RECOVERY 1

She then shot her arm forward and suddenly, a force, or energy, made me be shot towards her, then she pulled her arm back and punched me into the ground.

I slowly got up from the cracked ground then she kicked me in the belly, sending me flying into the ceiling then back down.

Then she roundhoused me before I could land.

She laughed then said,"I'm actually enjoying this."

Just then, I ran towards her and she blasted wind at me but it passed through me, then she got punched in the side from nowhere.

She crashed on a far side of the beach then stood up, her wounds instantaneously healing, then she said,"Illusions huh? Nice trick."

Just then, she stretched her arm out and caught an invisible object by the neck.

I was struggling but she headbutted me and I flew to crash deep into the sand at another side of the beach, making the people scream and run away.

She slowly floated into the hole and saw me coughing out blood.

She tilted her head then said,"Aww, don't give up now, I was just beginning to have some fun."

I tried to stand up again but she kicked me in the chest and I went through one of the walls of the hole, making more sand collapse on me.

She put her hand in the sand and pulled me out then said,"That will be enough fun for one day, let's go."

Just then, she slapped her neck as if something had bitten her then looked to see a mosquito with a concentrated light dimmer solution coming out of it.

She was confused until I struggled to say,"You think you were the only one having fun? Well I was too, I was just the diversion."

She widened her eyes in horror as the concentrated light dimmer took effect.

I suddenly became too heavy for her to carry with one arm then she dropped me.

At that moment, a taser hit her and she yelled in pain as the cops surrounded the hole.

I was severely injured, as Francois had said, but we got the women back, just as he said.

We made him tell us exactly what to do in order to make the first scenario happen, in which was where I was severely hurt, but we got them back.

He said it couldn't happen again as my dad did something different by hesitating, but he told us what to do to make the most similar scenario to the first happen, that's why my dad was also hurt, because it was slightly different.

It took many days for me to recover, even with my dad's help.

After being in a coma for about a month, I finally opened my eyes, fully recovered.

The first thing I did was ask about Anneliese.

"The trauma she suffered has totally destroyed her."My dad said.

"I want to see her."I said.

"Are you sure?"He asked.

I nodded confidently.

I was taken to the carbon fibre padded room to meet her and she was talking to herself when I got in.

She remained silent the moment I entered and as I got closer, I could sense her heart rate rising.

"Don't worry, it's me, Felix, I won't hurt you."

She started hyperventilating then screamed.

It gave me a headache but I ignored it.

She started yelling,"My Helix will Dave me! Leaf me adorn!!"

She was making no sense but I understood exactly what she was saying, then said,"I am Felix and I'm here to help..."

"Leaf me alone! Don't blurt me! Don't hatch me!"

I stopped trying then left her alone.

When my mom and dad saw me crying, they hugged me and apologized on her behalf.

I asked myself,"Why did an innocent and kind person like her have to go through all of this?"

"That's life..."My dad said,"...things out of our control happen all the time."

That didn't stop my tears, but my mom's heart rate shot up like she just figured out something.

My dad and I looked at her till she said,"Brauds can heal any body, right?"

My dad and I looked at each other, then nodded then she continued,"So maybe a Braid can heal any mind."

We looked at her, shocked as she continued,"And since your father knows how to use water to harness Braid sub skills..."

"...then my father might be able to heal her!"I concluded.

She smiled and said,"That's right."

I was overwhelmed with joy, this might actually work.

He doubted he could since he had never done that before but I looked at him hopefully so he obliged.

When he got into the room, we heard her blood curdling screams for a few seconds, then there was a deafening silence.

I opened the door to look at my dad who had his hand on her unconscious, but beautiful forehead and his eyes closed.

He really needed to concentrate, so I let him.

After almost an hour, all her physical wounds were healed, but what about her mental ones?

Two hours passed then my dad finally opened his eyes.

He was drenched in sweat and was breathing heavily, it seemed like the task was very tedious.

He then looked at me then shook his head.