It was such a beyond comprehension circumstance when I first experienced it because, in my deep slumber for recuperation, I can perceive and feel every part of myself, I can hear the rhythm of my heart pumping on a regular basis, and my cognitive system is functioning even though my entire body is resting, or in plain terms, I am half asleep. I've traveled across a wide continent in another life, but what I do not understand is how to induce fear or anxiety in my body. I've met many mages, sorcerers, and wizards, but none of them employ magic or spells to terrorize their foes.
It is diligent for an adept warlock to utilize black magic to instill anxiety in their foes because studying dark magic entails selling your soul to the devil, but for me personally, the devil himself prostrates before me after I abide by a call by employing a grimoire. I study all old grimoires and spell books to use potent spells and cast a spell surpassing conception for an enlightened mage. Blessedly, or, I suppose devil of luck, the devil offers himself his modest wisdom for sharing with me; nevertheless, not one of the words he spoke has uttered a spell to instill terror.
From the moment I open my eyes, an electrical surge of lightning impacts every single one of my brain cells, inducing anguish and prompting me to grab the top of my head in pain to preferably endure. The top of my head seems electrified; I'm experiencing a severe migraine. I scream in agony, suffering from my condition, and blood drips down in the nostrils and ears; presumably, when I initially traverse into this body, an unknown exact moment to connect my soul and mind in this physical form is so awful, or possibly an intravenous pole just fell into my head, which causes my brain cells to send a shockwave.
I initially anticipated anticipate, I heard a loud and hurried footfall of doctors and nurses as my yell brought their attention to an urgent health emergency concerning the patient they were treating.
"Seize his arms and get Imitrex instantly!" said a man in a state of urgency to the nurses. Two hands each grip and soothe me; it is understood that the doctor and nurses are hurrying since my condition is worsening.
They calmed me down and laid me properly in the hospital's bed to recuperate, in addition to injecting the Imitrex. Promptly after they inject the Imitrex, the sensation of pain gradually subsides. I cannot open my eyes to endure the pain, yet what intrigued and fascinated me was that it somewhat comforted the aches. Perhaps my intuition turned out to be incorrect because I believed it had been performed by magic. It's undoubtedly due to the fact that I slammed my forehead against the door and wall, so it's expected that this would happen.
It seemed like a manufactured narcotic had been pumped into my veins; my brain was whirling with dizziness, and the lower part of my brain was heavy with the desire to sleep. I fell asleep in bliss, and I'm not sure if I'm smiling while sleeping. My entire body is half asleep again. Their loud voice disturbs me as they are speaking nonsensical language, but it gradually fades away, my body is most likely sleeping right now.
I gently open my eyes, awakened by loud conversing voices; my sister is conversing with a man wearing a black trench coat and a bowl hat, his trench coat unfastened, displaying his white shirt and blue necktie. A calm and serious face, as well as an intimidating but virtuous manner.
As expected for my family (in this physical body's family), only my sister showed up, having a conversation with a detective. However, I do not know the reason why a detective is investigating a patient, so on behalf of my sister's concern about my current state, she is conversing with him. Is it the commotion that occurred earlier while I was under the influence of illusion? I do not recall where it was, but I am certain someone or the girl who brought me here reported an unidentified reason why I slammed my head, or possibly the long-awaited body to be discovered?
I can hear them exchange words aloud, but I'm uncertain as to what they're saying to each other. Another indicator that I am becoming devoured by my thoughts and curiosity about how such incomprehensible occurrences might occur is when my head suddenly tears apart in anguish. In relation to magic or sorcery, it is not possible to modify a person's sense of hearing concerning linguistics because the sole form of magic used to discreet an essential conversation is to negate the room with soundproofing magic like my room or converse in each other's minds, Thus, another potentiality that has occurred to me is the notion that upon my initial transmigration into this body, the excruciating pain and torturous suffering may have altered my language ability, and thus it has the potential that it may have altered my linguistic hearing or even my verbal ability.
