A month has passed.
I survived somehow. Not only did I manage to keep myself in one piece, but I kept my sanity as well. Of course, I had help.
The other earthlings—Imani, Cameron, Dele the doctor and his apprentice—helped, exerting as much effort as they could spare for me, but the big winner had been the mysterious woman who came into my room and healed me.
No, not because she had a nigh angelic look. Weirdly, I couldn't recall her exact exterior, but I was sure I would be able to recognise her if I saw her the second time.
The memory of that night was still hazy, and the couple of weeks that passed hadn't made it any easier. It remained in my head like a fading dream. I wished it to be true, but no matter how much I searched, I couldn't find her.
Worse, with how delirious my situation was, I couldn't even remember all the words she had spoken to me. But I was sure she wasn't a figment of my imagination. My healed left wrist was proof of that.
