Chapter 96 - 96. Ice Cream Sandwich After A Coma (1/2)
”OH... HE'S ABOUT TO BE AWAKE NOW...” hollered Patricia to everyone and the children all clamoured around the bed and was waiting for the moment I open up my eyes. Patricia had dark rings around her eyes made darker by the eyeliner that she had put on to emphasise the darkness around it.
She was still wearing the blood-stained clothes the day I emerged from the dungeons and the dried blood had caked around around the area where she had slung my arm over her shoulder when she supported me.
The children clothes and hair was matted with my blood when they surged forward to help their Mummy carry their Daddy to the room and they had not taken a bath since. Both Patricia and the children looked like they had either lost weight or had grown taller while I was lying there on the bed in a comatose state, while actually taking a break from the chapters for a little while.
It is a chore to work day in day out and enters the Realm of Mind to upgrade myself and make sure the business runs smoothly. Ngeekk... Who wouldn't want to take a break from all these, right?
The children then heard it. Patricia too... A sudden burst of hot air that had been kept for so God knows how long, began to forcefully reverberate around the room and it sounded exactly like a deflated balloon when someone holds on to the outlet in a pinched manner.
That's how I would imagine my puckered asshole would look like as the air leaked out slowly from it, at first in a sharp and shrill pitch and then it became long and with a deep bass..... ”PPRREETT... BBRROOOOOOTTT...”
”Children cover your noses and open the windows to let the draft in. Don't inhale the poisonous gas. There's no way for anyone to survive through that...!!!” Patricia hollered the instructions as she went out and fetched the Glade air freshener and immediately sprayed into the room to neutralise the poisonous gas.
”Cough... Cough... Cough...Mummy... It smelled just like the rat's poop in the dungeon... Ewww... I can't stand it but I wanted to be here when Daddy wakes up...!!!” Ingles was coughing amidst the mix of flowers and poop smell that is wafting and engulfing everyone.
”MUMMY... I can't breathe...” Jane spoke through her mask she had placed over her nose and mouth as it muffled her voice and had difficulty breathing through it.
”Just a few minutes, children... Your Daddy would be awake very soon. See... He's even wiggling his toes and his feet is showing some kind of movement already... Even his eyelids are fluttering open now as we speak... Hang on children... Just a little bit more... ” Patricia pleaded to the children to witness the second awakening of me from my comatose state.
”Uurrgghh... Where am I...?” I mumbled as I tried to open my eyes and focused since I was under heavy sedation for quite some time. The morning glory that had formed crusts over my eyes had totally made it difficult for me to open up and I had to peel those crusts with my bare hands.
”Yeay... Long Live Daddy...” shouted Kayla as she put on her party hat, blew a paper trumpet that made her look like she got a chameleon tongue and someone had let go a confetti cannon inside the room. It was chaotic the moment I made some movements and had removed the months old morning glory that had formed over my eyes.
When I eyes had finally focused, Patricia leaned over and looked at me with tears streaking down her face and she sobbed uncontrollably once again. I looked at her and I said, ”Who are you...” in a weak and hoarse voice. The moment Patricia heard that she wailed loudly as if her husband really died that fateful day.
The children looked at their Mummy and stopped their revelry as they sensed something was amiss when they saw their Mummy wailing and crying like a crazed woman. Would she ends up going to the dungeon and beat the crap out of the rats just like what their Daddy did?!
Suddenly, I cracked a silly smile over my face and looked at Patricia. The moment she saw my smile, she threw literally herself in the air and made a body press on top of mine... Just like in a wrestling move. ”Don't you dare pull that stunt with me again...!!” she shrieked and hugged me tightly and all I could do was to tap the bed three times, stating my defeat.
”Yeay... Long Live Daddy...” Kayla was screaming happily again as she blew the trumpet in her mouth and the kids joined in again. I too raised my hands in triumph and find that the injuries I had sustained had healed completely.
”How long was I in a coma again?” I whispered and was told by Patricia ”59 days, 59 minutes and 59 seconds...” Hahahaha...
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