I woke up in another hospital.
Around me were curtains that kept me in solitude.
I draped one of the curtains so I could take a glance outside.
Maybe the infirmary of a school?
Unlike the hospital where I had a private room, I was laying on a bed amongst other rows of beds.
In total, there might have been eight beds.
There was a desk where you might see a nurse or clinic attendant, but there was no one to be seen.
I remained seated on the bed, taking in the surroundings around me.
Once again, I had no idea where I was.
Just like the other day when I woke up in that hospital.
However, at the moment, I still hold the memories of the aforementioned days.
Relief washed over me like a wave.
I stood up and decided to look around.
There was a note on the bedside table, and all at once, it came pouring to me.
I had no idea what exactly it was, but there was terror in me that I should not open that note.
The spine-chilling feeling that ran down my back had held me back.
I looked outside, and I spotted a more familiar sun.
This was the sight I was more used to...
That feeling of being "used" to something made me think that I may have lived a normal life beforehand.
I was used to a bright sun that enlightened the world at dawn.
Maybe I was used to playing under this sun, on a grass field, with a house where my family and I lived.
There was a duo of people talking outside of the infirmary.
Honestly, it was getting annoying. They should speak less around infirmaries. People may be sleeping, you know.
"...therefore...this..."
"...know..."
...
Gods weren’t worshipped anymore, huh...
It was an unbelievable statement to me.
People always believed in gods, as far as I was aware.
In a bygone era, people worshipped inanimate objects.
Now, they worshipped angels.
The angels that once served a god or gods were now the subject of worship.
Just what on earth happened to the world I was familiar with while I was comatosed?
"...reverie...French..?"
I stood solemnly for a moment, before averting my gaze to an inanimate object.
There was a sculpture of a three-headed man.
Before him were candles and other offerings such as oranges, pie, juice, milk, and others I wasn’t familiar with.
I didn’t know how to pray.
I didn’t know if I ever did.
But, for some reason...
"...idolatry...common...stoned..."
Whoever the pair was, they were speaking quite familiarly but with their guard up. They weren’t fighting, I thought, but were quite loud. I managed to tell just by their utterances past the wall that were drowned out by the fierce wind.
I was drawn to this ancient-looking, painted sculpture of a long-haired man with brown hair in robes and a pair of half-rimmed glasses.
...what kind of god wore glasses? I didn’t know gods could have bad eyesight.
Maybe this was a sculpture of a modern saint?
An angel?
The painting seemed to be full of effort, albeit it being amateurish.
There were solidified drips of paint that hung from the sculpture.
It was ancient looking to me, for it had lapis-colored robes. An expensive ingredient that was only befitting of an idol.
Since I opened the windows, the curtains of the beds in the infirmary were dancing in the air.
The voices outside were getting louder by the second, but were becoming less clearer.
I crouched in front of the idol sculpture, about to pray to a god whose name was unknown to me.
Lit candles were blown out at once.
I began to speak, letting my instinct control me.
"Angels above—"
The door of the infirmary was opened swiftly.
It was like the chill that had occurred when I saw that note waiting at my bedside had personified and spoke to me.
The words didn’t seem to be directed to me. I turned around.
"Remus."
I had no idea who Remus was—or, rather, I shouldn’t have known.
But this man who had dirty blond hair and a stache...Just looking at him gave me a connection that I felt led to my past self.
Remus showed surprise in his expression as he avoided my gaze. It was as if he didn’t realize that that was me right there before. But now that he did, he was irritated.
"This isn’t right," he said, chuckling darkly.
I knew this man.
He was practically my other half when...
...what happened?
Right then, more than anything, I wanted to know what happened between the two of us.
Remus didn’t want to see me. That was as clear as day.
I, however, needed him by my side right at this instant.
I darted my eyes to the woman. Tall with long hair of the purest platinum blonde hair I’ve ever seen and tarnished silver armor.
"And Frederisha."
Remus rolled his eyes. "This is bullshit. You shouldn’t be able to see us."
"Remus, you—you’re ali—"
"I said you shouldn’t be able to see us!" Remus bellowed in anger.
Even Frederisha was surprised at this.
"You—" I stammered, pointing a finger towards the woman. "Frederisha, I know you’re Freddie. How could this be? How are you here?"
Frederisha was...someone.
Who was she?
Why was I surprised that she was here?
This Frederisha...she was someone that was with me for a very long time.
Was she a friend, a comrade?
Was she my lover?
Was she the family I’ve been searching for?
Frederisha didn’t look like she knew me or even recognized me.
But I knew she meant something to me.
"Why do you know my name—?" Remus held her back when she tried to approach me.
"We cannot interfere with the story, I told you that!"
"But he knows something!" exclaimed Frederisha with her golden eyes showing curiosity and concern.
Remus, despite his thinness, punched Frederisha right in the stomach, the part where she wasn’t protected by armor. She grunted in pain.
Remus’s voice was shrill.
"But I know more."