After a long time of rewriting, research and trying to overcome several writer's block - chapter one of the rewritten version is done! (The proper one)

You guys can finally stop wondering if I'm going to update soon because here it is!

There is going to be ALOT of changes in this story and it's upcoming chapters because I learned that time jumps are fucking stupid and idiotic of me especially when developing a character from a young age. Details are really important which I come to know when going though the plot holes in this story. I grimace at my mistakes.

Without further ado, go on right ahead to both old and new readers!

Disclaimer: Does not own KHR. Only my OC's involved.

Warning: Character that has emotional constipation.

Game over.

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Sunsets are beautiful with their vibrant colors painting the sky, colors that range from red to purple be it during dawn or dusk. It's strange to think that only during those two times, colors aside from white, blue, grey and black would appear.

The night sky is beautiful with the stars glowing from the heavens above our heads. However living in the city where air pollution is a major problem, chances of staring up at the night sky to admire the stars is highly unlikely. The same feeling goes to when staring at the sky during the day. The sun above my head and the warm sun rays on my skin. It also blinded me by just looking up to stare are the interestingly shaped clouds passing by, the color scheme remained constant: blue, white and with the occasional grey if it rained.

It's plain and boring but compared to sunsets, staring at the latter is simply overwhelming.

"What are you looking at?" a familiar voice asked questionably from behind, followed by a large hand landing on my shoulder which jolted me out of my thoughts.

Robert's grinning face greeted me when I turned my head to stare at the owner of the hand on my shoulder.

"At your ugly mug," I shot back, "Oh god you look ugly as fuck."

The older male let out a chuckle, unaffected by my retort knowing that I meant it as a crude joke. Robert is like any of the other males I've met; a young ragged looking man transitioning from an awkward teenager to young adult; all pass the horrors of puberty. A tall, well built young man with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes.

To others he could be called attractive with an air of maturity wrapped around him despite merely being in his early twenties but as a dear close friend of his such as myself, I could not see his beauty but only the sheer stupidity pouring out of him. I admit he is beautiful but most of the time his personality blind me from seeing it.

This is a friend thing.

"Aw! Don't mind little Oliver here!" another voice chirped cheerfully as a young man in his late teens fell into step by Robert's side, brushing out a lock of brown hair that came into equally colored brown eyes, "She's just a little ball of pure rage. Full of hate."

Bobby is a few years younger than Robert with the latter being our senior; a tall male with a lean yet athletic figure. Despite being tall, Bobby is in fact a few inches shorter than Robert but he still towers over my short stature and I'm the shortest one out of us three.

"I am not 'full of hate' as if I were some passive container," I told Bobby, "I am a generator of hate and my rage is a renewable resource, like sunshine."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Bobby replied.

"Fuck you."

"Shouldn't you buy me dinner first?"

"EW!" I punched Bobby in the gut and smiled slightly when the tall male held his stomach; his facial features twisted into an expression of discomfort and rubbed his stomach, "Like I date your sorry ass."

Robert interjected himself into the conversation, physically placing himself between us like a wall. "Ladies, you're both pretty so suck it up and get over it."

"She started it!" Bobby pointed at me accusingly. I stuck my tongue at the brunette.

Robert sent him a blank look,"Says the person who influenced her to become said ball of pure rage."

Bobby pursed his lips together and turned away with his arms crossed over his chest to sulk after being scolded by his childhood friend. At the defeated look on his face, I couldn't help but snicker at him.

Joining a parkour class for the fun of it, never did I expect meeting two interesting individuals such as Robert and Bobby. Robert is our senior- and could be considered an instructor compared to me and Bobby when we joined the class two years back. Bobby and Robert knew each other from a young age hence why Bobby joined the class while I was a stranger to them at that point in time. It started out really awkward at first when our friendship started but with time we gradually grew close and became best friends.

