A/N: Here you go all you readers out there! (-5)
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
So fair, yet so cold like a morning of pale Spring still clinging to winter. -Unknown
Chapter Five: Misty Reality
"Tasia? How is this possible. Your not real, your dead!" Mena shakily said as she stared straight through the smoky image of her friend.
"Oh, I am very real, well misty, but still real!"
"I am sorry, my imagination has just hit over load."
"Not yet. There is much to learn, but that is left up to another to tell you. I love you, but I have to go, I am being called." Tasia's soft voice said.
"No! If you were real, you wouldn't go!" Mena cried.
"Farewell."
Then the misty white figure that was Tasia had faded away.
"NO!" Mena screamed.
She fell to the floor. She saw her friend speaking for the last time. Mena felt a tear fall and more began to shed. Mena balled up on the floor and began to cry.
"Miss. What are you doing in here?' A man asked with a strong voice.
"I-I Tasia." Mena whimpered.
The man noticed that the sheet had fallen off of one of the corpses. He hesitated and went over to place the sheet back over Tasia. He then went over to Mena and slowly placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Miss. You are not supposed to be here. Let's get you back to your bed." He kindly said.
Mena was too distraught to tell what was going on. She was carefully carried back to her hospital room. And placed down gently. The man rubbed Mena's head softly and Mena snapped her head towards him.
"Who are you?" Mena shouted in question.
"I am Alex Clark, the chief resident at the hospital. Are you all right? Do you have a concussion?" He asked with concern.
"I am fine, can I see Asia?" Mena quickly asked.
"If you take a short rest now." He asked Mena.
Mena nodded. He began to place all of the needles back into her arm carefully. He then smiled as Mena was closing her eyes. Then he left the room to leave her to get some well-deserved rest.
~*~ 12 hours past~*~
Mena opened her eyes slowly to the hospital room again. She sighed. She thought it was all just an extreme nightmare.
"Hello?" Mena called out.
Immediately a doctor ran in. But it was not just a doctor it was the chief resident.
"Mena, what is wrong?" He asked.
"How long?" She questioned.
"How long what?"
"Have I been asleep?"
"Twelve hours. But it is good for you to-"
"Asia! Can I see her?" Mena abruptly asked.
Dr. Clark paused as he stared at me straightforwardly. He sighed, because he knew he would never win. She seemed to head strong to lose.
"Afterwards, you will explain to me how you healed so quickly, quicker than medicine can heal?" he sternly asked.
Mena nodded her head. But she knew she would never tell him. She didn't even know her self, how she healed as quickly as she does. She slowly sat up from the bed and Dr. Clark rushed over to assist her. But she pushed him back.
"You have to let me help you."
Mena shrugged. She knew he would not stop trying to help. She felt the same strength that he felt towards her. So they both gave in to each other.
"Here," He said.
He pushed some slippers out from under the hospital bed. Mena gratefully took them. She remembered how cold the floors were from earlier that day.
"Now, we have to be quite, it is past hours." He explained.
"You're breaking the rules for me?" Mena asked him.
He nodded his head as he assisted her along. She stared at him in shock. He was so cute. His hair was brown and spiky. His eyes glowed majestic blues. But he was also very kind. Which to Mena was a perfect man. And to top it all off, he has a job, that gives great pay, not that she was after money.
"Here we are." He said.
He paused and Mena read the door, which said 'Intensive Care Unit'. Mena began to quiver. She didn't know how to handle the state of her friend. She felt worse than she had ever before.
"Take me back." Mena whispered.
"I think you should speak with her, before." Dr. Clark began but paused.
He brought his gaze to the floor and began to kick his foot around.
"Until?" Mena questioned.
"Until, I mean she may not make it." He said.
Mena's eyes grew wider. Her fear dropped. She couldn't let another friend die with out a proper good bye.
Mena pushed the door open slightly and turned her head back to the Dr. He was hunched against the sidewall.
"I will be here, if need be." He said.
Mena smiled and turned her eyes back the room. She could see all the beds that were filled with corpse like people. Mena pushed through the fear and opened the door all the way as she slid through the door. She searched the room until her eyes came upon a brunette haired woman.
Mena took in a deep breath as she meandered over to the bed Asia was in. She exhaled and paused at the edge of Asia's bed.
Asia stirred and opened her eyes. She was paler than the moon. But she smiled at Mena despite it all.
"Hey." She sweetly said with a raspy voice.
"How are you?" Mena questioned.
