Is My Life Ordinary? - Chapter 93

“You have till the end of the day,” I said, Find me something that can help me get a lead on the Student Council then-”

I stopped talking for a moment there.

“Then what…?”

“Then don’t even think of talking to me or about the deal,” I said, “Don’t ever mention it.”

With that, I walked towards my class. I didn’t bother taking a look at Iris’s face because I, myself, wasn’t sure if I was doing okay or not.

Ever since those flashbacks I saw earlier in the library I have this uneasiness inside me.

I was having difficulty breathing.

“W-Whoa…” I was walking casually but for a moment there I felt like I lost the strength in my body.

As I walked I had to take support of the wall to walk.

My head started to hurt just like before.

Just like that time in the library, but this time I wasn’t seeing things at the moment.

Walking a while I couldn’t make myself go to the class or we can say that I can’t go to the classroom in this state of mine. So, I turned around and went to the infirmary instead.

…

The infirmary was on the first floor so I had to walk down there. Even while I was walking I was having minor headaches along with slightly disbalance. Was it because of those flashbacks back then? No, it must be because I haven’t completely recovered mentally. It has to be.

Nevertheless, I didn’t stop. My head was constantly in pain and at any one point, those flashbacks will come back. I still continued to walk and walked down the path to the infirmary.

If I were to be frank here these stairs felt like never-ending stairs. For how long have I been walking? Isn’t it taking too long?

But after my constant will to continue I was able to reach there.

“At last… I reached,” I said.

At this point, I was about to faint.

“Just hold on a little longer,” I said in my mind.

I stepped inside but I still didn’t have enough stand-up straight so I had to take the support from the sidewall.

And at that moment, the moment I stepped inside I felt a sudden burst of wind pushing against me.

It felt much more powerful like it was pushing me back, no it was me who has become weak to the point I can’t stand my ground even against the wind.

Whatever those flashbacks are, one thing is clear, they are making me weak.

And that was when I noticed a figure sitting near the entrance.

She must be the taker here, “Now what happened to you…?” she asked me.

I saw a stool near the door so I stepped forward to sit down there because I, myself, don’t know when my legs will give up so just for the assurance I sat there but someone had a problem with that.

“Hey, you can’t sit there until you tell the reason…!” she exclaimed.

Ouch, her high-pitched voice hurt.

“Ah, headache…?” I said.

“Really…?” she questioned me.

What is she doing…? I need to sit down somewhere I don’t think I can last longer, at least not when those flashbacks are appearing again and again.

“Ye- Yes,” I said, “Can I rest here or not? Or do you want me to write an essay about it?”

I was already pretty disturbed with Iris’s doing and with those weird flashbacks messing up my brain I don’t want to argue with her now. I can’t.

“What was that? You can’t say that to me, you know?” she said in a stern voice.

“Look I am really sorry for that but I am having a hard time here…” I said in a voice loud enough that only she could hear, “So, can you take a look at it or at least let me rest here for a while…”

I don’t even think I can stand any longer. The pain isn’t bearable anymore.

“That is secondary,” she said, “No matter what your situation is, that isn’t the way to talk to any teacher. You understand me…?”

What’s her problem…?

Ack!

Again the bright light, people chattering but not a single word can be heard clearly. I need somewhere or something to calm this stupid thing down, and fast.

“Then, a student that is in pain instead of giving him medical attention you are questioning him, is that the right thing to do, huh?” I said.

Looking at her I don’t think she isn’t going to let me rest that easily so the only option left is to talk back to her because only expressing my suffering to her isn’t doing any good.

But that was the last thing I could do.

“Huh?!” she yelled at me as she stood up from her seat.

“You cou-”

Okay, it’s finally here.

I don’t mean death. I mean I am losing strength here.

I could feel my hand slide down the wall I was taking support to stand up. Ah, here it comes.

My eyesight was becoming darker, I could feel my strength leave my body.

As I was falling down I could feel the wind against my face, hands.

It was painful.

My legs gave out and I lost complete balance of myself. I tried moving my hand to regain my composure but it was a wall for naught since I can’t move a centimeter. My body won’t listen to me anymore.

“Wh-~~!!” I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I am pretty sure that at this point she was convinced that I was really in a bad shape.

But what does it matter now?

Now that I am losing myself, my body, my mind. I can’t do anything for myself.

Not just at this point but since earlier I always felt like something is deep inside hiding inside me but what was it exactly?

Is my situation because of it?

Before I could think anymore I lost complete control over my body and…

At this point, I just wish I don’t ever wake up. In my life, there are nothing but new problems arising again and again and again.

I don’t want this anymore but at that moment I heard something deep within the darkness that was hidden.

“Don’t. Don’t stop. Not yet.”

…

(The Moments before Allen was losing his consciousness.)

“Wh- What happened to you!” the caretaker exclaimed as she saw the boy fall on the ground.

*Thud*

The boy that came looking for some help but instead was questioned fell on the ground suddenly while the caretaker was astonished, no she was taken back.

At that moment she realized she did something bad, really bad.

“What have I done?”

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she said in a shaky voice, “I should have let him rest here.”

All sorts of doubts fill upon her. Why wouldn’t they? Just because of a student who was asking for her help, instead of helping him, she began arguing with him.

“R-Right…! I should place him in bed first,” she said and hurriedly tried to pick up the fallen boy.

“W-Wh-? Why is he heavy…?” she exclaimed as she tried picking him up.

“He looked so thin from his looks…” she said as she looked around the boy’s exterior body parts.

“… Hmm… those are some decent muscle growth,” she said in amusement, “He must have been taking care of his body pretty nicely…”

She was going through the boy’s biceps, triceps, leg muscles, and everything else except looking at the boy himself.

“… Oh! I completely forgot about him…!” When she reached his arm muscles region she then noticed that the body wasn’t moving at all and that’s when it clicked to her that she needed to treat him quickly before someone else sees the boy in this condition.

“Here we go!”

She pulled the body over to the farthest bed in the room and placed him there.

“That wasn’t that hard I guess…” She couldn’t lift up the boy so she had to drag him down there. So, yeah it wasn’t that hard.

“Now then what shall we do about him…?” She pulled out his stethoscope and checked his heart beat.

“… His heart rate is slightly higher but it’s nothing to be concerned about but then why? I checked he also doesn’t have any fever or any external physical injury. So why?” She kept on wondering about it and couldn’t think of a definitive answer.

“Excuse me, I scratched my knee. Can you take a look…?” a boy emerged on the entrance with his knee bleeding.

“Coming,” she said as she checked the boy for the last time but still nothing was found.

“Okay,” the newcomer said as she sat on the stool beside the door.

“What do we have here…?” nothing to be found she left the boy on the bed and went towards the new patient.

“I fell~”

While the other two were busy talking about how he fell and got hurt, the boy on the bed was left alone. Not knowing when he will wake up.

TO BE CONTINUED…