Chapter 5 - Recovery [Time Will Tell]

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I fight myself to stay awake because I can feel myself drifting. I hear the beeping become louder and faster. Mercy grabs me and keeps shaking me awake. After awhile I start to get the feeling in my limbs and cry out in pain. That's when he lets go of me, relieved by my reaction. Jonathan arrives in the meantime, frantic. He checks the IV stuck in my arm, then goes over to the beat up hospital equipment to push a random assortment of colored buttons. Mercy wipes a tear or two out of his eyes.

"What happened" I struggle to get out. My voice is slowly disappearing, but he managed hear it.

"Something went...wrong. You nearly died." he says. For some reason, those words really punch me in the gut. He looks over to Jonathan, who nearly jumps out of his skin.

"Jon. What actually happened?" he whispered hoarsely. Jonathan adjusts his jacket and clears his throat.

"Well sir, she overdosed. It could have been for a number of reasons, like her body rejecting the pills, or her being allergic to an ingredient in the pills. I digress, she had a seizure, or what it seems like based on what you described, and what is seen here" he makes a circle motion with his hand to show something but my periphery is blocked.

"She managed to spraine her arm in the process." I look down at the cast on my arm. I try moving it slightly, but it doesn't move. I found it, oddly amusing, and giggled, or attempted to. They ignore it and continue to talk to each other.

"From what it seems, she seems to be fine physically, but mentally...."he treads off. Mercy raises an eyebrow.

"What do you mean? C'mon damnit! Spit it out!" Jon squeals in fear

"Uh-um well, from these readings here." he points to something on the screen again, "Sylver's readings...well I mean her brain activity is well, um. Okay, so what's may be happenin-" Who's Sylver? Am I Sylver? I don't that being my name?

"Stop beating around the damn bush and spit it OUT!" Mercy shouts.

"S-Sylver's brain activity is diminishing!" he shouts back in fear. Mercy goes silent. I stop trying to fidget, my heart starts to race. Jon looks down.

"What do you mean Jon?"

"Well sir, her brain activity is decreasing, from something. These reading are much lower than yesterdays. Basically, at the rate it's starting to decrease at, Sylver'll go brain dead within two weeks. It's an estimation, but it's the most accurate." Mercy's breathing becomes shaky.

"Is there something we can do?"he croaks out.

"Hope for the best. That's it. I'm sorry sir." he looks over,"I'm sorry Sylver. Excuse me" he scurries out. Mercy looks at me for a long time. He doesn't say a word, but I can see on his face he's very upset. Seeing all these emotions on him is quite an experience.

"Yeah...I'm sorry too." he leaves. I'm left with beeping hospital equipment, these four walls, and a sprained wall. I fixate myself into a comfortable position, with the limited amount of mobility I have, and doze off. Hope is looking bleak it seems. If we even had hope that is. Only 5 of us remain, excluding myself, just after one day. Or I think anyways. Throughout the next few days I dance between consciousness and unconsciousness, only waking up if someone is touching me, or Jon comes in to check my vitals. I keep having flashbacks to what had happened days prior. These flashback are so vivid, it feels like it's happening to me again.

《"This is for you, Sylver"》

I try to fight them down as best as I can, and swallow the lump in my throat. I don't want to feel anything anymore. I'd love to feel how Mercy does when he kills. No remorse. No guilt. Empty.

From what it seems, my brain activities improved. So much that I'm released from the medic room and put back into the room with the five left. I'm walked down by Alex. He doesn't hold on to me, but being honest, I wouldn't want him to. He unlocks and opens the door, and guides me and closes it back. As I walk in, I'm met with gasps. I ignore them and walk to my bed and out once again. Though it was such a short distance, it felt like I ran a marathon.

The room still reeks of blood. I also hear a man's voice. I really can't decipher words anymore. I also stop trying to decipher how much time has ed. Everytime I wake up, I see the same five people on their beds, with bored expressions. The sun seems motionless, as it bounces off the now reinforced bars in the window. It makes me wonder, will I ever see the sun again?

I keep reflecting on what happened to make myself sleepy enough to go to sleep again. My brain is still trying to catch up to present day it seems. I feel guilty because I feel like I caused three deaths. I know Aaron bought that onto himself, but I can't help but feel like it's my fault as well. I guess Aaron died after all, since he's no longer here anymore. I must be important to Mercy in some way. I've never seen that man cry before. I wonder what connection I have to Mercy, that he goes out of his way to cause pain?

I've been sleeping on and off for so long now, it feels like there's a groove in my cheap mattress they have us sleep on. I'm snapped out of my sleep as I hear that trademark whistle again. I understand everyone's shocked gasps. They understand the course of events. However their gasps sound like this is a new thing for them. I know what's going to happen next. There's no denying someone will die.