A car horn sounding from across the street caused the three of us to look at the vehicle. The passenger side window rolled down, revealing a middle age women with blonde hair seated in the driver's seat. She waved at us with a smile on her lips and that's when I realize that its Robert's mother, Katherine, beckoning his son over.

"Our ride is here," Robert shrugged on his ragged old bag and shot a glace over to the old SUV parked on the other side of the road. Briefly he waved back at his mother before turning to tug Bobby away, "See you at the next session, Oliver."

Bobby made a noise at the back of his throat once he finally stopped sulking and pulled his arm away from Robert's grip before turning to me, "What he said," Bobby added with a grin and bounded after his friend like a lost puppy.

The corner of my lips twitched upwards into a small smile, letting out a soft laugh at his endearing antics and cheerful demeanor, "Don't let the door hit you on the way like how you kissed the floor earlier, BooBoo!"

His cheeks turned red and the tall male sputtered in embarrassment, trying his best to come up with a comeback. Before he could he was already walking across the road with a slightly grumpy Robert dragging him by the hood of his felt jacket.

In his final attempts, the brunette rolled down the car window and flipped me the bird while making sure that his body is blocking the offensive gesture from Robert's mother all seeing gaze lest get scolded by her and his mother.

I stayed rooted on my spot for a moment, watching the SUV pull away and disappear around the corner. Hoisting my dark blue duffle bag, I began my trek back to my small apartment before the last light of day fades.

Studying far from home, it's expected for a student like me to live in a small apartment near campus without having to stay at the expensive dorms. A small apartment with creaky floors, a leaky water tap and a small balcony – to others it's just a crappy apartment that really need some extreme renovation but to me its home after getting used to it.

Added bonus is that the neighborhood cat would visit me during meal times. Oreo doesn't belong to anyone but I like to call her as Oreo because of her fur.

In my pocket, my cell phone rang indicating that I have just recently received a message. Without stopping I fished my phone out of my pocket, almost dropping it in the process and swipe a finger over the screen. The noise finally silenced and my phone wallpaper popped up (a picture of Bobby, Robert and I together) before tapping on my notification.

The message is brief and it didn't take long before I pocketed my phone once again. The message is from my mother reminding me to not forget about eating a healthy cooked dinner instead of the frozen food you can get from the store and simply shove into the microwave.

While the concern is welcoming, it's also rather irritating after the whole divorce fiasco that occurred two years ago between my parents. That year had been the worst with the court battle over who gets what especially who gains custody over their only daughter in their failing marriage. It's annoying how she spent her free time to coddle me now.

In their attempts to win me in court, they forgot to acknowledge my feelings into account of everything and it had been quite emotionally damaging for myself and my parents. The court battle occurred years ago but to me it felt like it happened a month ago.

Nevertheless after their divorce papers are finally settled, things went to normal–or as normal as it can be when one parent is living miles away and both of them trying their best to juggle their lives. Back then I had been quite upset with the whole ordeal and decided to live alone once the papers are settled because I felt left behind. I got used to it now and accepted the change. Not right away but slowly.

"You know what," I mumbled to myself and fished for my phone, stopping at the mouth crosswalk when the light turned red only to cross when it turned green, "She'll nag at me if I don't reply."

I typed down a brief message and hit the send button, smiling with triumph when the message is properly sent before looking up. The sight of a truck grill is the last thing I saw and for a moment my heart completely stopped.

I couldn't move and dared not to move when I found myself strangely staring at the purple sky above, the red fading away and in its place purple and black. The first thing that entered my mind was why am I still outside and not at home followed up by another thought why I couldn't move my body.

Just mere seconds pondering an unbearable pain began from the top of my finger tips and slowly crawled up my arms and eventually the pain engulfed my entire body. I wanted to scream, curse and cry all together. I wanted this excruciating pain to go away but it didn't.

Soon as the pain finally registered in my mind, almost as if someone had hit the un-mute button on the television remote I can finally hear the horrified screaming and the hysterical chattering around me.