"I have been better." She replied.
"Yeah, you have." Mena said with a slight chuckle.
Mena paused and there was an awkward silence. Mena had no idea what to say to her ex-boyfriends victim.
"Are you alright?" Asia asked Mena.
Mena gave a look of sadness to her friend. Of course she was all right. She had never been hurt longer than three days. She felt bad that her friend had asked her this.
"Don't ask me what I should be asking you!" Mena demanded.
Asia sighed. She knew she wouldn't be asking the question had she not been in the state she was in.
"You have been out for more than three days, how do you feel?" Mena asked her poorly looking friend.
"Fine, better than new, except for this pain in my back." Asia said. "But other than that, I am great, now that someone I know is in here with me."
"I am so glad you're alive!" Mena cried.
She ran over to the bedside and grasped her friend lightly. She was giving her a long well deserved embrace. But she broke it and push away.
"I didn't know if I would ever see you or Tasia again."
"Tasia?" Mena questioned with worry. "No one has told you?"
"Told me what?" Asia worriedly asked.
Mena stood straight up. She didn't know how to tell her about Tasia. That Tasia had died in the same room, but the same man, and she would have died too. Mena took in another long deep breath. She prepared herself for the worst reaction possible. But Asia already got there.
"She's dead?" Asia sadly asked.
Mena nodded her head mournfully. She turned her watery eyes back to Asia. She rested her head softly against her pillow and sighed. She began to breath heavier and a lone tear fell from her eyes. Mena didn't know what to say or do to make the grief disappear from her mind.
"WE are the lucky ones. You know we are. We should be so lucky to have survived." Asia began. "WE are lucky that she died and not us. Her death was not in vain. Was should be glad, because she is happier where she is."
Mena nodded her head. But she couldn't help but break down. She fell down next to Asia's hospital bed. She was too grief stricken to move. But Dr. Clark was outside listening. He had heard it all and knew what was happening. He walked swiftly inside ans began to pull Mena out.
"I'll be back!" Mena cried in promise.
"Don't threaten me!" Asia said with a smile.
Mena was pulled out of the Intensive Care Unit and back to her room. She immediately fell asleep crying along the way.
A/N: Thanks for reading. And don't forget to review, and tell me what you think! heheheh!
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
So fair, yet so cold like a morning of pale Spring still clinging to winter. -Unknown
Chapter Five: Misty Reality
"Tasia? How is this possible. Your not real, your dead!" Mena shakily said as she stared straight through the smoky image of her friend.
"Oh, I am very real, well misty, but still real!"
"I am sorry, my imagination has just hit over load."
"Not yet. There is much to learn, but that is left up to another to tell you. I love you, but I have to go, I am being called." Tasia's soft voice said.
"No! If you were real, you wouldn't go!" Mena cried.
"Farewell."
Then the misty white figure that was Tasia had faded away.
"NO!" Mena screamed.
She fell to the floor. She saw her friend speaking for the last time. Mena felt a tear fall and more began to shed. Mena balled up on the floor and began to cry.
"Miss. What are you doing in here?' A man asked with a strong voice.
"I-I Tasia." Mena whimpered.
The man noticed that the sheet had fallen off of one of the corpses. He hesitated and went over to place the sheet back over Tasia. He then went over to Mena and slowly placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Miss. You are not supposed to be here. Let's get you back to your bed." He kindly said.
Mena was too distraught to tell what was going on. She was carefully carried back to her hospital room. And placed down gently. The man rubbed Mena's head softly and Mena snapped her head towards him.
"Who are you?" Mena shouted in question.
"I am Alex Clark, the chief resident at the hospital. Are you all right? Do you have a concussion?" He asked with concern.
"I am fine, can I see Asia?" Mena quickly asked.
"If you take a short rest now." He asked Mena.
Mena nodded. He began to place all of the needles back into her arm carefully. He then smiled as Mena was closing her eyes. Then he left the room to leave her to get some well-deserved rest.
~*~ 12 hours past~*~
Mena opened her eyes slowly to the hospital room again. She sighed. She thought it was all just an extreme nightmare.
"Hello?" Mena called out.
Immediately a doctor ran in. But it was not just a doctor it was the chief resident.
"Mena, what is wrong?" He asked.
"How long?" She questioned.
"How long what?"
"Have I been asleep?"
"Twelve hours. But it is good for you to-"
"Asia! Can I see her?" Mena abruptly asked.
