Zosia: Quick Transmigration System-Chapter 50 - 48- Arc 2

֎Lysel POV֎

Groan!!!

That was the first sound that echoed in the quiet hospital with only beeping sounds of equipment accompanying it.

The boy on the bed tried to stand up but ended up tugging at his bandaged wounds.

Grunt!

He couldn't help but give a muffled sound of pain despite being used to such pain. A smile full of mockery played on his lips as he muttered, "Seems like I am still not used to the pain." His eyes were full of hatred as he clenched his fist which tugged at the inserted

IV syringe.

"Why?!

Why!!!!?

Why me?!" He growled.

His voice filled with frustration, hatred, all kinds of negative emotions was thick in Lysel's voice.

He hates them. Those people who would always bully him. He wanted them to pay and make them pay dearly.

'Why do they always bully him? Why can't he have the strength to fight back?' All sorts of thoughts on how to make his enemies pay and questions on why's roamed his mind. freёweɓnovel.com

Feeling the intense pain that came with the wounds, he forced himself to lay back down.

Lysel's mind swirled with anger and resentment, his thoughts were consumed by the injustices he had suffered at the hands of his tormentors. He even forgot to think of why he was at the hospital rather than where he lay before, covered in urine.

His mind, like a remote of its own, replayed the memories of the countless times he had been ridiculed, pushed around, and belittled, each memory fueling the fire of his rage.

As he lay in his hospital bed, his body battered and broken, Lysel's desire for revenge burned brighter than ever. He imagined scenarios where he would confront his bullies, his fists clenched tightly as he envisioned the look of fear on their faces when they realized they could no longer push him around.

But beneath the anger, there was also a deep sense of frustration and despair. Lysel couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness that had plagued him for so long. No matter how hard he tried, he always seemed to come out on the losing end.

"Why can't I be stronger?" he muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper against the hum of the hospital equipment. His thoughts made him ignore the blood soaked bandages and the IV needle which had been pulled out.

He longed for the strength to stand up for himself, to fight back against those who had made his life a living hell.

But even as he cursed his own weakness, Lysel couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt creeping into his mind. '

What if he never had the strength to defeat his enemies? What if he was doomed to be a victim forever?'

So many negative thoughts.

The thoughts sent a shiver down his spine, but Lysel quickly pushed it aside, refusing to entertain the idea of giving up. He had endured too much pain and suffering to simply surrender now.

He pondered on how to get the strength he was in search for. He suddenly remembered the video he had watched. It was a video of his dad talking about the drug he was researching. A prototype was already available.

Thinking up to this point, he remembered their side effects. Was he willing? Could he give up himself for that kind of strength?

He didn't know the answers to those questions. Closing his eyes, he thought of his mom. Oh, how much he hates her. He hates her so much that she ranked number one on his hate list.

'Why did she abandon Dad and I? Why?!!' he thought bitterly.

His mother was a very beautiful woman. Sometimes, he wondered why she married his Dad. His dad, apart from wits and being a nerd, he wasn't really that handsome.

Being bullied had become a norm for him but then his mother was his backer. All those bullies feared him due to his mother. He was always being bullied due to his beauty, but at least then he was still happy, occasionally.

But right now, he couldn't even smile. He had long since forgotten how to laugh. Every day he saw those bullies he wondered if they were the ones that took his mother away from him, anytime he wanted to believe that, he would be reminded by the facts that lay bare in his face.

Clenching his fists, tears rolled down from the corner of his eyes.

Drip!

Drip!!

They wet the pillow in successful concessions. Pushing away the thoughts about his mother aside, he finally turned his head to take a good look at the place he was in.

" Who brought me to the hospital?" He muttered to himself. His gaze flickered as he tried to remember anything that could link to how he got to the hospital.

"Nothing." His lips, pursed. He gazed down at his bandaged wounds and found them red. He suddenly remembered that his actions might have tugged his wounds open. The pain suddenly assaulted him.

Before, he could ignore it due to being lost in thoughts but he had just regained clarity, so the pain he had felt that wasn't much, increased in folds.

A primal scream escaped his lips. Lysel's scream echoed through the sterile hospital room, filling the air with a raw intensity that seemed to reverberate off the walls. The sound startled Kent and Zosia who stood guard against the hospital door, sitting on the chair that was facing Lysel's ward.

Kent quickly rushed to call for a nurse while Zosia dashed into the room in a hurry.

Zosia stared at the bloodied bandage in disbelief, her gaze moving from the bandage to the bed, then to the face of the bed occupant.

"Fuck! How did this happen?" She questioned no one in particular.

The nurse and Kent rushed in, followed by a flurry of curses from the nurse mouth.

"Can't you Just stay one place, the drip has also been removed and wasted....." She continued chiding Lysel despite the pain he was going through.

Zosia and Kent kept quiet as they stared at Lysel in disbelief. They couldn't understand how he had been able to endure for so long, till his blood had soaked the bandages and also the bed. Thinking about the cost, Zosia sighed.

"Lysel, are you alright, now?" she asked, her voice laced with concern as she walked to his side alongside Kent.

He gritted his teeth, trying to suppress the agony coursing through his body. "I'm fine," he managed to choke out, his voice strained with pain. "Just... just a little... mishap."