"Wha-" A sharp pain shot through my chest causing me to cough harshly when I tried to talk. Even with the pain, I somehow manage to roll to my side and spit out whatever that I had coughed up. Blood splattered the pavement where I had spat and I merely blinked at the sight.

Why am I spitting out blood?

"Shit! Don't move!" a panicked voice said, their words shaky but yet collective. Moving my gaze over from the spiteful of blood, I found myself staring at a young man at his early thirties, his short hair neatly comb back and one could see the streaks of silver in his hair. The man could very well be a lawyer or a businessman considering his clothes and how the older male held himself with an air of a leader.

"Fuck fuck FUCK!" the man cursed and leaned closer to me. Normally I would have backed away or pushed the stranger away for invading my personal bubble but at the sight of his blood covered hands I just froze and my mind went blank, "Get the damn ambulance over here, Steven!" he titled his head up to stare at this 'Steve' he mentioned.

"I'm trying damnit!" A different voice answered, "They just dispatched an ambulance but won't arrive for three minutes."

"We don't have three fucking minutes! If she doesn't get treatment now, she will die!"

At his last words, my mind went on overdrive once all the pieces fell into place.

I'm dying?

I can't be dying. There is no fucking way I'm dying. I can't die.

"Do you think I want a young girl to die?! Get over here and help me stabilize her!" Steven snarled in reply.

Tears pricked the corner of my eyes and rolled down my cheeks when the harsh reality sunk in. I have so many things I wanted to do and to fix. When I wanted my life to end with a bang, it ended like a candle flame being snuffed out with just a whisper.

I turned my eyes to my phone laid besides me, screen cracked but overall functioning despite the extent of the accident and numbly reached out for the damaged item. The pain had died down leaving my body feeling numb and it felt like I have no total control over my own actions.

My fingers barely brushed the cracked screen when darkness began appearing at the corner of my vision and my short breathes becoming shallow.

"Guess I won't be going next week…" I softly whispered and gingerly traced the screen of my phone with a picture of Bobby, Robert and I huddled together while stupidly grinning at whatever we had saw that day when the photo is taken, "I'm sorry…"

I would miss the small apartment I call home, miss the people that made me who I am and the littlest things that became the highlight of my life. The heartfelt action Bobby had done to apologize when it was out of his action to openly express himself to others. Robert making up to me for messing up my things by accident with a cake he had attempt to bake by himself which ended up tasting delicious despite the appearance. The comfortable silence I would share with my parents when in each other presence.

I don't know why but the smallest things in life are the things I tend to remember the most.

Too tired to even keep my eyes closed, I simply rested them and waited for death to claim me. Faintly I could hear sirens in the distance, large hands patting my cheek in an urgent manner and words being shouted out become muffled in my ears.

One moment I felt everything.

The next, I felt nothing.

"Hey Oliver, remember the new horror game that came out? I just finished it yesterday," Bobby said as he sat by my side, "While the ending is still questionable in my opinion but what I'm more interested is the mechanics that make up the story itself that relates both reality and fantasy."

I arched an eyebrow at him, "Really? So what had caught your attention?"

"Memento mori." He grinned.

"Isn't that Latin for 'remember that you can die'?"

"Shit," Bobby shot me an incredulous look, "How the fuck you know that?"

"You'd be surprise at the amount of shit I get done doing something else other than school. How scary would that be if I put that much effort into studying?"

He laughed, "Well...what had interest me is the death revolving around the game, where one action determines if the character were to live or die. There are so many endings. I hated a majority of it because it involves everyone dead."

After a moment of silence he asked, "Answer me this Oliver and be truthful about it; do you fear death?"

"That escalated quickly."

"Oliver!"

"Why the sudden interest?"

Bobby never lingered on the thought of death after he had to put his dog down, even going so far to avoid talking about it. For him to suddenly approach me with that question, it took me by surprise.

