Chapter 5 Home we go

A month has passed since I've been admitted into this hospital.

I no longer have to pretend that I'm unfamiliar with most things.

And during this period I got to understand yo-yo, he's not just an heavenly system been programmed by the heaven, or... whatever programmed it.

But he's a being, and it has emotions.

Even though he's scary at times, always nagging me at most stuffs.

He's still the most closest thing to a friend here.

And mom, every single day I spend here, she's always with me.

I'm a bit worried, I really do hope her business won't be affected all because of me.

"Mr Angel, the genre..."

The ward door opened.

Doctor Gabriel walked in, two familiar nurses flank behind him.

He stopped right before me, signaling the nurses to check other patients.

"Good morning Angel." He said with a voice brace in warmth.

"Good morning sir." I replied.

He glanced around, scanning the entire room. "Where is your mom?"

"Right behind you." I signaled him to look back.

"Oh! Good morning madam." Mom and him came into contact.

She nodded shyly.

Weird!

He smiled, his aura shining brighter than always. "Angel, how are you?" He asked me.

"I'm fine sir." I replied.

"That's good." He said.

Then we spoke for sometime, before my mom cut in between our conversation, as both of them spoke for a very long time.

I could see my mom grinning from ear to ear, her blush all risen. Does she have a crush on him?... NO! Does she?!

I stared at her and the doctor for hours I could not tell, till he eventually said, "Angel has gotten better now, and with time the rest of his memories will slowly return. So now, you guys just have to fill the discharge form, and you're free to go." He said.

"Oh!" Mom sound disappointed.

What do you mean oh? Don't you want me to get better?

Darting my gaze between them both, mom said, "Eh doc-tor, I go miss you oh!!"

What?!!! Miss who? When do you two get so close to be able to miss him?

Fixing my gaze intensely on the doctor. This his your fault, daring to steal my mom, with your charms, and smiles.

Well, let's see about that.

Our eyes jam, awkward cough escaped his lips. "Madam can we go talk outside for a bit." He said.

So you want to go talk outside now? Hmm...

I gaze on him more intense, thinking if I could shoot a dagger from it, trust me doc, by now you would be lying in your own pool of blood.

He turned walking away, and my mom following behind him.

I was left on the bed, the clock ticking by, minute after minutes passed, before mom finally returned.

We gathered my things, and began walking away from the ward, leaving the hospital.

I folded my hands, as my gaze keep glancing back.

Yeah, I'm going to miss here, the peaceful life I had, guess nothing is ever gonna last forever, I thought.

MINUTES LATER...

"Han-gel, we don reach." Mom said, notifying me for our arrival at home.

Slowly, i stepped out from the car.

My gaze fell upon the two-story building, it's sky-blue and white facade a familiar sight.

The compound was eerily quiet, the only sound were the only soft crunch of the gravel beneath my feet. So I thought, no one seems to be around.

"Oya!" Mom called out breaking the silence, as she helped me carry my things up to our apartment floor.

We currently live on the third floor in this apartment building.

The stairs was a bit high, dimly lit, with no breathing space.

Climbing it, my chest felt heavy, I couldn't breathe. Sweat streaming down my face, heat swelling in, as I struggle to make it to the top.

And when we finally arrived, I felt much relief, as a sudden cold breeze wafted past.

The apartment wasn't much, in fact it was quite simple.

We weren't rich, neither were we poor, just... just there... average if that's what I can call it.

I turn to my mom. "Mo-"

"So, you are back, from the dead." Someone said.

A female voice. "Ella, what with you naw?" Mom asked.

I turned to were the voice came from.

It was a girl, fair in complexion, slim a bit curvy.

Her hair parked in a bond, wearing a blue short that expose her laps, and white crop top with blue flower embedded in the middle.

"Nothing mom, just want to greet my beloved twin brother." She said, her eyes already eying me.

Yeah, my TWIN sister.

Mom stared at my supposed twin sister and said, "Okay ooo, carry this things to his room."

"What?!" Her cry's echoed.

"Hmm!" Mom exclaimed softly.

"And what if I don't want to?" She said out loud.

"No do it, you hear. No do it." Mom misspoke again.

"Ahh fuck!" Ella cursed out as she grabbed most of my things. "This isn't fair."

"Hmm" mom exclaimed.

I also grabbed the remaining of my things and followed behind her.

We got to a door, she opened it with a thud. "No break door ohh!" Mom shouted from the living room.

"Whatever." She dropped my bags at the entrance of the door, then glare at me ferociously. "When you return to school you better stay quite if you know what's good for you." She said as she walked away.

RUDE! What does she mean by that?

I turned, seeing my stuffs at the entrance annoyed me a bit. SIGH!

Dragging them in, then gently closed the door behind me.

I dropped the remaining loads on my hands down.

My room wasn't too luxurious, neither was it simple, but more like normal.

It has a nice bed, with small bed shelf at both corners and a lamp on them.

It also has a study table at the corner, with bookshelf on the wall.

I can also see a wardrobe with cloths hanged or folded, and at a corner a couple of my shoes were neatly arranged.

Still scanning the entire room, I caught a glimpse of someone on the mirror at a corner.

Walking towards it, I thought: this is the first time I'm seeing myself after a month at the hospital.

My figure was a bit expecting.

I saw a dark skinny guy, who looks way too sick.

He's hair is rough and full, eyes way too inside, wearing clothes times four of his size.

I raised my t-shirt up, and was exposed to boney figure on the mirror.

"And again..." my sister walked in, her gaze caught hold of my body. "...ewwww! Never mind." She walked out of the door.

I turned back to the mirror, staring at my appearance for sometime.

And thought: yeah, I'm way too ugly.

Then gazed on the bed, sat on it, gently feeling the soft texture of the bedsheet-it's soft.

I lay on it, my consciousness slowly fading away.