Dr. Clark paused as he stared at me straightforwardly. He sighed, because he knew he would never win. She seemed to head strong to lose.
"Afterwards, you will explain to me how you healed so quickly, quicker than medicine can heal?" he sternly asked.
Mena nodded her head. But she knew she would never tell him. She didn't even know her self, how she healed as quickly as she does. She slowly sat up from the bed and Dr. Clark rushed over to assist her. But she pushed him back.
"You have to let me help you."
Mena shrugged. She knew he would not stop trying to help. She felt the same strength that he felt towards her. So they both gave in to each other.
"Here," He said.
He pushed some slippers out from under the hospital bed. Mena gratefully took them. She remembered how cold the floors were from earlier that day.
"Now, we have to be quite, it is past hours." He explained.
"You're breaking the rules for me?" Mena asked him.
He nodded his head as he assisted her along. She stared at him in shock. He was so cute. His hair was brown and spiky. His eyes glowed majestic blues. But he was also very kind. Which to Mena was a perfect man. And to top it all off, he has a job, that gives great pay, not that she was after money.
"Here we are." He said.
He paused and Mena read the door, which said 'Intensive Care Unit'. Mena began to quiver. She didn't know how to handle the state of her friend. She felt worse than she had ever before.
"Take me back." Mena whispered.
"I think you should speak with her, before." Dr. Clark began but paused.
He brought his gaze to the floor and began to kick his foot around.
"Until?" Mena questioned.
"Until, I mean she may not make it." He said.
Mena's eyes grew wider. Her fear dropped. She couldn't let another friend die with out a proper good bye.
Mena pushed the door open slightly and turned her head back to the Dr. He was hunched against the sidewall.
"I will be here, if need be." He said.
Mena smiled and turned her eyes back the room. She could see all the beds that were filled with corpse like people. Mena pushed through the fear and opened the door all the way as she slid through the door. She searched the room until her eyes came upon a brunette haired woman.
Mena took in a deep breath as she meandered over to the bed Asia was in. She exhaled and paused at the edge of Asia's bed.
Asia stirred and opened her eyes. She was paler than the moon. But she smiled at Mena despite it all.
"Hey." She sweetly said with a raspy voice.
"How are you?" Mena questioned.
"I have been better." She replied.
"Yeah, you have." Mena said with a slight chuckle.
Mena paused and there was an awkward silence. Mena had no idea what to say to her ex-boyfriends victim.
"Are you alright?" Asia asked Mena.
Mena gave a look of sadness to her friend. Of course she was all right. She had never been hurt longer than three days. She felt bad that her friend had asked her this.
"Don't ask me what I should be asking you!" Mena demanded.
Asia sighed. She knew she wouldn't be asking the question had she not been in the state she was in.
"You have been out for more than three days, how do you feel?" Mena asked her poorly looking friend.
"Fine, better than new, except for this pain in my back." Asia said. "But other than that, I am great, now that someone I know is in here with me."
"I am so glad you're alive!" Mena cried.
She ran over to the bedside and grasped her friend lightly. She was giving her a long well deserved embrace. But she broke it and push away.
"I didn't know if I would ever see you or Tasia again."
"Tasia?" Mena questioned with worry. "No one has told you?"
"Told me what?" Asia worriedly asked.
Mena stood straight up. She didn't know how to tell her about Tasia. That Tasia had died in the same room, but the same man, and she would have died too. Mena took in another long deep breath. She prepared herself for the worst reaction possible. But Asia already got there.
"She's dead?" Asia sadly asked.
Mena nodded her head mournfully. She turned her watery eyes back to Asia. She rested her head softly against her pillow and sighed. She began to breath heavier and a lone tear fell from her eyes. Mena didn't know what to say or do to make the grief disappear from her mind.
"WE are the lucky ones. You know we are. We should be so lucky to have survived." Asia began. "WE are lucky that she died and not us. Her death was not in vain. Was should be glad, because she is happier where she is."
Mena nodded her head. But she couldn't help but break down. She fell down next to Asia's hospital bed. She was too grief stricken to move. But Dr. Clark was outside listening. He had heard it all and knew what was happening. He walked swiftly inside ans began to pull Mena out.
"I'll be back!" Mena cried in promise.
"Don't threaten me!" Asia said with a smile.
Mena was pulled out of the Intensive Care Unit and back to her room. She immediately fell asleep crying along the way.
A/N: Thanks for reading. And don't forget to review, and tell me what you think! heheheh!