Aaron flashes into my head. His gagging face. His pained expression. His squirming body halting to a stop. His black blood. Mercy's delighted expression as he walked away. It puts you in the mind of the expression you'd see from a kid, getting a video game or a person getting a candy bar after a strenuous diet. That feeling of finally having it. For it to be done. To have, peace. Happiness. It gives me full body chills. Chills that can never go away.

Mercy comes in, just wearing all black. No fancy suit, suspenders, nothing. From his plain black shirt to his basic black boots. His hair is slightly messy as well. I wonder why he has no fancy clothes on. Perhaps he was tired of having his suits blood soaked. I lift my head and I see Mercy. My bones crack from the stiff position I had been in for who knows how long. His face darkens when he sees me. I steady myself and wait to see what he's going to do. Rather who he's going to pick. "Everybody up."

Everyone looks at him shocked. I look beyond shocked. Is he going to kill all of us at once? Are we going somewhere?

"Did I stutter? Get the hell up now." Everyone scrambles to get up. Once trips over his covers, but makes a speedy recovery and everyone stands in front of their bed. Except me. I try getting off of my bed as hastily as they did but my brain and my body don't feel like cooperating. A man starts to charge at me but Mercy stops him before he reaches me.

"Leave her be for a bit." he turns to the other five,"You're in luck friends. You're going to have a lovely shower today. Even get a change of clothes. Aren't I so generous?" Silence. "I said aren't I so generous?" People murmur their half-baked thanks for his generosity. It takes a lot of willpower to not laugh. That and I might break a bone if I do.

"William. Jeremy. Show them to the showers." The two men lead them out. I try lifting myself off my bed, but Mercy stops me.

"You're going to come with me for a bit. 'Kay?" he smiles, and it seems genuine. It makes me sick that he's being so nice to me. But I'm not going to detest it. He helps me off my bed and holds my shoulder as we walk down the corridor, opposite to where the two men took the other five. Part of me was concerned that that was a ploy to kill them all, but I didn't want to accept it, so I ignore the thought, focusing on where we were walking to. We take several lefts and rights, each hallway getting warmer than the rest. That's when I look down and see that I have no shoes on. Mercy notices and stops me and types up something on his phone before continuing forward.

We enter a room, one that looks way too uncharacteristic to the rest of the facility. Its an office. The carpet on the floor nearly makes me cry, from not seeing it for so long, letting the fabric rub on the soles of my feet. He guides me into a very beautiful looking bathroom, compared to the garbage looking one we always have to use, and he tells me to bathe for as long as I like, shutting the door.

I take a look around the octagonal shaped bathroom and look at the collection of soaps. Shampoos, conditioners, body washes. Then I look at the shower. At first glance I didn't notice because there wasn't a tub attached. It was just a large area with a blurred sliding glass door. I step into the shower and look at the dials to the shower, trying to understand them before using it. I undress and take a look at my body. I almost didn't recognize it. I grab an assortment of soaps and start the shower and wash. It must have been a while, because the shower floor was practically another color. I try to take the removable shower head and clear up some of the murky grime before I step out. Once I step out, covering myself with one of the expensive looking showers hanging on the door, I look around to see why there isn't any mirrors.

It kind of hit me suddenly, that there is a shower here because he cleans himself off once he's done killing.

I look on the toilet seat and see there's some new clothes there, and that my old clothes are missing. When did he slip in? And how did I not hear him? I dry off and slowly slip the clothes on. Some thin grey sweatpants and a plain black T-shirt with his cologne scent. The cologne smells nice, but knowing he own this makes me slightly nauseous. I also see a black pair of socks which I happily slip on.

I walk out of the bathroom to see Alex talking to Mercy, in what seems to be a casual conversation. Me and Alex lock eyes and I get a slight surge of anxiety. Mercy clears his throat.

"Alex is going to walk you back to the room. I have something that I need to attend to. Alex, don't do anything stupid. Good night Sylver." Mercy takes his leave, and we follow suit. Mercy takes a right and we take the left. As we keep walking, the corridor gets colder and colder, and darker as well. Alex starts mumbling to himself, but obviously loud enough so I heard it.

"...wish he was this nice to me when I was trapped in this hellhole. I'd love getting to shower in a expensive bathroom with actual hot water." he spits. I try to ignore him, but he's the only thing I hear in the hallway. Curiosity kind of takes over too, wondering what he specifically meant by that. Once we reach the door, I sigh in relief. He unlocks and guides me through. I sigh in relief again when I see that everyone is alive and unharmed. The mood seems to be slightly positive. I walk towards my bed, noticing some cleaner looking bedding, and something on top of it. When I reach my bed, I see a new pair of lace-less shoes and a small note inside of one of the shoes.

You're welcome -J.G.