Transmigrated

So that's how I got transmigrated to this who-knows-where ancient world.

When I got involved in that plane crash I thought I will open my eyes in Heaven ( no need to ask, 'why not Hell?'). But fate had something else in store for me( wow I am getting a hang on how to be dramatic! ).

When I opened my eyes I saw a room foreign to me which had ancient style furnitures and decorations. I did not have any time to asses my surrounding as the moment i sat up straight on the bed in which I was lying, a surprised gasp and then loud wailing reached my poor sensitive ears. (Now...now....is there any transmigration novel not having a maidservant crying out loud for her 'miss' to wake up and not leave her alone.....I think not.)

I turned my head towards that voice and saw a girl  no.. no.. I should say a child not more than 13 years old who was bawling her eyes out. Before I had a chance to say something, see spoke with her choked up voice," Miss! ..y..you are .hic....finally ...hic.....awake.."

" Wuwuwu.....that quack doctor said you would never wake up and leave us forever....waaahh....waahh..."

I was having a throbbing headache because of her loud wailing, so the first thing I spoke after waking up was to yell, " Shut Up!! "

The girl stopped wailing, stunned.

(Finally some silence. Huff....)

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Wait.....that was my voice.....and what language am I speaking??????????!!!!!!!!!'

I saw my hands which were definitely not mine nor was my skin so white and smooth. I touched my face and hairs, realizing that my hairs were never waist length and never so black.

"....!!!!!!! 😱😱😱"

(Aaand... here came my ear piercing scream )

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...."

Soon the spacious and once quiet room got crowded and full of commotion. A dozen of people dressed in ancient attire, resembling that of asian culture, flooded  into the room. Then came more gasps of surprise,..... some started crying, some shouting for the doctor and some were having a one-sided conversation with me that I did not have the mind to listen to as I started having a super nauseous throbbing headache. I clutched my head with both hands while screaming once more, "Shut up!"

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The room turned pin-drop silent.

Finally getting some peace of mind, I looked at my surrounding. There were 6 people and one child around 5 years of age in the room.

They were dressed in ancient asian garments, maybe Chinese with a mix of Japanese. As for how could I tell that? That's because while I was studying medicine in Yale University I had many foreign students as good friends plus I was an affiliate of Asian American Cultural Center so I interacted with students from various cultural backgrounds and also because my Mom was an asian.

Their eyes were full of concern and anxiety.

Then I took a second look at the room.The bed in which I was sitting had thin translucent curtains around it, giving it a feminine look. The mattress was a little hard compared to my modern bed.

The room had bare minimum furniture. But it was decorated very nicely and gave a comfy feeling. Just from seeing the room you could deduce that whosoever lived in this room was pampered a lot .

But at that time I did not have any mood to enjoy this ancient setting as the only fact that I could register at that time was that I died in my previous world aka earth and somehow got transmigrated to this world which was totally foreign to me.

Thinking that I could not longer go to my modern world, no longer see my brother and friends, I felt grief and hopelessness overcoming me. And... I started crying my heart out. Even now I feel grief and melancholy whenever I remember my brother and my life on Earth.

The people in the room got panicked after seeing me cry  and another round of chaos descended in the room. There was shouting, wailing, bawling ,yelling and what not...

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And that was my 1st day in this new world...which I spent crying....

Because of the shock of being dead and never being able to go to my world, I cried and cried and cried.

When I finally got tired of crying, I resorted to being depressed...

It gradually and insidiously hit me that there will be no Sam, no friends, no my dear clinic, no more wifi,  no A.C., no refrigerator, no ice cream, no flush toilet, no sanitary pads, no pizza, no my dear Audi that I possessed, no google, no novels, no anime ( yes, me and my brother are anime otaku or maybe 'were' an otaku..*sniff*.....)

It took me one whole month to sort out my thoughts and gain motivation to continue living in this new but now my world....