Chapter 74 A penny for your thoughts?

Beep...Beep...Beep...

The steady noise of a machine was the only sound reassuring those who were in the room know that he is alive, and he is fighting his battle. Winning or not, he's still fighting.

It has been two weeks...TWO WEEKS since he went in for surgery, a major one at that. The doctor informed that he was healing up well, and the brain surgery was the reason they put him in a medically induced coma but, the coma was only too last for a few days, not a whole week or more.

Though, he was not on life support and he was breathing on his own, he just wasn't showing any signs of waking up.

"At this point I don't know what to say..." a doctor spoke. "But I can assure you he's a fighter, my friend in working in the mental health center told me that he's fighting an internal war against himself. I remember you told me about his condition."

"Yeah he has triggers which sets off two different personalities."

"Well, he may wake up as one or the other or he may be a completely different person. He may or may not remember one side of his memories or may not." the doctor cleared his throat, "I shall take my leave..."

The doctor left and silence filled the room...

"Please...don't give up..."

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Weeks turned into months, since Jay had been in a coma. Even if it takes years, they wouldn't give up on him.

During the past two months, Jay showed little to no signs of waking up, but today, the doctor called in and said it was an emergency.

"This morning I was doing my routine checks, but I noticed that Jay wasn't in his room. We found him on the roof just staring at the sky..."

He paused, letting out a heavy sigh. "I ran some scans and sent it to my friend who noticed that Jay's brain scan was slightly different."

"And?" The anticipation was killing everyone.

"Remember my friend who knows a lot about his condition? I don't know if this is good news or bad, but it seems like the two personalities have...well, merged."

Gasps escaped everyone's mouth. It means that the treatment worked! Well, sorta.

"Anything else we should know?" Amber asked, excitement filling her eyes.

"He has fallen asleep right now but he's out of the woods now." The doctor led them into a quiet room where Jay was sleeping. "I can wake him up if you'd like."

"No it's fine thank you doctor." The doctor nodded and left giving Jay and the others some space.

"I know you're awake Jay." Jace said and just like that, Jay's 'sleeping act' cover was blown.

So, Jay sat up even though his body was ringing in pain. The soreness and the yet to heal wounds and broken bones were one hell of a combo.

"I really wished I lost my memories..." He whispered underneath his breath to himself, but it was heard by Jace whose finally had enough.

"You insolent bastard! You leave behind Amber and everyone, to go get your idiotic vision of revenge! I have warned you about this! The hatred burning into your skin and blindness over taking you!" Jace fumed in anger letting out all his pent up anger and disappointment. "...and yet you still went ahead on your own..."

Jay watched on as the calm and collected figure of a father he never had, break down in silent tears and disappointment washing over his eyes. He looked to everyone around the room and as he made eye contact with each and everyone of them, they'd just shake their heads in pure disappointment.

"You should've let me die then. You should've aimed for my head, heart or throat, not my knee." Once the words left his mouth before he had a chance to see the look on their faces, he regretted it so, so much. The looks he got from them didn't help either.

"That's so low of you Jay, and I say this as a brother from another mother." Gun said.

Jay sighed and made his way off the bed, onto a wheelchair. He felt the gazes of everyone watching him making his way to the door. He knew that running away from his problems is...wrong but he didn't care. He'd done enough damage.

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He made himself comfortable on the rooftop. He just started at the sky just like before, it was a clear day. The same no cloud, sun shinning day. Another day he's ruined. He was deep in his self-blaming toxic thoughts when a voice brought him back to reality.

"A penny for your thoughts?" It was a woman wearing a doctor's uniform she seemed so familiar. He just watched as she made herself a spot next to him. "Are you listening?"

"Yeah..." His voice was just above whispering, just loud enough for the woman to hear.

"So, a dollar for your thoughts?" She asked again, waiting for his answer.

"Sorry but my thoughts aren't up for sale..."

"Well then, care to tell me why you're up here looking like a dejected old man?"

"How do you know what a dejected old man looks like?"

"Trust me I'm a therapist." This made a little smile make it's was onto Jay's face.

"There you go." She pinched his right cheek. "I won't tell you to smile in your hard times cause it's not a good way. It only hides your pain. Instead I want you to open yourself up to your loved ones, tell them what's bothering you."

"I can't. I'm afraid that it will hurt them. I've already done enough, I've messed up one too many times."

"Trust this old lady Jay."

"How'd you know my name?"

She just smiled, a smile so familiar to him. Too familiar.

"Mother?"