Blinding Hearts (Chapter Four)

Time was passing, and so was life.
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Many hours later, hours into the night, I woke up once more. I could barely sleep, because I was haunted by painful memories and nightmares. I tried not to fear them, but it was instinct to. I sat in my bed for another hour until the nurse came back. "Hey dear, how was your sleep?" she asked, with a mere smile. Looking at the floor and occasionally glancing at the window as I spoke, "I... I had a few nightmares, but I guess I'm alright. Some of the chest pain has gone away, since you gave me some antibiotics the last time we spoke."
She nodded, with a still look on her face. She seemed very content at the moment. She placed a cup of water on the tray she brought in earlier, as well as a bright, pink flower for decoration. "Today, you're having some chicken soup, if that's okay. Straight from the can."
She laughed. I smiled a little myself. "I'll change your bandages after you eat, okay?" she asked, and smiled and she gently set the tray on my lap. My own crooked smile followed, and I nodded. "Alright."

I unhurriedly picked up the spoon and got to eating. Thoughts rushed through my unsteady mind as I ate. I couldn't help but think of the pain Kwangho had caused me. I tried to hesitate, but the pain was too much.
After only getting a small portion of food into my system, I painfully put the tray back onto the mahogany table. I couldn't eat. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but...my heart ached too much for me to do much. Especially where I had gotten hurt.
Laying down for thirty minutes, the nurse came back with some fresh gauze. "This stuff will do the trick," she exclaimed. Again, she removed the old bandage and cleansed the mark that almost caused me death, slowly and gently. She really knew what she was doing. Some nurses didn't. She also reapplied it quicker than most nurses probably would.
I waited and waited until she was done. She seemed very confident in her work.
"There you go~, it should be good now," she indicated and she left shortly with the food tray. I smiled as she left, faking my emotion. I was still very depressed. His voice still echoed in my mind, and my only friend was the nurse, who's name I didn't even know. I felt alone in the world, but I knew I wasn't.
At this point, it was all about time. My fate depended on it. It wasn't my decision if time would pass quick or not, but I could only hope it would.
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About a month had passed, finally. I was able to go home in a solid week, which might feel like forever but would come soon enough. My injury had healed for the most part, but it was still very painful to even look at. It was enough to live, thank the heavens.
My only company, the nurse, came in. I had no family to visit me. "I have both good news and bad news," she began, exhaling deeply, holding a paper. "The good news, well to you, you get to leave in a week..."
It took her a moment to continue. I turned my head. "Go on."
"The bad news... you have to live in an apartment here in the city now. You couldn't pay for your house since you were gone for so long, and your neighbors thought you were dead. Don't worry about paying for it though, dear... I'm going to myself. I'm also going to take care of your hospital bills. You don't have any money at the moment."

... All of my possessions were gone. Beginning to cry, she came over to me and hugged me. I couldn't even remember the last time I had been hugged. It was so unusual, but made me feel comforted...which was a rare feeling for me.
She was almost like a mother figure; a person that would care for you eternally. She would never hurt me, and she'd be there for me when I needed it. I never had that figure in my life...until now. I was thankful that she was here. She was like my guardian angel or something. It was unique.

She soon left for me to sleep. It was around eleven, so I really needed to. Lack of sleep was bad, even though I'd sleep for long periods of time.
When I slept, I actually slept good this time. I had dreams about my future, my life... good things, and I almost forgot about all of my depression. It was good, until I would suddenly remember the horrors that I went through. On the bright side, it was all over. It was almost time to go to my new home, in the city. People there would be more open and possibly more interesting. Watching people was fun. Observing how others act was pretty fun too.
I couldn't wait to have a new beginning, yet I was still sad and concerned. It would be my first time living in the outside world, instead of sitting around in the countryside, being harmed by sharp gardening tools.
I would finally be away from all of that, but there would be new conflicts in the future. It was a fact.