As swaron is to revive next week i tried to revive the swaronian in me today. I wouldn't lie. It was a conscious effort. I stared at my PC screen to see if i could come up with something. I came up with this OS. Turns out they continue to trigger thought and imagination. Swaron Power it is😳
Enjoy :)
REVIVAL
Her eyes were tired. It took her a lot of effort and strain to open them. Blinding light pierced her half opened eyelids the very next moment and she shut them tight as a reflex. It seemed as if they had been accustomed to darkness for quite some time now. She kept them shut for a while and tried to assess the situation in her mind. Strangely, she had no starting point, not a single thought. She shifted her attention to how she felt. She felt pain, a lot of it. Most of her body felt numb and at the places that did not, the pain was unbearable. Yet something told her that the worst had passed.
Slowly, she opened her eyes again, this time prepared for the initial stinging sensation as her eyeballs adjusted to the bright light that lit the hospital ward.
Faces peered down at her. Most of them were masked nose down but their eyes were benevolent. They spoke to her in soothing tones, told her that she had made it. They asked her if she knew who she was and whether she hurt anywhere. She wanted to apprise them of the pain and tell them who she was. She could not make out her own words, she could not hear her own voice that was barely louder than a whisper. She faded out after what seemed like a long time.
"What do you mean she doesn't remember anything??"
She was jerked into consciousness by a loud voice. Her head still hurt and she could hear the voice echo in her mind long after it had been spoken. She kept her eyes closed.
"Calm down Rey, or else nothing i say will make sense to you." She recognised the voice as one of the soothing ones that had spoken to her earlier.
"Calm down? You want me to calm down? I trusted you with the surgery. I told him that my family has known you for years. And now you want me to tell him that she may not remember him?"
"I am a doctor, Rey, not a magician. And we don't know yet if this is a case of memory loss. We asked her if she knew who she was and she said she didn't. But she woke up after a week. We need to give her some time."
She heard a sob and then the doctor spoke again, "You brought her here on time Rey, u really did. But recovering from the trauma of such a fatal accident is not easy."
She tried to think. She could not remember if she had told the doctor her name when he asked her. Worse, she could not remember her name.
Rey's voice spoke again, " It will kill him."
"Bring him here", the doctor said in a sympathetic but confident tone. It seemed like the doctor was concerned about 'him' too. After a small pause she could hear their footsteps recede. It was now that the urgency of the situation struck her. She was accountable to someone, someone whose life depended on her.
Her palms clenched into fists on the bed-sheet beneath them. She forced her eyelids against her eyes as if threatening them to show her a vision, a glimpse from her past. Threat didn't work. She tried to calm her mind. A few heavy and deep breathes later she tried again. This time it was a gentle persuasion. She patiently waited for her mind to create a picture and provide her a key to her own life or whoever's she was about to shatter. But no vision came.
The hustle bustle around her bed increased, the floor screeched as furniture was being shifted to make room for the visitor. She realized that she had no time. Every moment that passed was precious. Any moment now she could be asked to open her eyes. Will her eyes be able to provide a hint of recognition to the hopeful ones that will meet them? She could hear the clock in the hospital ward clicking. Angst, confusion and disappointment clouded her mind. No.. no she could not give up. Her friend had played his part. The doctors had done their's. Now it was her turn to work at her own revival. She felt as if she owed this to someone.
"It will kill him". Rey's voice boomed inside her. It pierced her heart daring the vision to play out in her mind's eye. Until now she was begging her mind to allow her a glimpse of the past but now she knew what she could not bear to see in future. She could not bear to see this person dying. Perhaps this was the incentive she needed.
She felt a pair of hands close on her waist.
She lay still, fearing that any movement might hinder the recollection. Her clenched fists did not let go of the bedsheet. The desire to learn about the past had been outdriven by the desperation to dodge the painful future.
The moon hung high silhouetting the edges of the platform they stood on.
She realised that she was wrong from the beginning. Her heart had a mind of its own and it was this mind that needed persuasion. She tried to sooth it by not hurrying herself but waiting for the memory to flow in from whichever part of her traumatic mind it was held hostage to.
His broad shoulders framed in the moonlight while his hands still held on to her waist, as delicately as possible, as if she were a precious piece of fragile crystal.
She knew that this was not a figment of imagination. She felt certain that she had lived this moment. It was still too early to expect her mind to conjure the entire picture but she was not scared anymore. She had unlocked a door to her past.
He pulled her close. She felt his cool breath rush past her face as it leveled with his.
One part of her wanted the embrace to happen. The other feared what would happen when their silhouettes merged into one. The picture stood still. The tables had turned now. The vision was now at her command. It would unfold if she allowed it to. This was her shot. And something told her that this was the only shot she would get. If this failed she would have to lead a life disconnected from her past but if this succeeded she would save two worlds from crumbling down.
She let go of the restraint. The decision seemed to come from a place within her heart where melancholy meets happiness. It could be either way from here.
She crushed into his chest. He tightened his arms around her and whispered in her ear. 'I love you Sharon'.
Her eyes opened in an instant. The door of the hospital ward clicked and she turned towards it as it flung open to reveal the visitor.
P.S. Thanks for bearing with me. I'l add parts to it if you guys think it was good enough. And why a sharon narrative? cos that's what i do in all my works!😳 Old habits die hard!
I may not come online for a few days so wish u guys a merry christmas in advance.🤗
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