"I don't know.." He shrugged his shoulder, "Just wanted to hear opinions. So will you answer it?"

"Okay I'll answer it!" a heavy sigh left my lips and the words that went through them is the truth, "….Honestly terrified."

The truth.

The sound of water lapping against a strong object caused me to snap my closed eyes wide open in surprise. In death I had expected something else rather than finding myself standing on what it seems to be a pier with an open wall wooden structure building where people could lean over the railings to fish. The walkway behind me lead me to nothing as the pathway is sunken underwater, barely visible from my point of view.

There is no land where my eyes could see and it appears that I'm surrounded only by water. I can't see the horizon as the light reflecting off the water made it hard to distinguish what is water and what is sky. Despite the isolated location it seemed almost peaceful with the soft sound of water lapping against the pier and the cool breeze dancing across my skin. I stepped closer to the ledge and stared down at the water, resisting the urge to dip my hand into it.

"Is this heaven?" I spoke out softly.

"No," A voice answered, "Not heaven but close enough."

Startled at the fact someone had someone answered me when clearly I have been alone in this endless place, I almost jumped into the water. Turning my head to the source of the voice, a sudden gasp ripped through my lips when all too familiar green eyes stared right into my own. It almost seemed as if I'm staring into my own reflection if it weren't for the fact my reflection appeared different to my own and that this reflection sat on the pier ledge.

Her features are identical to mine from the black shoulder length hair to the small scar on my jaw line that I got from an accident that involves slipping off the last steps at the base of a flight of stairs.

That's where the similarities stopped.

She wore black cargo shorts, a matching color jacket with the hood flipped over her head while I wore a simple shirt and long dark blue jeans. She kept her hair down while I had mine tied into a pony tail.

My look alike grinned at the gob smacked expression on my face and stood up from her seat, slowly circling while scrutinizing my form.

"Honestly I can't believe you–or should I say 'I' died like that," my look alike murmured, "Always thought we go out with a loud bang."

"It's not that I wanted to die on the side of the road," I shot back, frowning at my lookalike who continued to circle around my form like a predator sizing up its prey. It seemed unnerving to see such a sharp expression on my face, green eyes that glinted with intelligence seemed so much more.

Her grin turned into a tight smile, "True," she replied, "I understand the pain. After all, I am you."

Instinctively I answered back with the same tone that I would reserve for Bobby and Robert when the two would question something painfully obvious, "That's stupid."

She stopped in her tracks, "You just insulted yourself by saying I'm stupid. What a horrible comeback."

Excuse you.

"So what is this place?" I asked, turning my eyes to the endless lake stretching before us.

"What one presumes it to be after death."

"Awfully bright for it to be Limbo or Purgatory," I told her, "I expected something dark like a never ending abyss."

She let out a laugh and turned her gaze back to me, "I didn't say this is Limbo or Purgatory but you can presume it to be if you wish."

Purgatory, Limbo or whatever the hell is this place. The one thing that stood out more other than talking to a lookalike was the fact that I had died. Numbly I just sat down on the pier ledge and stared into my own reflection.

"So…this is my end game?" I asked my look alike, watching from the corner of my eyes as she took a seat next to me.

She shrugged nonchalantly," Pretty much."

How she answered me was so calm as if the fact dying and leaving behind everything that I known for all my life simply didn't matter to her at all. Anger surged through me and without thinking my next course of action thoroughly; I roughly grabbed the front of her jacket and yanked her forward with both of our faces mere inches apart.

"How can you be so fucking calm about this?!" I snarled at her, "How can you be calm about leaving everything behind?! Bobby, Robert, Mom and D–"

Unfazed by my abrupt action my double held her hand up and flicked at my nose, forcibly causing me to release her and cradle my throbbing nose. She let out an irritated sigh and shot me a cold look as she patted down her jacket.

"And what?" she countered, "What could you possibly do now after you left your old life?"

