Chapter 7: Distraction vs. Obligation

When we finally entered the room, a flawless face of a gorgeous woman in green captured my view. Her chignon hair-with multiple braids-matched the slightly curved of a deep shade of her chocolate brown eyebrows. Its black, blonde hair shimmered like a river in the moonlight. Her rosy pink lips were as glossy as silk clothing. These unique characteristics gave her a more substantial look but at the same time, a pleasant one.

"Who braided her?" Mrs. Codache sputtered, which brought me back to my entire consciousness. I blinked my eyes several times before listening to their conversation.

"I think Sophia did that." Mrs. Writes answered.

"You think so?"

"Yeah," Mrs. Writes went nearer to the lady in bed, glanced to her for a while. "I mean, there's no one here except before Wake came except you, me, and Sophia. And if you're going to ask me if I did that, no way! I can't even brush my own hair properly." She reasoned out even if Mrs. Codache did not bring up a question to that.

Anyway, since she mentioned how she did her hygiene, my eyes quickly glanced towards her hair, which, according to her, was not brushed properly. And yes, the curl pattern of each strand and the flat texture distracted me.

I observed Mrs. Codache's expression after hearing out the words of Mrs. Writes. I felt kind of weird. I mean, it's not surprising anymore to hear that girly topic from these women but, one thing that was keeping me bombarded was how Mrs. Codache reacted to it.

Her voice was questioning in an astonished manner. Did she really have no idea upon who did that chignon hairstyle and those tiny braids towards her?

"I know, but the thing is, Sophia went out looking for some drugstore a minute after we laid Sarah to bed, and during that time, Sarah's hair wasn't braided nor in chignon style." Mrs. Codache explained. Her forehead wrinkled, and her voice was insisting. She was persistent in her words like she certainly knew there was something wrong happening.

I became more suspicious of the surrounding. Did these women mean an unknown creature approached Sarah just to fixed her hair? Or these women here were just overacting?

Mrs. Writes roamed towards the other side of the bed. "Maybe you just didn't know that your daughter came back here." She stated while raising her shoulders.

Mrs. Codache was about to say something back, but she just shook her head and began fixing her daughter's blanket.

Okay, going back. Where am I?

My eyelids flickered because of what was happening.

Later on, I found myself examining the state of the lady. I also found out that her name was Sarah. I advised them to bring Sarah to the nearest hospital, to which they all agreed. We drove along the road under the rain, and the hospital turned out to be too far away from what I expected. But other than that, we arrived.

I never knew before that this hospital we're in was related to the company I am working in Prisila. I just exchanged my identification card with the doctor, who was supposedly the one in charge of Sarah. Afterward, they allowed me to perform professional care for her.

After I did all the possible care I could give to her, I assigned a VIP room for her stay. Then, I left the family for a while since Sarah's sister came.

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I was on the rooftop right now. I stared at the sky while drowning my thought of the things that happened along the way, most especially the incident that occurred in Prisila. A few moments later, the sun began to disappear. I checked my watch, and it was almost 6 pm. So I decided to go back to Sarah's room to check her situation.

When I arrived, my eyes were directed towards Sarah's bare face. Her calm, almond eyes met mine. I can't explain the reason behind this, but my eyes can't look away from her, observing her state. But, she nonchalantly wandered her eyes around like it was her first time being in this place.

Because of what happened, I just noticed it by now that only she and her sister were here. Her sister was sleeping on a couch, so I stepped a few feet towards the lady to wake her up.

"Ugh! Mom! It was the perfect time to sleep, especially that it's raining. I wonder if I could have enough sleep, huh?" She exclaimed. She looked irritated because of what I did.

She did not even glance at me first, and now she thought I was her mom. I coughed in a monotonous way to catch her attention.

When she heard my voice, she slowly turned her head to face me and immediately stood up. Maybe because she realized that the sound was far away from her mother's.

"Oh-ah..." She panicked. "I am sorry-"

"I apologize." I accidentally cut off her words, which made the two of us gazed at each other.

I initiated to begin the formality by talking about the medicines needed for Sarah. I gave her the prescription, then, in the blink of the eye, she left.

And without wasting my time, I drew my attention to Sarah. I sat beside the bed and glanSarathe papers I held for a while before looking back at her.

Her eyes accidentally approached mine.

I smiled at her. "Hi Sarah, how are you?"

She casually smiled back in response, which emphasized her fluffy cream cheeks.

I moved the papers right over the table beside me. After which, I introduced myself, praising Sarah, in an enthusiastic matter. In contrast to that, her face looked confused. I do not exactly know the reason behind that expression, but according to my observation of her right now, she had no idea what she had been; so, I told her.

"You accidentally slipped on the stairs in your home. You were unconscious while doing it."

Her eyes widened, looking at me straight into my eyes. Maybe because she wasn't expecting mo to utter those words? Or perhaps I got what she really thought.

"Your face said so." I plainly added while looking at her records while writing some adjustments.

I was thinking of asking her questions about how she feels, but she suddenly raised her hands just enough to see the wound in my perspective. I stopped writing. I wondered if I missed something out when I checked all of her injuries to make sure that I would not miss anything.

Did I?

I gently grabbed her pulse and gazed into the wound.

"Wait, what? But I did not see this a while ago..."

I felt weird when I noticed that the wound was not just an ordinary one. It was made from a child's nails! I didn't see this a while ago. I tried to flashback everything, but I did not remember anything!

I quickly grabbed my bag and get some treatment. This wound bothered me. I can't concentrate that much on what I was doing, which made me to the point where I accidentally moved one part of Sarah's fingers where the wound spurted blood so thick.

Sarah gushed, which made me dumbfounded. So with precision, I quickly placed her hand comfortably above mine and began limiting the blood to flow more. Although everything was made alright, I noticed that the rain suddenly roared too much from being mild. And so, my head automatically looked outside the window.

The wind blew wild, that I can hear it from the inside as it was splashing all over the window's glass. I slowly faced Sarah again. I stared at her with eyes full of puzzling thoughts. I observed the wound once again, and a lot of speculations were circulating around my head.

I thought that what I saw was just a figment of my imagination caused by too much stress; however, after seeing Sarah's same reaction, I decided to press the wound one more time to satisfy my doubt.

And yes, I wasn't hallucinating.

The rain became much more robust, and when I released the tension towards the wound, the rain began to slow down.