"The nature of your problem is not something I'm familiar with so I asked a friend for help."
Those were the words that he opened with.
Early this morning, the doctor sent for me. He wanted to discuss the treatment that he had in mind.
Something about the records of the soul being out of sync with the mind and body.
Mana awakening being triggered at a traumatic event disrupting the trinity.
Utter horseshit, is what I would have thought if I was the me back then.
But with the whole flames coming out of my hands and all this magical jargon mumbo-jumbo, I'm somewhat convinced that I'm in a place that shouldn't exist.
They haven't started asking me about where I got the name Andres Generoso from but, I have a feeling that if I tell them the actual truths of what I know, it would only get me into more trouble.
The cutting my head open kind.
Pretending to not know where I got the name from would be for the best.
At least for now, I know that they are moving with Rell Zorias's best interest in mind.
Now, whether this treatment would work is another story.
I suppose it's a bridge I would cross once I get there.
Regardless, it's something that I need to undergo.
I have a few reasons for agreeing.
One is that maybe I'm actually losing my mind.
Two is because I have no idea what's good for me.
However, I feel that dilly-dallying about would get me nowhere.
The faster I can leave this hospital the sooner I can learn about this place.
Assuming this is even same concept of what a hospital is that I know.
Another thing, after reflecting on everything that has happened in the last week that I have been here, there is something uncanny that I have just noticed.
It's that I have been generally accepting of everything was happening.
Even at the extreme moments, I was able to muster up a relative calm that was almost inhuman.
I really wanted to ask people about all the questions that I have but, I'm afraid to say anything probing that might give away the fact that everything here is alien to me.
Proclaiming a different name is already weird enough, saying things that, once again, might hint at me, well, being not me, is an entirely different thing altogether.
And even if I could, listing down all the questions that I have would probably lead to me having a mental breakdown of some kind.
I have around 3-4 days till the so called soul expert comes and does the syncing procedure.
I'll have to tread carefully till then.
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"You don't talk much, do you?"
The same nurse that has been serving me food ever since I have woken up, spoke to me.
"There's not a lot to talk about." I replied, answering in a half lie.
"Hmmm, maybe. Are you not curious about anything else?"
"Like what?"
"Something like, the terror attack or your parents? Sorry, that was too insensitive of me. Forget I said anything."
What an ice-breaker. I'm glad she at least realised it quickly.
If it were my real parents I'd probably be feeling livid right now.
Real parents huh... I don't even know who's the real me.
I don't even want to think about where my wife and son is.
Anyways, since she is offering, it would be impolite to decline.
"No, you're right." I answered back, trying to appear contemplative.
"What?" She replied, appearing puzzled by my response.
"I'm just saying that I agree with you. To be honest, I've been feeling lost and was keeping to myself this whole time. But I'm starting to think you're right."
"..."
"I should be more proactive. Do more to help you, help me. That's what you were trying to say right?"
"Ye-yes, precisely that!"
A wide smile on her face, as she hammered her fist to her palm.
Very animated, this woman.
"No time like the present." I said. Trying to match her enthusiasm. An action that elicited an overwhelmingly positive response from the nurse.
She wants to help me, that much I can tell. I suppose this is a way of help too, just not the kind she expects.
"What's your name auntie?"
"Auntie?"
"Yeah, I want to know your name first.""Very well, I'm Anna. You may call me sister. I don't think I'm an auntie yet."
"Ah, I'm sorry. You looked like my old aunt so I instinctively called you auntie. I'm very sorry, sister."
As I muster an apologetic face, trying to make her feel sorry for me. My gaunt appearance doing the majority of the heavy lifting.
"Old? Wha- No it's fine, since I already know your name, we can skip your introductions and get straight to helping you!"
She's too nice, now I'm starting to feel a little bad.
Not.
"How exactly did my parents die?"
It's just a little harmless fun.