(Do I recognize him?)

No, he's too far away, I don't know yet.

Teresa was on a playground, and she saw a boy with wavy black hair hanging above his eyes in handsome cute locks before her. They were messy, and his eyes were a beautiful brown.

Caleb!

Teresa saw herself playing with him. She was conscious, and yet she wasn't in some ways. Her head was mildly disconnected from the world around her. Playing with him seemed to be the most important thing in the world at the moment.

"CN! Come!" he beckoned.

Teresa willingly obliged and followed him to another part of the garden in cute, small steps. The two of them joined some more people. Teresa saw a house standing beside her. She hadn't paid much attention to it until then. It looked faintly familiar. However, her focus was not the house, but the people. A warmth filled her chest for no apparent reason.

"Hey there boy!" a man exclaimed. He had a gruff voice, but it wasn't evil in any way. Teresa found herself giggling at the sight.

She recognized him as she ran closer towards the (daddy??) man, and he took her up in his arms. He was the same person from her earlier dreams who looked too real to be false. She touched the bald patch in the centre of his head and flicked it gently. She looked at his freckled face lovingly. Teresa was happy. She felt happy to be where she was and completely satisfied. She turned her head to see a woman. The woman. The same one who screamed at her to run.

"Momma," she softly whispered.

Her attention soon shifted towards the camera standing aright. What were they going to do with it? She kept wondering but couldn't seem to put a head to it. The answer was right before her, but she couldn't reach it at all.

"We are going to take a picture with uncle today!" the woman explained with a smile.

Teresa nodded while Caleb shouted 'YAY UNCLE!' She was curious to see who this uncle was, but she felt like she already knew. There was no need to be curious about her uncle. He was the closest relative they had anyways. Of course, she knew him! Yet Teresa's consciousness couldn't conjure up a picture of the uncle she seemed to know so well.

"On three, smile at the camera. Okay? I'll set you down now" the man holding her spoke.

"Yes daddy," her voice had grown slightly distant.

She was waking up.

NO NO NO. I have to know who he is. Please.

Teresa stood on the ground quietly and watched a man working on the camera.

"Daniel uncle!" she suddenly screamed to someone else.

A young man with the same freckles as her father's chuckled and picked her up. He had the broadest shoulders she had ever set eyes upon. His black hair fell till his shoulders, and he had the same grey-blue eyes as Teresa. Teresa felt a mind-numbing connection with the man that was so strong, her heart ached. She wanted to scrutinize him more, but he turned her head towards the camera, and she smiled unknowingly.

"Take a nice picture Zack!" he cheered.

The man tending to the camera turned, and Teresa's head swivelled madly.

She saw a very familiar man put his thumbs up and grin widely. He had short-trimmed black hair and a protruding stomach. Teresa's heart thudded loudly.

One.

Two.

Three.

*

The heart monitor beeped violently as Teresa went into a seizure yet again.

Seth punched into the wall when he wasn't allowed into the operating room. He was sure that they were killing her. There was no doubt about it. A bullet wound couldn't be so hard to operate on. They were being fed some dead-ass lies.

"Calm down Seth. Let them do their job," Jordan warned him.

Seth grabbed hold of his collar and shook him vehemently.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" he spat at him. "YOU JUST COULDN'T HOLD IT IN, COULD YOU? HAD TO DUMP HER OFF LIKE THAT, YOU VILE PIECE OF NOTHING!"

Ben ran up to them hurriedly. He tried to break them off, but Seth pushed him away.

"Don't get into this Ben," Seth hissed.

"I don't want to but Teresa woke up man. She's awake," he informed quickly before Seth could land a punch on his handsome nose.

Seth did not pause to think or hear it again. He ran towards Teresa's operating room as if he wasn't just fighting Jordan a while ago. He brushed aside the talking doctors away and barged into her room. His heart exploded a final time when he saw Teresa lying on the single mattress hospital bed calmly, staring up into the sky. He sat beside her and took her cold hand into his, and warmed it for her.

It had been two days that she had been out, and this was the first time he had seen her. How her face had changed! She looked haggard and even paler. He noticed she was crying and gasping.

"Hey, you are okay. Nothing can harm you now," he comforted her.

Teresa looked at her and scoffed.

"Yes I am sure I am safe here. It's cool,"

Seth wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he remained quiet. Soon Teresa spoke up.

"While I was out, I had the dreams again. Only these were more vivid and clearer. Guess I needed a bullet to knock the stuff in my brain to places. And I was sane enough to realize a very important thing about myself right now," she muttered.

"And what is that love?" Seth asked.

"My parents aren't who I thought they were. Boy I was wrong," she replied bitterly.

Seth kissed her wrist and smiled. It was Teresa alright. She was back to being her sarcastic self again, and it provided him with a lot of assurance to see that. He would help her heal perfectly now. He would take absolute care of her, he promised himself. He couldn't bear watching this woman before him in the confused state that she was in. He didn't know if he loved her, but he was sure he liked her.

A nurse walked in with a board in her hands and checked her vitals. She injected some morphine into her system and ticked something on her pad. Seth observed her suspiciously, but she didn't bother looking at him.

"Ms. Smith you will be okay in a few days. You might be confused, dazed or dreamy now and that is completely okay. The main problem has been averted and that is all that we care for," the petite nurse ratted off robotically.

"I'm green," Teresa mumbled as she edged closer to unconsciousness.

"Well you could be as many colours as you want miss. That's okay," she retorted with polite rudeness.

Then she left the room.

Seth remained sitting beside her for another hour. Something felt odd, but he did not want to think then. For the time being, he wanted to support her.

She was awake and okay, and that was all that mattered. Or so he chose to believe.

*****

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