(Tom"s PoV)As I was still thinking about it, I felt a presence -not just one, apparently, because I could feel several presences around me.
Next thing I knew, I was seeing some heads looking into the windows.
Ghosts.
I didn"t feel scared because I"ve seen worse. These ghosts were looked rather ordinary, without any changes in their forms. They looked just like how they were when they were alive.
But, how could I see them?
I was sure I had closed my eyes, so how on Earth did I see them?
At that time, I didn"t know the concept of "third eye" but I was smart enough to understand it. I had ever heard about it so it was not hard for me to accept my new ability.
I was still alive.
I could see ghosts as the side-effect of comma, not a new story.
I had read and watched some movies before about a person who went into comma, and lost their memories when they woke up.
I didn"t feel that.
I woke up with my memory was still intact. I didn"t have amnesia like the ones in the movie, how boring!
Well, it was good, too. What could I do if I forgot about Jane?
Surely she would kill me!
My attempt to focus on my surrounding turned into reminiscing my sweet moments with my girl, Jane. I missed her!
I missed everything about her! I even missed her... eh?
The perverted smile on my face turned stiff as I encountered thick fog in my memory. What was it? What happened? Why couldn"t I remember our kiss? I was sure I kissed her, I touched her, I even made love and f.u.c.ked her, but how come the images that I had preciously stored inside my memory gone just like that?
Every time I tried to recall the way her lips felt against my own lips, I saw thick fog.
Every time I tried to remember the way she moaned when I thrust into her hot velvety hole, I saw the thick fog again.
Her l.u.s.ty expression when she c.u.m, her blus.h.i.+ng face when she asked for more, her scream when I licked her, I could only meet the FOG!
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d.a.m.n! What"s wrong?
"I had taken my share. Now, human, farewell." The rough voice belonged to the Genderuwo rang in my ear again and I was sure I saw it near my bed before it vanished into darkness.
Something clicked inside my mind.
Memory of l.u.s.t.
Did he mean everything related to my l.u.s.t had been taken by him?
I quickly searched inside my memory and found nothing related to my perverted encounter with Jane.
He took them all!
I had the urge to cry but no tears would come out. My precious memory!
(ToT)
Call me a pervert, whatever, but my perverted moments with Jane was so precious to me.
Losing them made me devastated!
I don"t want to wake up!
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As much as I said I didn"t want to wake up, my eyes had recovered their energy and flew open when the morning birds chirped on the windowsill.
I had fallen asleep after aggrieving over the lost of my precious memory and I woke up feeling better but with sour mood.
When I opened my eyes, my gaze met a pair of hazel eyes. Surprised filled those eyes and on the next second, the owner of those eyes had run out of the room while calling out for Dr. Gwen.
I didn"t have to wait for long because not long after that, a woman maybe in her early fifties came in a hurry. Following behind her was the owner of those hazel eyes before with a man in white uniform. They acted fast, greeted me first while taking my blood pressure, pulse, and everything only they knew what it was for.
It was hard for me to make a sound first because my throat was dry and my lips were perched, but after they gave me some water and thin slices of ice, I finally felt better.
Dr. Gwen was the person who found me on the sh.o.r.e near this hospital, in City P somewhere in England . She was an energetic old woman who was apparently in her sixties! She looked younger than her own age, I should say.
She filled with positive vibes. She was kind and dedicated to her work, totally a proper role-model one should look up to.
She was also really easy going.
"Does anyone of you know where Jacqueline and Mary went to? I haven"t heard anything from them for a while now." Dr. Gwen asked when she came to check on my condition three days after I woke up.
The owner of those warm hazel eyes, Lily, answered her question while putting a plate of apple on the nightstand. "I haven"t heard anything about them, too. Their house was empty when I went there yesterday. Their neighbors thought they were here." She shrugged her shoulders.
Lily was Dr. Gwen newest recruited nurse. She was twenty-something years old, I guessed. It would be rude of me to ask about her age, so I could only guess it. She was opening up the curtain and window in my room to let fresh air in. Her daily morning job was including getting my room aired and checking my condition for morning report.
She had a pair of warm hazel eyes and some freckles on her face. Considering she had natural red hair, it was normal for her to had freckles. She was also one of the unrestrained person. I mean, she was fully dedicated to her work and was not fear to offend some people if they did something bad in the hospital. Fortunately, she had Dr. Gwen backing her up, if not, I couldn"t imagine what would happen to her.
About Jacqueline and Mary, I guessed those were the names of the previous nurses who "attacked" me. In this particular moment, I was thankful because I couldn"t recall any images or feeling related to "that" night. I even forgot about their lewd conversation. I only remembered that two nurses raped me, but because the lack of feeling and proofs inside my mind, I really didn"t feel a deep trauma. It was like reading a t.i.tle of a story.
Two hot but unknown nurses raped a man in comma.
It was merely a t.i.tle without story.
I was intrigued to say that those two nurses had been taken as concubines in a ghost"s household, but I held back. Nothing good would come out if I said that, right?
"Jacqueline and Mary were the ones who took care of you for the past two years. Too bad they"re not here to witness you waking up." Dr. Gwen sighed, and I sighed for a different reason. What would happen if I woke up while they were raping me? Only the thought of it made me s.h.i.+vered.
"Well, we will wait for a month for their return, if they don"t return by that, I will a.s.sume they had really gone to seek new experience just like how they told me before." Dr. Gwen said casually. "And you, young man, your condition has been stabilized, we can start your therapy anytime you want." She smiled at me.
"Thank you, Doctor. Do you mind if I borrow your phone? I want to make a call to my uncle." I couldn"t possibly do everything for free, right? Calling Uncle Ben was my way out for now.
I hope he didn"t change his number.
"It"s rare to see someone so clear-headed like you after being asleep for two years." Dr. Gwen chuckled but she took out her phone. "Just use it. I know you"re worried about the fees, but I could a.s.sure you that I"m not in a rush for your money. After all, all the resources here are mine. Hahaha..."
Dr. Gwen let out a hearty laughter. There was no arrogance in her tone. I was surprised after she said that it was all her resources, but hearing the way she admitted it so casually without feeling arrogant or shy, I was stunned. What kind of person was she?
After saying that, Dr. Gwen walked out and left me with Lily who was stifling her laughter.
"She is right. This hospital and all the resources are hers. She isn"t a bit shy admitting it, but she is also not displaying arrogance. Weird woman, right?" Lilly explained as she started to fiddle with the electronic devises near my bed. She probably was here to collect it and brought it back to the storage room.
"Abraham will be here shortly to ma.s.sage your legs for you. If you need something, just press on the b.u.t.ton." She said before pus.h.i.+ng the device out of my room.
"Thank you." I said to her.
The room fell into silence when she left. I played with the phone in my hand. Dr. Gwen was so sure to leave her phone to me. Well, it"s not like I"d hack it or do something bad with it, but she was so care free it made my head hurt.
After fiddling with the phone for a while, I tapped on the phone and punched in Uncle Ben"s number. Only when I heard the sound of my call had been connected, I could finally calm myself.
Please, pick it up! Please, pick it up! Please, pick it up!
I chanted in my heart. But, I was happy too early. My heart dropped when I heard the connecting sound stopped.