Misfortunate (Completed)

Chapter Thirty three: Labeebah Sheriff or Bakura?

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The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was that everywhere was blurry. I blink, feeling tears rush down my eyes due to the pain of trying to clear my eyes.

I blink again and the ceiling comes into focus, it's a hammered glass that houses several florescent bulbs. The hammered glass is surrounded by a white pop ceiling that hurts my eyes. I shut my eyes and try to think of where I could be.

I open my eyes again and find out that I cannot look around the room unless I move my body, and just as I try to move my body, the door opens. It feels like I'm thirteen again and trying to let Ma know I'm annoyed so I quickly shut my eyes again, but the person comes close and leans over me, her breathing lingering with incense reaches me and I am forced to open my eyes.

"Upstairs neighbor." I croak, when I see who is standing over me. My throat is dry, feels like brittle paper. So I try to produce saliva to whet my mouth.

She laughs, then tears roll down her eyes. "You don't even know my name. Cousin." I blinked but she does not let me speak again before going to the beside table where a glass of water is waiting. She picks up a papered straw and tears it open before sticking it in the glass of water.

"Drink slowly. You can only have twenty centiliters per hour." I would have nodded, I noticed, but my neck is a thick cast.

"Slowly..." She comments as I take steady sips of the water. When I'm a little full, I blink and surprisingly, she understands that I no longer want the water.

"Enjoyed your sleep princess?" I try to chuckle at her Disney princess allusion but fail, instead it comes out in several hiccups and coughs.

"Easy." She says as she pats my arm closest to her. Then I really look at her. It's a little strange that upstairs neighbor, she has wiped her tears now but her eyes are shining really brightly.

"How long was i out?" I ask as though I was away for a simple nap and as though I'd just gone through a simpler event. She wipes her teared up eyes with the sleeve of the purple crepe Jilbab she has on.

"Four weeks. And I promise you a lot has happened." I blink to let her know that I know that since I'm here, I know that a lot must have happened. I want to know what has happened to Abdul but I hold my tongue.

"Before you continue speaking further, let's call the doctor who has been coming to check on you since you where brought here. The nurse is off duty today." She searched her deep pocket for her phone and finally fished it out after several tries.

"Hello, Yes, she's Awake." That was all she said with joy in her eyes and voice. She flicked through the phone again and next I heard, she was greeting someone that sounded like Ma.

"Aunty Hanna, she's awake. I know right, Alhamdulillah. Yes. You want to speak to her?" I watched her put her iPhone Xmax beside my ear and said "Talk!"