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(Disclaimer and warning: Poisons/poisoning, blood, and any/most effects are not realistic to the IRL counterpart. IT IS ILLIGAL)
“Speaking.”
>Thoughts<
*action*
Normal type just general
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Kalim P.O.V.
>It was just so hard to breathe<
Just a moment before he had started to eat with his family (despite his father being not present) his cousin, Zulma had given him a white chocolate and coconut sponge cake.
*cough*
A sick wet sound as blood continues to drip out of Kalim’s mouth. The blood staining both his clothes and the tablecloth in front of him.
Right before Kalim loses conscientious, Zulma’s mouth curves into a small smirk as Kalim’s head tilts forward.
>Oh…right of course. <
*Thunk*
Kalim’s head struck the table with a thud before slipping off his chair in a pile of small bits of cake and his own blood.
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*The heart monitor beeped to the rhythm of the heartbeat*
Fog shrouds his mind thinning over a few…minutes? Hours? Kailm could not tell anymore, after a while something sweet wafting in catching under his nose. The smell got stronger and closer he assumed, the smell reminding him of a sneaking hunger that he could not remember when it even appeared, but it seemed to always had been there. Once hunger became to present to ignore. He attempted to open his eyes, finding the light brighter than he had expected he shut them close once again. After a few minutes he is able to open his eyes. He looks up to see a plain white ceiling he had never seen before; he slowly looks around. It clicks in his mind that he was in a hospital room, less fancy than his family’s private hospital. He pushes up from his laying position in the bed, looking around there is…
>A heart monitor? That is what is right? Whatever…A table, chair, a powered off tv, flowers, and a call button…huh. How plain…<
>ah I should notify the nurses of my awakening<
Kalim presses the call button. As he does so he notices that his hair is much longer now. Last he remembered he had about ear length hair, but now his hair goes down his back…
>Holy shi- how long have I been out!?<
(AN: he had about four ish inch hair and in 3 years hair grows about 18-inches according to google so idk if that is right. He has about 22-inch hair so about down to his ribs?)
Kalim looks around again to see if he can spot a calendar in the room, his eyes landing a plain calendar on the wall. Kalim pulls the covers off, swinging his legs off the bed, as soon as he stands up, his knees buckle because of non-use. Falling to the floor with a yelp.
“Ehk!”
Right after he hit the floor a nurse stepped in, rushing to his side. After helping him stand, Kalim turns to the nurse.
“H-*ahem*how- how long was I out for?”
“You have been out for 3 years and 7 days.”
As the nurse responded Kailm’s mind was already in overdrive
*>3 years?! That is way longer than I have ever been out for after being poisoned…Oh dear Seven, what should I do<*
“-sir”
The nurse seemed to had been trying to get his attention.
“Oh- sorry, what did you ask?”
“I have contacted your family with the news that you have woken up.”
>I wonder if I will father or it will just be mother and maybe a few young ones…Maybe Jamil though perhaps he is still upset fro-<
(Kalim’s mothers P.O.V. kinda)
Aabha (Kailm’s mother) stepped through the door at that moment. A few of the younger siblings around her legs, her eyes landed on her son, her ʃams(sun). Her son that she hasn’t seen awake in years, sitting up, looking at her with those eyes. Those eyes, those beautiful garnet eyes of his, oh how she had missed her sweet son’s bright eyes. How his eyes used to light up when talking or how when happy he’d smile with the brightest of smiles, eyes sparkling like jewels. A smile spread across his face when his eyes landed on her, Kalim stumbled out of bed, giving no mind to his shaky knees, he rushed to be in his mother’s embrace. Kalim slightly knocking into her, his frame lighter than he had been on that horrible day(the last time she had seen him awake: AKA when he got poisoned:]). Her arms wrapping around her ʃams. After separating her hand went up to his cheek softly kissing his forehead affectionately, lightly brushing against his now long bangs.
“My sweet ʃams, my dear…”