e sense in her eyes, the white blood cell count was normal, the red blood cell ratio seemed perfect, no marker of trauma or any sign of infection or

the room, with her footstep quick and purposeful against the co

wing charts. She placed the document on the desk wearing an unsettling

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ear, and there is no evidence her body has gone through any ki

ng back to his chair to read. His eyes lingered on the document, longer than he should have, taking in the mesmerizing analysis he hel

eturned to his mansion. The staff who had already opened the door, after sensing his arrival, bowed as Micheal entered inside withou

t light and quiet colors....nothing to flashy." He said wh

e manager said as h

rbed, not to be crowded, and keep a very far distan

e house keepe

, to the other respec

e any flaws. In reality, his mind was haunted by something else and that was the thought of Zara and how she had woken up. Also he couldn't

s he walked towards his room. As he got to the front of his room, , he gripped the door knob, with his jaw clenched as his thought races. Wha

warm light spilled through the half closed blinds, casting a warm stripe o her skin and the hospital bed, Zara lay still, as the sheets were pulled loos

ghtly curled towards the blanket, wile she tried to understand what really just happened to her. From the accident to he awakening, it all felt like a fogged window s

a said out loud to herself, lost in her thought, trying to understand the puzzling reality she just stepped into. For reasons that were unexplained

ould not be beating by all scientific logic. Then she remembered the cold from the accident, and the way everything had suddenly gone dark in her dream, the pain she felt

s, while reflecting on the event that just occurred. Micheal on one hand had dedicated majority of his time in coordinating things for Zara's discharge

cated little to no time into speaking much, and when she did, her words were clipped or somewhat distracted. Spending most of her tim

t his thought from wandering to Zara, but the more he did that, the more he thought of her. He wasn't sure about what gave him the unnerving feeling; cou

of the hospital without thinking. The road was quiet, as it was washed clean from the drizzle of the morning. Casting a cool shimmer

out of his car. The air filled with a scent of wet earth and an

nt be possible. But then, from across the courtyard, he saw Zara. She walked slowly as he back faced him, her long black hair loose,

nowledge of her accident, Deen didn't feel conflicted. He walked slowly and carefully towards her, as if trying not to startle something very fragile, to avoid destruction. Th