, I walked round the room, panting and still sweating.
In the early hours of the morning, I went to my mother's room and woke her up from her sleep carefully. She asked me what the problem was and I told her that I had a night mare and that I saw myself in the hospital bed lifeless and that it took the intervention of a girl to bring me back. My mother put up a worried look but she could not just tell me the answer that I sought. She told me not to worry, that it was just a dream. I tried to tell her that it was so real and that I felt it strongly, but she told me to take a shower and forget about it. There was this look of guilt and worry written on her face and she could not hide.