The anger burning within me is quickly snuffed out, leaving me feeling hallow inside. My lookalike had no reason to lie but smack the harsh truth into my face. There is literally nothing I could do to turn back time; to go back and undo every mistake I have done.

"You're right…" I rubbed my nose.

"Damn right I am." She looked so smug.

"So what now?" while this quiet place is peaceful, it can feel lonely being just by myself.

"It was lovely talking to myself but time is of the essence," My lookalike stood up and dusted down her cargo pants before standing straight, "While I would like to explain the works of all of this to you, its time consuming and you are way behind schedule."

"Schedule?"

"Rules are made and meant to be followed right?" she took a step back from the ledge before taking a stop to stand behind me, using the reflective surface of the water to keep eye contact.

"Well to an extent depending on the circumstances…" I replied, mildly confuse with the sudden change in topic, "But what does a schedule has to do with rules?"

Her lips curled up into a mischievous grin, "Well you're one of the exceptions."

As soon as those words left her lips, she kicked me forward into the water with her foot on my back and I landed into the waters below with a splash. I reached out to find something to grab on, hoping to get an answer for her cryptic words but only to miss my chance by mere centimeters.

She waved at me as I struggled to keep afloat, thrashing about in the water and her smile was the last thing I see before sinking down into the depths like a rock.

Invisible hands dragged me down into the water like weights tied to both my ankles and my attempts to swim upwards were in vain. Despite already dying it felt like I'm dying once again but instead of getting hit by a truck, I'm drowning.

The lights above became a small dot in a distance before completely disappearing, leaving me in the dark. My throat and lungs burn as I held my breath.

I can't breathe.

I need to breathe.

At the end of my rope with my oxygen level used up to the very longest, I inhaled despite my better judgment against the idea.

For a moment while I was drowning, I felt weightless. It reminded me of the time Bobby and Robert decided to fling me into the swimming pool when the three of us couldn't bear the summer heat. They caught me by surprise since at that moment I decided to take a breather, sit down and relax for a moment before getting in the pool. I have no idea who decided to fling me into the pool but it was Bobby who executed it by grabbing my ankles while Robert took my wrist and then throw me like a ragdoll.

For a moment I felt weightless. Fighting against gravity for a split second and it was exhilarating.

The comforting thought left as quickly as it came, the water entering my lungs as I tried to breathe overwhelm my sense and all I could do was claw senselessly at my throat for air. I need air. I need air. I need air.

I'm drowning, suffocating as invisible hands wrapped itself around my throat before giving it a hard squeeze.

The suddenly without warning the sensation stopped. Invisible hands previously clutching tightly to my body release their death-like grip simultaneously, the weightless feeling vanish and somehow I found myself lying on hard ground and out of water, tried, confused and feeling quite irritated at the sharp feeling on my back like I'm lying down on a rock. The lake water gone and replaced by cold air, already numbing my bare skin that is not covered.

I can feel my heart beating rapidly against my rib cage, threatening to burst out of my chest.

Sucking in a deep breath of air, I didn't bother to muffle the fearful sobs leaving my mouth or the tears rolling down the side of my face. Crying like a toddler with those horrible gasping sounds.

Who wouldn't cry when a person would find themselves dead and have to experience themselves drowning after being kicked into the water by their counterpart without a clue of what would happen next?

I didn't know how long I have been crying but it felt great to let all my bottled emotions be released all at once having to be put through everything that had previously happen.

The relief feeling did not stay long when the numbing cold travelled down from the tip of my fingers and up to my wrist, annoyance building up when my body seemed uncoordinated all of a sudden. It was as if I have the coordination of a new born baby with no control of my limbs. I couldn't even curl my fingers together to bring back some feeling into it, suspiciously lacking a lot of strength to even form a fist.

Great.

First I died then met my whacky counterpart who had taken a delight of kicking me over the edge, almost drowned and now currently freezing my butt off in the dark. Don't forget about that stupid rock digging into my back.

