For a moment, his expression softened. His gaze lingered on her face as though he was waiting for her to open her eyes.
Kelvin exhaled lightly and began checking her vitals.
He changed the emptied IV, fixing a blood bag on her right hand and an IV on her left. After he adjusted he sighed.
Then pulled a chair closer and sank into it as he wrote down every observation. The scratching of his pen was the only sound in the room.
Sonia had slumped back into darkness after the faint twitch of her hand. Lying quiet and still as though it was never there.
When he finished, he closed the file, his eyes swirled with a mix of emotion, his brow furrowed slightly as he stared her.
Every indicator had been steady. And with no accidents she was supposed to wake by now but seeing her not showing any sign of waking up, Kelvin felt at loss.
"Sonia Walker…are you really going to remain asleep because you are asked to?"
His voice carried a faint hint of mockery.
"Shouldn't you fight for yourself at least this once?"
"Is the eldest daughter of the Walker family this weak?"
"Oh."
"I forgot."
"Even when you are the eldest, you were still treated badly… while the second and illegitimate daughter was treated like a princess."
He sighed heavily. "You really are easy to bully."
Kelvin leisurely leaned back in the chair twirling the pen in his hand.
"Anyway… tomorrow is the funeral rite."
He paused briefly and glanced at her. "And you know what that means, just as you wanted… you would disappear from the face of the earth."
"You would be forgotten."
"Erased."
"And discarded with no guilt."
"Yeah." He sighed dramatically. "You should understand that kind of feeling."
"The people that killed you will walk the face of the earth… discharged and acquitted without trial."
"And you…"
"You would turn into dust buried beneath the soil… six feet deep."
"You know what that means?"
"It only means that in the end… you are still the one who lost."
He leaned closer.
"Sonia Walker, are you ready to lose this fight?"
He gently patted her cheek with a teasing grin.
"Then it's your call."
He bent closer to her ear.
"And my princess… believe me, I will surely fulfill that wish."
"You are leaving me with no option than to send you to the Hort family to be buried."
"At least you might find some rest there."
He glanced at his wristwatch."It's twenty-four hours from now…"
"And if by the seventeenth hour you are still like this… I will have no other option than to…"
His voice trailed off.
His brow furrowed slightly at the redness like a blush spreading across her pale face.
He blinked and when he looked again, it was still the same.
If she was awake, he would have counted that as anger but no she wasn't awake and he wasn't even sure she was waking up.
But then he hoped she would wake up.
He hoped she would be stimulated by his words.
He hoped that her anger would force her awake.
Kelvin felt he was asking for the impossible but then he couldn't find himself to stop.
He hoped to talk some senses into her. To remind her is not all about giving up on oneself.
No matter how he thought about it, he still wanted to believe Sonia Walker would give herself a chance.
A chance to re-write her story. A chance not to be the docile daughter and the lovely daughter-in-law.
Others might not know but he had always known she had a few things she loved.
Things she wanted to achieve.
And while she wanted these, she was afraid to speak out. To make the Old Lady burdened.
She hoped Alex would see her good side but no it was all a lie.
Kelvin sighed. He grabbed his note and walked towards the door, his fist clenched tightly around his notepad.
He pulled the door open and without a glance back he shut it with a bang that rattled across the entire floor before.
The guards flinched at the anger radiating off from him. They exchanged a quick glance between themselves.
And then shrugged.
It wasn't their place to know but it was surprising, he had gone into that room gently and had to walk off in anger.
They were all clear that the lady in there was in a coma and would definitely not make him angry.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the ICU took a drastic turn.
Kelvin never noticed but Sonia's hand had twitched while he was talking.
Her brow furrowed a few times, at the loud bang of the door.
Moments later, her eyes slowly opened and the off white ceiling came into view.
She blinked once.
Twice.
It was still there.
Off-white.
Not white.
Her brows slowly furrowed.
"Where… is this?"
Her voice sounded hoarse and dry. Almost unfamiliar to her own ears.
The words barely escaped her lips before the weakness in her throat forced them back down.
She needed water to moisten her parched throat. Sonia's gaze drifted around the room again, but there was no one in sight.
Sonia blinked slowly.
Her vision remained fixed on the off-white ceiling above her.
Off white.
Not the pure sterile white of the hospital ward she remembered.
Her brows slowly knitted together. A faint ache pulsed through her temples.
Where… was she?
Her thoughts felt sluggish, as if something heavy was pressing down on her mind, preventing it from remembering clearly.
She tried to move.
Her fingers twitched weakly against the sheet.
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
The slight motion startled her. Her breathing became uneven.
She tried to move her hand but felt the IV line attached to her two hands. Her gaze followed the line, and her brow knitted together.
This sound again? Shouldn't that be in the past?
A strange confusion filled her chest.
Why… Why was she awake again?
Wasn't she supposed to have… Her thoughts abruptly froze.