111 Day 26: Anew.

'Why am I being shown this?' I questioned myself as I watched the pair sleep.

I wasn't dumb.

Okay, I was probably a little dumb.

I was worried about the trial the whole time and didn't even realize what it really was.

I totally didn't know that I was being shown this scene for a reason. And I totally chose to ignore the fact that I was being shown some sort of past of mine, okay?

...

I continued to watch the pair sleep through the night. It was peaceful... but I knew something was going to happen. I just knew it. My intuition told me so and I could feel the tension in the room rising despite nothing happening.

'What this familiar feeling?'

I waited and waited, but nothing happened and the next day the next day came by.

At the crack of dawn, the man rose from his seat like the walking dead. After stretching and combing through his dishevelled hair, he glanced upon the walls, and trudged out of the room - the soft taps of his shoes echoed through the room as he quietly walked towards the exit.

'What's he doing?' I asked myself as I looked closely at him.

His face was tired and slightly distraught, but still, the same confidence he had the same before resurfaced the moment he glanced back at his daughter who was still lying behind him.

And then he left the room.

Time passed by quickly and the man soon returned. But when he returned, he was not alone. No. Standing behind him was a man dressed in white. Opening the door slightly, he suddenly had a change of heart and stopped just short of entering the room.

Soon the two began to speak in murmurs, but luckily my system had translated for me.

...

"How do think it'll go doc?" the man turned around and whispered in a low tone.

"It'll be fine. I've done the procedure hundreds of times." The man called the doc replied. "… the only thing we should be worrying about is if the transplant would work… only with time would we know if she could recover or not."

"How likely will she recover?"

"With recent advances, it's statistically it's 94%."

"Then that is great news!" the man exclaimed waking up his daughter in the process. "We'll talk later. But thanks for everything doc."

"No problem." The man dressed in white said before he left and closed the door gently behind him.

Clambering up from her position and with her breathe slightly more rabid than the day before called out from the mess of tubes that bound her to her bed.

"What's... happened?"

"Nothing. Nothing. Nothing worry about. I was just talking to the doctor about your surgery. He said that there's nothing to worry about it and the success rate is extremely high."

"Oh... that's... great..." she said as her body relaxed slightly, but her tone didn't. Instead, she tilted her head away from her father and stared out the window beside her. Mumbling to herself, she continued to look out at the blue sky as her smooth face became wrinkled with some sort of frustration.

The girl shook her head, seemingly shoving a thought into the back of her head. And her father seemed to pick up on that. Creasing his brows, he spoke. "What's worrying you?" the man asked his daughter, his excitement quickly disappearing.

"I just... you probably think it's silly," she said quietly, chuckling to herself as she stared back at her father.

"What is it?" he father asked, the worry in his face starting to show.

have this... feeling... maybe I'm... just... just not meant for this world."

"That's silly child. Of course, you are."

Without replying, the girl stared back outside at the square-shaped buildings and flashing lights before replying.

"I had a dream last night... I was... I was on a leaf... and I was a snail in another world... Surprisingly... it felt real and I felt like... like it was for me... a whole world was designed for me..." Turning around quickly back at her father's confused face, she continued. "There's a whole world out there... and it's calling for me, dad..."

"A snail..."I mumbled to myself just as the man did, but the man didn't understand the girl just like I did.

"And we should answer it's call. We can explore the world if you like after you get through your surgery." the man replied.

"No... the world I saw was different... it's not our world... and ... I'm... I'm... nevermind." the girl replied and grabbed the doll that she had left beside her the night before as well as her tablet. Barely able to lift it up with her hand, it quickly dropped back onto her bed.

"Here let me help." the man said as he picked up the tablet only to feel resistance from his daughter as she pulled back against him, her grasp still firmly attached to tablet despite her weakness.

"I got it..." she called out weakly as her hand shook.

The man let go as his daughter quickly pulled the table towards her and hugged it within her arms.

"I have... have to save it ... first." the girl replied as she tapped the tablet in front of her a few times before she handed the tablet back over to her father.

...

Time seemed to pass by quickly as the two stared at the screen and spoke about things that I didn't understand. You have to trust me on this one. Nothing exciting happened.

Just a father teaching his daughter and nothing else.

Well, nothing much until three women entered the room. Also dressed in white, one of them spoke to the man as the others approached the bed-bound girl.

"It's time," she said gently towards the man and the others nodded in response.

Instantly the girl stiffened up and her breathing noticeably got quicker as a new alertness and worry began to spread across her face.

"There's no need to worry." one of the women replied as she gently touched the girl's arm to pull out something that was attached to it.

Wire by wire, tube by tube, the women in white detached them from the girls body. The girl winced everytime everything was removed.

Another woman placed a mask attached to a tube over the girl's mouth and gradually, her breathing returned back to normal.

Bring up all sides, the three women worked together and pushed the bed.

It was time.

Moving slowly down the white halls, the women pushed the girl.

Through the white calls, dim white light flooded behind them as other sickly looking humans watched them as the group passed them by.

They continued to move until the reached a set of white doors where the group stopped. The man glanced down at his daughter who was breathing heavily now.

"It's going to be alright. I can't come with you into the operating room, but I'm going to be here watching you from the outside. We'll see each other soon when you get out."

Rubbing his hand through his child's hair, the man smiled.

"I love you. Don't worry to much, you'll be fine."

Racking up her energy, his daughter just smiled back before she closed her eyes. A small stream of tears ran down her face as the women carted her away.

But as they did, the girl mumbled something... that only I could hear... that the metallic voice picked up.

"Goodbye, dad and I'm sorry."

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