I wanted to curse so badly at the circumstances and that's what I did.

Instead of colorful swear words coming out of my mouth, it sounded like a cross between a gurgle and a snort.

What the fuck?

Again another gurgle came out of my mouth. Added to my horrible predicament, there is that ghastly rancid smell that suddenly came out of nowhere and was enough to make me want to gag.

Slowly all my sense came alive one by one. First being feeling obviously with the numbing cold and the rock on my back then sound when I tried to curse only to have a gurgle sound come out and the remaining senses quickly followed after.

I can feel the cold of winter and the feeling of soft fabric rubbing against my skin when I tried to move my aching body and made not much progress after. The horrid smell lingered in the air, the faint sound of cars driving by in the distance. The last sense to come was my sight.

Mustering the strength to pry my closed eyes open, now that I've realized; when did I even close the? All I could see is dark and blurred shapes dancing in my vision. The color orange, black and grey stood out the most. These three colors overwhelming and intense when placed with each other.

Panic seized my heart when one particular blurry shaped moved at the corner of my vision like a predator dancing along the edge as if I was a prey. I have every right to feel this scared, not knowing what or where I am.

My surroundings may be familiar with the sounds of cars in the distance but it could also be an illusion.

Like the endless lake I drowned in.

Then another familiar sound.

A soothing hush like a mother would use to calm their wailing child.

My mother used to rock me in her arms as a storm raged on outside our house, lulling me into a deep sleep with her comforting hushes in her attempts to distract me from the loud cracking sounds of lightning flashing down to earth. It's been years since I heard that comforting sound.

For a moment I forgot everything. I forgot that I died. I forgot the fear that gripped my heart at the unfamiliarity of my surroundings. I forgot everything but the comforting sound. The warmth.

The short moment of blissful ignorance is shattered when I found myself staring into green eyes that had the prettiest shade. My previously blurry vision now sharp and clear as day and I can see that the shade of green is similar to the green if one would hold an emerald stone in the light. My mom has brown eyes and my dad has blue.

The only one with green eyes in my family of three is me.

The owner of those pretty set of eyes belonged to a young unfamiliar male with short blonde hair but was able to tie it into a small pony tail. He looked to be at the same age as Robert but something in his eyes made him look old; eyes dull and empty with dark noticeable bags under his eyes and the strained smile on his face. Despite how utterly tired he must be, he had a look of hope on his face like how Bobby would have. Small but noticeable.

Hysteria hit me full force having to be stared down by some stranger and impulsively threw my hand out, meaning to push the stranger away from invading my personal space but seeing my hand I can only just gawk openly at the small cubby baby hand sticking out towards the stranger.

It took moments for my mind to comprehend that baby hand is mine, supported by the evidence when the stranger hesitated for a moment before clasping my tiny hand in his larger calloused one. His warmth seeping in quickly to warm my cold fingers.

A whimper escaped past my lips when the touch felt too real.

Panic flickered thought the stranger's eyes and slowly but awkwardly rocked me in his arms after a moment just standing there with a horrified expression on his face. He adjusted the cloth wrapped around my body, gingerly stuffing my hands back into the fabric wrapped around me like a cocoon and then adjusted the second layer I don't realized exist while ignoring the fact I'm naked. The second layer seems to be a long black trench coat which I assume belongs to the stranger.

"Who would abandon you here…?" the man spoke in perfect French before looking to his side to stare at something I could not, "Especially there?" he muttered darkly, a frown pulling on his lips but I was more focus on one thing only.

French.

The man spoke French.

I thanked myself for spending most of my time learning how to speak several languages during my preteen years because if I had not then right at this moment I would be lost trying to understand what the man said while still trying to figure out my strange predicament.

This place is not hell or heaven that's for certain. I doubt hell would be this quiet and cold. It can't be heaven either because I don't think it would stink like shit.

Being placed in a body of a baby is also confusing.

