Chapter 69: Three Maheswarans and a sleeping gem. [PART 3 - END]
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No matter what anyone said, Connie was convinced that the situation before her was the result of her careless actions.
She had a responsibility, and she had been negligent.
Her mind kept demanding an explanation or an excuse for what had happened, but she had no words. She could only cry, swallowing any sound in her throat to avoid attracting attention.
While Connie was immersed in her sorrow, something strange began to happen with Asha before her. Her toes, which had been motionless until moments ago, suddenly twitched.
It was a subtle movement, easy to miss, and in her tear-filled state, it would have been understandable if it had gone unnoticed. But that was not the case.
Connie saw the movement clearly and was so shocked that the tears in her eyes seemed to pause, as if deciding whether to fall or stay.
"Asha…?"
She asked in a raspy voice, unsure whether she was experiencing another hallucination. As she remained frozen in her chair, Asha's feet began to tremble more intensely.
Her toes clearly contracted.
Connie felt a surge of strength in her legs, making her stand up and run to Asha in a single breath.
Pens and notebooks fell to the floor, and her backpack was left lying there. However, she couldn't care less about small details.
"Asha!"
She touched Asha's face and looked at her vital signs. The monitor screen showed no changes; her heartbeat remained low but constant, and her breathing was stable.
But if that was the case, what explained this phenomenon?
Asha's feet and hands trembled intermittently, as if she were having a bad dream.
"W-What's happening?"
Connie was confused, and her arms didn't know exactly where to go. Even checking her pulse and vital signs yielded no results different from the equipment.
"Mom... I need to call Mom...!"
After a senseless agitation, she finally arrived at a rational answer. Her mother might be able to resolve this situation; she always had an answer for cases like this.
Normally, doctors would react at the first sign of an anomaly, but Asha's case showed no alarming signs. She had to run and call for help herself.
Connie prepared to run, but a force stopped her. She quickly looked down and saw a hand gripping her shirt.
Her heart pounded rapidly as she processed the situation, and her eyes returned to Asha's face. The moment the image appeared before her, she stopped breathing.
Drops of water leaked from the sleeping girl's closed eyes.
Tears slowly trickled down her cheeks and touched the white blankets covering the bed where she slept.
The girl's pale lips trembled against each other, and her eyebrows furrowed in terrible pain.
In this environment, where only the two of them remained, the sleeping Asha slowly parted her lips.
"It hurts..."
An innocent, muffled voice could be heard in the terribly silent hospital.
Connie had never heard Asha's voice before, and she didn't think she ever would because of her condition. But the moment she did, she wasn't even in the right frame of mind to process what had happened.
If she were to hear her voice, she would have wanted it to be in a happy and calm environment. But the first words she spoke were a manifestation of pain, probably a pain so terrible that it could make even the silent Asha complain.
Her breathing became labored, and her vision blurred as she looked at Asha. Unable to leave or understand the situation, Connie simply acted instinctively.
She turned to Asha and embraced her body tenderly, like an adult easing a child's pain.
"It... hurts..."
Again, muffled words could be heard from beneath her. Connie felt her heart freeze, but her hands remained steady on Asha's back, giving her light pats.
"It's okay... The pain will go away quickly."
Connie said, tears streaming down her face as if she were the only one feeling the pain.
But even in this devastated state, her free hand reached down to the hospital bed and pressed a button located at the bottom.
The moment she pressed the button, an alarm blared through the room, followed by a loud bang on the door. Then her mother burst in with disheveled clothes, as if she hadn't even had time to notice her own state.
When she saw her hugging Asha, who was crying in the hospital bed, she quickly approached, preparing to administer an anesthetic.
Connie was inevitably separated from Asha as her mother continued the procedure. Moments later, Asha's condition finally stabilized, and tears stopped streaming down her face.
Her mother sighed with relief at the sight of everything stable, then looked at Connie with her dark, sleep-deprived eyes.
"What happened?"
Connie tried to choose her words carefully to calm her mother and justify herself, but the only thing that came to her mind was the image of Asha sobbing and forcing out words.
"...She said it hurt."
"She said?"
Hearing her mother's doubt, she simply nodded. Priyanka seemed to go into shock for a moment and then turned her eyes to Asha.
Connie couldn't see her expression, and her mother didn't seem to intend to show it.
"Take your things and leave with your father. I'll take over from here."
Under her mother's authoritative words, she nodded and began to gather the materials she had dropped earlier.
These materials were simple pencils and pens, along with her still-incomplete homework. But something peculiar could also be found among these belongings.
A worn notebook full of drawings and notes.
Asha's notebook.
Connie always brought it along, imagining that she would wake up and feel insecure without it nearby.
To respect her privacy, she had never even peeked at its contents.
However, at that moment, her eyes lingered on that notebook more than usual.
Her hands tucked the notebook into her backpack, and then she left the room.
Until the very last second, her eyes remained on Asha, but her thoughts were elsewhere.
"What could be inside?"
Perhaps she could find the answers she sought there.
Her hands gripped the straps of her backpack tightly, while her throat tightened with tension.
A door that shouldn't be opened was, unfortunately, about to open.
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Author's note
I finished this part today; the [Complete] version may take a while to come out. I want to see if anything can be improved or if there are any grammatical errors.
I hope you liked it! 🍎
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