The nurse frowned, her eyes scanning over his bandaged wounds. "You need to be more careful," she scolded gently, reaching for the IV bag to check the flow.

"You don't want to reopen those wounds."Lysel nodded weakly, his breathing shallow as he tried to ride out the wave of pain washing over him. He hated feeling so vulnerable. Being vulnerable in his daily life over the bullying he received was already enough. He didn't want to feel vulnerable towards his own body.

As the nurse tended to his wounds, Lysel's gaze scanned Zosia and Kent who stood by the side, watching the nurse do her work.

Thinking about it, he glanced at Zosia. He remembered that she was the one who had impressively knocked his bullies at the rooftop. He suddenly felt jealous, he couldn't even hide the emotion as they spilled forth from his eyes.

He felt powerless against his own body betrayal but it was also because he didn't have control over them nor the will.

Looking at the two of them with a pondering look, he felt that they must have been the ones to rescue him.

'Why did they rescue me?' he thought inwardly, suspicion surfacing as he stared at them.

The nurse stood up, throwing the bloodied bandage in the trash can by the door, she carried the things she had come with.

"Be careful and don't tug at your wounds. Also you need a while to heal, so do not do any strenuous activity...." She continued giving out instructions.

Turning to Zosia and Kent, "His bills have increased, please settle them at the front desk."

"Yes ma'am." Zosia nodded her head.

Lysel couldn't help but stare at her, 'Was she that rich? Why is she willing to spend so much on me?' He thought inwardly.

"What, why are you staring at me so intently. Don't tell me you have fallen in love with me so quickly?"

Zosia teased.

Lysel's cheeks flushed slightly at the unexpected comment, caught off guard by her teasing. He quickly averted his gaze, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and confusion.

Coughing to hide his embarrassment, he turned to look at her, this time around, he regarded her with a look of suspicion.

"Why did you save me? Why did you help me, not once but twice?"

Zosia was about to answer, when she felt the person beside her move.

Kent walked to the chair in the room and sat down, unwilling to continue standing up with her.

"Just being a good Samaritan."

"I don't believe in good Samaritans."

"Oh!, then if you want to pay me..." She paused her words, her eyes scanned Lysel tentatively and she said with a joking smile, "You can pay me with your body? Except you disagree?"

"I disagree!" The two boys answered in unison.

Zosia blinked her long eyelashes, her eyes flashing in amusement.

"I understand if Lysel disagrees, but Kent?" She turned to look at Kent, her head tilted to the side with her eyes full of amusement as she stared at Kent.

Kent noticed the amusement in her eyes. He realized that she was just teasing them to lighten up the atmosphere and his reaction was.... Quite much.

Pursing his lips, he was unwilling to say anything. He couldn't even think of any reasonable excuse and he was unwilling to embarrass himself.

"Alright." She turned to Lysel, a smile still on her face. "We would come to check on you and you can enjoy the treatment. We couldn't find your phone, but found your sim, so here is one." She said as she dropped the bag she came in with on the cupboard beside him.

"We have already informed your father and you don't have to worry about your payment."

"Why are you being nice to me?" Lysel asked in confusion. He had never received such kindness from a stranger before. He had never believed in a good Samaritan. Those who had helped him before, all wanted something from him and when he refused, they stashed away their kindness and turned around to bully him.

"I can't give you anything, so if you are just

being kind to get something from me, just forget it."

"Really?" Zosia asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, you can use the door." He gestures with his chin.

He suddenly felt embarrassed when he remembered that they were the ones who had brought him here and settled all his bills. But he had to be firm. Suppressing his embarrassment and guilt, his eyes flashed with determination.

"You—" Zosia immediately covered Kent's mouth to stop him from saying whatever that was on his mind.

"We will go." Zosia said as she dragged Kent out of the ward with her.

Watching their backs, his lips pressed down into a depressing smile. "Sigh, I was right. They also wanted something from me." He muttered to himself.

He looked at the ceiling of the ward, his thoughts roamed.

"What could they want from him?" Thinking about Zosia's words, he wondered if what she wanted was his body.

'Could I use my body to seek protection?' he asked himself inwardly. Staring at his battered and broken body, a broken smile appeared on his lips.

"Others could do it but definitely not me and definitely not in this state."

His eyes roamed to the bag she had dropped on the bedside cupboard.

Lysel hesitated for a moment before reaching out to grab the bag. He gingerly unzipped it, curious about its contents.

Inside, he found a few basic necessities like clothes, toiletries, and a phone.Frowning slightly, he picked up the phone and turned it on.

Surprisingly, his sim was really in it as she said. There were a few messages and missed calls, presumably from his father and maybe some from his bullies.

Ignoring the messages for now, Lysel turned his attention to the toiletries. He looked at his body, he couldn't freshen up now as he was still on drip.

He was not sure if they had been able to reach his dad or had just sent him a text to inform him.

Closing his eyes, he decided to worry about that later. Right now, his eyelids were already heavy. He wasn't sure if they had added any drug to the IV but he wasn't feeling the pains anymore and he felt sleepier.

He allowed himself to drift into the Dreamland, this time around with peace and quiet and no worry about his bullies finding him.