This lead to one logical thing I could think of. I always held an interest in miracles like dodging death by mere centimeters or seconds and the belief or reincarnations; people from world war born years later after the war had ended but still held memories of what occurred. Never in my life either dead or alive would I think that reincarnation or rebirth is possible. I was interested in the topic but remained in the grey area regarding to my opinion on it.

Yet I'm here.

I'm alive when for certain I died.

A part of me rejoiced that I get another chance to live but the feeling quickly overwhelmed by the sadden to know my parents would have to watch as their only daughter buried before their time or the deafening silence Bobby and Robert would have to fill in the space I used to be.

To leave everything I know behind is hard and sad. Only time could tell if I heal or not.

For now I have to focus on the present. Not the past nor the future.

The stranger shook his head likely to be shaking away his thoughts before turning his attention back to me where I can't help but stiffen in his arms and let out a gurgle which was intended to be a curse. This time the man panicked visibly and fumbled about to grab something on his person as he shifted my body around from one are to another. I couldn't help but squirm, several times it felt uncomfortable.

He struggled some more, "How the fuck parents do this?"

He cursed loudly before deciding to put me down on the dirty floor, kneeling down to my side to make sure I don't roll away or anything.

I'm pretty sure that this is not safe for a child especially a baby for that matter.

Clearly this man has no parental experience what so ever considering how he placed me on the floor to use both hands when a parent that has experience could do it singlehandedly.

One hand was preoccupied with holding my head up. At least he knows that my head has to be supported. The other hand was fumbling about out my field of vision before he draw it back into my line of sight, grasping a dark purple flip phone. He flipped it open and punched in a number before bringing it up to his ear.

Now that you got your phone, better pick me up before anyone would stumble across a scene of a grown man kneeling over a baby that is lying down on the street.

Luckily he has the same mindset and picked me up back into his arms, holding his phone between his head and arm. While waiting for the person on the other line to pick up, he gently rocked me about being mindful to not overdo it and began walking in a certain direction.

Multitasking much.

"Hey little fella…." He offered a soft smile seeing me stare up at him, "I'm getting you to see a doctor. He's a friend of mine….well we're not that close but he owes me. We'll get you warm in no time. Hold on just a bit longer, Buddy."

He then turned his attention to the phone, speaking to the person on the other line.

"Hey, sorry to wake y– I know, I know but this is urgent and no I'm not hurt but I have someone you have to look at right now. I don't care if you're tired being this is the only time period you can sleep without having to deal with the paper work and yes this is more important than your sleep."

He stopped talking but his feet kept moving, making swift turns as he walked quickly to our destination.

I crane my head around to look at our surroundings and noted that we're somewhere in a city which is oddly empty but upon further investigation it looks like we're using the back roads that are narrow and hidden from public; a small narrow road that ran between two row of buildings.

"I have a baby," The blonde stranger stated.

"…."

"No, it's not mine but I need you to really check the baby."

"…."

"Oh my god– are you still half asleep?! I found abandoned near a trash can, discarded like nothing and might be dying in my arms right now because of hypothermia!" The blonde stranger snarled to the person on the other line. If I was the doctor, I would comply without any resistance. "God knows how long this kid has been there!"

Momentarily I felt sick to the stomach. Sick at the thoughts someone would have dared to dispose their child like some used wrapper.

The doctor must have said something to appease the stranger's anger because the tense look on his face melted into relief, "I'll be there in 3 minutes."

With that he lifted his head and allowed the phone to slip off his shoulder. When I thought he would pick it up and go through the entire struggle once again instead he moved to the side followed by a loud crack like an empty can collapsing into itself if someone stepped on it. He then moved closer to the wall on our right, dragging one foot along the road. Seconds later I hear something relatively small being tossed into the sewage drain.

The stranger then continued on his merry way while I'm positively confused and suspicious of what occurred moments ago.

"Note to self; get a new phone," The blonde stranger muttered.

I have no idea what to make of this situation.

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