Remind Me Again

010

010 (Ivan’s POV)

“You have to take chances for the things you care about.”

~Jerry; Eight Below

Night of July 22, 2012

Tamara passed out on me.

“Ivan,” that was the last thing she said before I died, resurrected and was reborn—wait—reincarnated a thousand times before repeating the whole living process once again.

I am driving my car to the hospital right now. And for your good information, just so you know, I didn’t steal this car. This is actually the first in this story that I didn’t steal anything. I own this car. It’s my favorite Bugatti Veyron. I bought this baby via my spliff business which you will further know in the next chapters of part two if you keep on reading “Remind Me Again.”. And yes, I am giving you this information in behalf of the author. I am very feeling Christian right now.

Anyways, going back to Tamara, she was still unconscious and my myocardium was about to break into pieces. My heart suddenly contrasts, afraid of being pulled out into the cold open. It keeps on doing some back flips and it made me feel queasy. It’s pretty unusual for me to feel this way since my body responded via shivering. I wasn’t cold but I am cold. It’s a complicated emotion to explain so don’t ask. I don’t feel hot but my head’s boiling. You could even fry an egg. My subconscious raised his frying pan. But I wanted to kill Dan. If not for John, I might have killed that sick bastard.

How could he take advantage of Tam when he knew that she was sick—different?

I could have killed him. No. I should have killed him. But then another boarder came in to live inside my head called Instincts and he told me that the author of this book instructed him to take the job for my sanity while she’s away making a great miserable living.

Instincts told me that I shouldn’t put trouble at the first line or I’ll never see Tamara again. My subconscious nodded in agreement as he hid his frying pan.

I wanted so bad to feel all right, but Tamara isn’t waking still. When we arrived at the hospital, I gently carried her in my arms and I ran to the ER. I wanted to cry, but for someone like me it would be absurd—so I suppress my sobs inside and let my subconscious do the crying.

Please be all right, Tam.

As I have expected, when I arrived inside the ER, people took their distances from me while some gave me that confused look: why is Ivan Patricks in the hospital with a girl?

My anger busted when no one attended to me—I mean to us—argh! I mean Tam! So I laid her on a stretcher while I called for a doctor to check on her. But none came. Damn it. I don’t look like a monster, do I?

Slight. My subconscious teases.

“Will somebody help me here?” I shouted and my voice roared inside the room, taking all their attention. They looked as terrified as I am. But I was the one in need of help here. It’s like I’ve carried a very deadly virus inside and no one wants to get near me.

“She could be dying! Please!”

Still no one came for Tamara’s rescue. Some hospital treatment they give to their patients. So, having no choice, I helplessly pulled Tamara back in my arms and I stormed out of the ER, finding the last person I’d be less wanting to meet.

“Mom,” my voice cracked and she gave me an alarmed look like any mother would when their child is in jeopardy. If you’re wondering why she’s there, just go back to chapter 009.1 (My POV)—she’s a shrink and she has her graveyard shift today.