It would appear to be an absurd way to conceptualize considering the phenomenon of reincarnating several times and unexpectedly transmigrating to someone's body is already unfathomable itself, although regardless of whether I believe in the laws of physics or psychological transmigrating someone's body may alter your soul figment in accordance with the body's memory of will be possess, consequently emerging your soul into a different body would be a long and painful process which dark magic has the capability of casting powerful spells thus repeating the procedure may damage your soul, simply put, whether you purposefully or unintentionally possess someone's body, your soul figment could alter and adapt the body you reside in.
"Ar# y#o #k#y my l##tle bro#he#?"I glance at her, puzzled, despite the fact that she asks in a soft tone.
The detective stares at me passionately for a brief minute before realizing that my situation is worse than he expected just before he decides to question me.
The moment I reach for my voice to speak, not one word comes out of my mouth, as if something has kept me from speaking. I grasp my throat in horror. I attempted to say just one phrase or make any noise through my throat, but nothing came out. They glanced at me with perplexity on their faces and a gaze filled with uncertainty.
"D#cto#! my l##tle bro---I was terrified since my sister's voice was progressively fading away. Each inhale grew heavy and deep; my thoughts became distressed, and it felt like I lost one of the five senses that I had. Who did this to me? I am devastated that I'm slamming my head against the wall, but I will not believe it. This is entirely performed through magic, but by whom? Perhaps Mr. De Bough found or realized my conception, and he consequently made me like this considering that I was a threat?
When the doctor and three nurses rush in, one of them holding an orange stick, I begin to act frantic. I disconnect all of the medical devices in my body and attempt to leap out of the hospital's bed, but everyone clutches me, especially my sister and the investigating officer. After they all grabbed me to restrain me, I lost consciousness.
I am frustrated as I stare out the window. My most valuable attribute in my body is the ability to hear. My vision is quite blurry; I anticipated that if someone lost their hearing, it would damage their vision within a few minutes or an hour; nevertheless, it has been three days. Even though they gave me an advanced position, it will be difficult; it is as if, yeah, I am a few steps ahead, but at what cost? Perhaps I paid a price for betting on myself.
I seldom talk or exaggerate about my outstanding hearing; our family history has an issue with eyesight, and most of us wear eyeglasses. Our cases are not ordinary eyesight problems that the majority of young people are progressively losing due to the harmful electromagnetic radiation emitted by electronic devices, but for the reason that certain members of our generations were either born with poor eyesight or experienced a wound inside their eyeballs that eventually heals but leaves a scar that blocks the cornea, which can be surgically repaired by lasering the scar inside the eyeballs, but our hereditary condition won't change.
It has been four days since I passed out, and nothing has altered since that wench injected that orange thing. I cannot recall anything, and a doctor notified me I slept for three days straight. In what manner am I supposed to trust his evident lies? Perhaps he mistook my innocence, folly, and inanity for believing a fabrication? I still slept while my brain was working to count at the equivalent time; therefore, the precise period that I slept is 72 and 4 hours.
Even if they injected anything that could put me unconscious, their foolishness and ignorance regarding what I'm capable of with my abilities and skills leave them at a distinct disadvantage.
I have a few suspects who would do this to me, and I cannot blindly choose who is the mastermind. They put me in advantageous positions to step forward; this will allow me to not be found guilty and cannot be investigated; however, it won't last long, so I shall come up with a new improvised plan since they put me in the initiating position, which could also backfire on me if I did not use this opportunity well. So, the first step is to find the girl who brought me here, and the second is to watch my sister's actions since the nurse might have helped my sister run away or hide. The nurse might lure me into their enigma considering they are skeptical of me, and the third is to avoid Ella and Rosewood since they are tactful with every piece of information they obtain.
Despite the fact that the incident transpired, I rarely found myself experiencing those little melancholy emotions; I've encountered numerous challenging circumstances and thus cannot be broken, yet this does not give me an unwavering willpower to maintain my sanity. I am simply an optimistic nihilist who believes that all of my life attachments are irrelevant whenever they fail, but this does not indicate that I am insensitive or coldhearted simply because I heal faster than any other person every time.