
Three days earlier, in the hospital …,
Erick is back with his mother. Her brother who had been on guard all night had just returned home.
"Not bad," Erick murmured as he tried to move freely. He complained of being upset because it turned out to be a bad result. The desired tilted sleeping position makes the stomach of the scar feel pain.
Erick returned to his back and massaged his head with hands free from the infusion tube. Dizziness and nausea are still felt even though it is not as severe as yesterday.
The young man again complained to the woman who was guarding him, "Mom .. wants to vomit!"
Erick's mother helped her son to tilt and vomit his son. Call the nurse and consult about nausea vomiting that still continues to occur 48 hours after surgery.
Erick went back to sleep to ease the discomfort in his stomach. Ignoring nurses who come by hourly just to check their body temperature and blood pressure.
"Erick .. are you ok?" ask a woman to him.
"Hm .. I am fine, Thalia." Erick opened one of his eyes, looking for the owner of the voice that tickled his hearing.
With a huff he opened both eyes and circulated the gaze throughout the room. "Fuck ...," he murmured irritatedly.
It was not a dream, someone came to him and asked. Erick heard the voice very close as if it was whispering in his ear. The worried tone was very thick on the question and the intonation of his voice.
Not wanting to dissolve in the similar feelings that continue to interfere, Erick took the phone that was placed not far from him. His hands reach the gadget that two days is minimal touch.
Pain, nausea and frequent stagnant infusion made the young man sissy himself. Erick replied to several incoming messages asking for news and also sent a voice message to his lover telling him his health condition.
Erick also opened a novel application where he poured writing ideas. Read some comments of loyal readers who pray for his health so that soon can update the story further.
Obviously he can't write, not because his idea doesn't exist. But because his hands were swollen, he moved the infusion site several times because it was always problematic. Not to mention blood draw for lab tests because hemoglobin levels are too low.
Erick opened his private chat with Thalia, the last thing he reported was just feeling better after getting an infusion of two bags of blood.
"Miss me?" Erick sent me a short question as usual. Directly on a tree without a stale base. He was indeed not the kind of man who was good at opening conversations with women.
Thalia did not answer briefly. In addition to saying that he really misses Erick.
Erick smiled as he replied to Thalia's long chat. "If everything is okay, two more days can go home!"
The young man stopped the chat for a while after reading a reply from Thalia. His hands were sore and uncomfortable to type too much. He prefers telepathy. The strange ability that her grandfather inherited works wonders on Thalia and some people who have a sensitivity to her.
It's just that with Thalia deeper and different, although often evaded .. Erick still can't help but think of the woman he has never met in real.
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The same thing was felt by Thalia, she could not stop thinking about Erick and considered him as part of her love journey.
If Erick is more able to understand about the power of telepathy, another case with Thalia who is just learning and trying to understand the uniqueness of herself and Erick.
Unique because it can feel each other, unique because it is in the same mind, unique because it can channel pain, sadness, and happiness between the two.
Erick was sick, Thalia also felt pain in the same place. When Erick vented emotions, Thalia also felt the same anger.Similarly when Erick was sad, Thalia could even cry suddenly. And when Erick feels the desire that arises when with his lover, Thalia feels it too.
Whether it should be labeled what the uniqueness of the two of them, is it a blessing or even a disaster?