As ti passed, his soul nded itself more and more with the help of the Empress and Azir. As it did so, his thoughts beca clearer and clearer. His faculties began to repair, and although they were nowhere near full capability yet, he could think more coherently now.
With this improved ability to think ca the answer to his question. Clearly, it can only be the case that his soul was fragnted in two.
Part of his soul had been transferred back to Earth, to his actual body. When he encountered the Elite Guard, every single instance of damage he took from him must have scattered parts of his soul, sending the fragnts to dissipate into the air.
These faint traces must have been collected before they dissipated, and concentrated. Only that could explain how he seed to be simultaneously present in Earth and Masteria. It was not as if he could be continuously forced in the ga pod and taken out repeatedly.
He closed his non-existent eyes, attempting to feel the soft hospital sheets and the beeping noise. For a mont, nothing happened. Then he soon found his consciousness inhabiting a body once more.
Why?
Why can I shift between both consciousness?
Logic would dictate that both would be simultaneously, neither necessarily aware of the other. Why is it that despite being in an entirely different realm, the soul is connected?
If his soul had been as strong as it was in his previous life, everything would make sense. However, it wasn’t. He could not imagine that his weak soul had the capacity to communicate with itself across realms.
He willed his body to move, and although his body still lagged behind his thoughts, it was much more bearable now. Only here could he truly interact with anything, for in Masteria, he was not inhabiting Lumi. That body was stored by the system, leaving rely his soul.
To his left, there was a digital clock. 10:21 AM. It was the morning, and indeed, he could hear faint activity in the hospital background.
He put his right hand up to his forehead as his head throbbed. Ugh. He had to make his soul whole once more. The way to do that...
He had to go to Masteria once more and claim the half that Herene had gathered for him.
It was already a new day, and his eight hours had reset already, so he could head right in. Except for the part where he was in the hospital.
"Tch." He wondered if he could just leave. What condition was he in, anyway? Could he just call it a random fainting spell and walk out? They couldn’t stop him from leaving, could they? Plus, he didn’t want his body examined too closely. He didn’t want his supernatural body exposed too early.
But...
Renan’s eyes flashed.
Unfortunately, it seems that I’ll have to expose it anyway. Not to the world, but to my family.
He looked around to see what was near him. On his right was so water, and so docunts. He quickly reached to read through them before deciding that they were not of interest.
To his left, he found a note. At the top was frantic writing.
"Please be okay Renan. I love you Renan. Please be alright, I have no idea what happened to you. I brought you to the hospital as soon as I found you. Please be okay son I love you so much."
The note continued with so more information and directions, to which Renan sighed and put the note down.
I was right... I really can’t escape it. I have to reveal it.
Just as his thought finished, the door opened, and a doctor walked in. He was a middle-aged man with hair just starting to grey.
The doctor glanced down at a tablet in his hand before looking up. When he saw Renan sitting up and conscious, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Oh, you’re awake. Good." he said, walking further into the room. "I’m Dr. Tenor. How are you feeling, Renan? Any dizziness or nausea?"
"Just a headache," Renan replied. His voice was raspy, it was the first words he had spoken in quite so ti.
"That’s to be expected." Dr. Tenor pulled a penlight from his pocket. "Follow the light with your eyes for . Don’t move your head."
Renan complied, watching the small beam move back and forth. Internally, he was counting the seconds. He needed to get out of here quickly.
"Pupils are reactive. That’s a good sign." Tenor noted, jotting sothing down. "Your mother found you unresponsive on the floor. Do you rember what happened right before you blacked out?"
I was fighting a mber of the Elite Guard and got my soul shattered into fragnts.
Renan forced himself not to frown. He couldn’t tell the truth, so instead he said. "I was just standing there, then I woke up here. I don’t really rember anything else."
"No chest pain? Palpitations? Did your vision tunnel out?"
"No. Just a sudden blackout."
Dr. Tenor frowned, tapping his pen against the tablet. He didn’t look convinced.
"We ran standard tests when you were brought in." Tenor said. "Do you have any history of fainting? Any new dications or supplents?"
"No." Renan said shortly. "I’m healthy. I’ve never had an issue like this before."
"And no recreational drugs? I have to ask, Renan. This is a judgnt-free zone, but if you took sothing that caused a neurological spike, I need to know so we can monitor your kidneys."
"I don’t do drugs."
Renan kept his expression neutral. He knew why the doctor was digging. To a dical professional, a young man collapsing for no reason usually ant a heart issue, a stroke, or substance abuse. They wouldn’t find any of that. What they would find, if they looked hard enough, was a body that shouldn’t be physically possible for a human.
"Right. Well, since there’s no clear trigger, I’d like to keep you for another four to six hours for observation. I’d like to order so additional scans for you, like an MRI."
Renan’s grip tightened. An MRI was the last thing he needed. With Narinder’s blessing on his soul, and the soul damage, his brain activity was likely nonsensical at the mont.
"Is that necessary?" Renan asked. "I feel fine now. The headache is already fading."
"It’s standard procedure for an unexplained loss of consciousness." Tenor replied firmly. "We can’t just let you walk out without making sure your brain isn’t bleeding, Renan. Your mother is also extrely worried. She’s in the waiting room. I’ll have a nurse bring her in shortly."
Renan exhaled slowly. He needed to get back to Masteria. Every minute he sat in this bed was a minute his soul remained vulnerable and split. Who knew if that mysterious ’Micheal’ entity would try taking over his soul again.
"Can I sign a waiver?"
Dr. Tenor paused, his brow furrowing. "An AMA? Against dical Advice? Legally, yes, you can. But I strongly advise against it. If you have a secondary collapse while driving or walking down stairs, it could be fatal."
"I’ll take the risk," Renan replied firmly. "I know my body. It was probably just dehydration or stress. I don’t need an MRI."
"I’ll tell you what," Tenor said, sighing. "I’ll bring your mother in. Talk to her."
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