The Void Between Hearts ~~ongoing~~

40. Surrender (Ivan)

The void between survival. . .
When losing love feels like losing life,
Find your love and fly your white flag.
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I didn't die.

The last memory I had was of falling into a deep sleep, without ever being drowsy.

My eyes flicker open from my medicated sleep and I take in my surroundings. Feeling out of place in the smell and sounds, I close my heavy eyes again, allowing myself to drift back into calm.

"Hi,"

I look towards the direction of the voice, a guy wearing a striped tie is staring at me. Striped ties are my least favourite kind of ties but I'm too medicated to care .

"Ivan?"

I try to nod, I don't know if he can tell.

"My name is Michael," he says, "I'm friends with Boma. She asked me to check in on you, I didn't think you'd be awake though. She's been beating her self up all night."

She found me?

I shut my eyes, allowing what fluids I have left to sip out, as I sniffle quietly.

"I'll just go tell her that you're awake." I hear the doors slide closed.

Only to open up again, following the sound of shuffling shoes. It's Dr. Stubborn Chin.

"Mr. Adebayo. So we meet again." he pulls a revolving stool from the corner. "Suicide?" His brows knit as he shakes his head.

I don't think he expects an answer.

"That's a pretty serious thing you know, those combinations you took, it's a miracle you didn't stay dead."

I actually died?

He moves his stethoscope to my chest, listening to my heart. Then he picks my hand off the bed, checking my pulse, before focusing his torch at my eyes. The brightness burns, coercing the last few drops of tears to let go of my eyes.

"You're all stable now, so we'll move you to the suite. Lucky you, wealthy parents, wonderful family." He shakes his head again.

He's mad at me. I'm mad at me too. If I had died, it would have been easier. I don't know how I'm going to face them now.

He stands up, placing those latex powdered hands on my shoulder. As he leaves, I call out.

My throat feels so arid, like I've never had water for a day in my life. I force out the words, "can I see her?" It's a hoarse whisper.

"Boma? Sure. Once we settle you into the suite."

"Can you do me a favour?" I ask.

"What is it?"

"Can you make it possible that she sees me first before anyone else?"

He blinks, slowly, merely nodding, before walking out. I believe it was a yes. So I breathe deep, allowing my burning lungs to expand, then I let out the breath in one strained sweep, clearing my mind of the debris of thoughts that still lingered.