At first, it was all white. It felt like I was in the middle of snow. It blinded my eyes, so I closed my eyes immediately. And although my eyes are shut, it was still blinding.

"Good morning, miracle."

Then I heard someone said. I was going to answer back, but my mouth didn't move, and no voice came out. Soon I had just realized, I could not move my body. I felt as though I was chained to the ground by the weight of my own body.

So I thought, "Ah, it was like I was having a paralyzing nightmare ."

Then I went back to sleep.

I didn't know how many days I slept, but on the second time I regained consciousness, it was still bright. The light was so sudden, and once again, I closed my eyes.

The next second, I heard an another voice.

"Good morning, miracle."

In spite of the severe pain I was having, I forcefully opened my eyes.

Once again, I couldn't move my body.

I felt fear that I could not move anything but my eyelids.

Then the man explained to me. He said that I was in the hospital and my body could not function well, because I had been in a long sleep due to the "accident". He also told me that half a year ago, it was the first time I regained my consciousness. And this time, it was my second.

My ears started working soon. There was always a familiar voice I was hearing.

"Miracle."

"Miracle."

"Miracle."

"Miracle."

There was no other way of responding to him than blinking my eyelids.

I was thankful of him, my fear soon went away.

And after a while, a man wearing white came inside of the room. He introduced himself and said that he was Mr. Mayrand. He was a doctor and in charged of my health.

"Good thing that you have awaken from you coma." he stated.

Coma? I was in coma?

Soon after, he started asking questions. It was because I still couldn't move my body, I only answered his question via blinking my eyes. One blink for yes, and two blinks for no.

"Do your eyes hurt?"

I blinked one time.

"Be patient, and just keep moving your eyeballs." the doctor advised me. "Your head must be in pain, too, but it will go away."

It hurt. But still, he mercilessly asked a lot of questions. He even gave orders. It was unfortunate for me, because I, the one who wanted to ask questions.

"It is painful, because the muscles around your eyeballs are cramped up. There is no sign of hopeless debility in your body. You should thank Credell."

No expression written on my face, but I gave them a questionable look. Who was Credell?

The man beside immediately understood my question. He was the first person I saw, the moment I opened my eyes. He smiled at me, "I'm Credell."

If I could smile, I would love to return it.

Later on, the doctor ordered me to exercise my eyeballs. And it had been a week since I was rendered useless. I wasn't able to move my body, and it was the worst thing. All I did was to move eyeballs and blink.

Credell didn't leave my side. He was there, observing the improvement of my health. And this time, I could move my neck and my fingers a little. I couldn't still see well yet. Yes, I could sight them, but it was kind of blurry. The good thing was the pain was gone.

There were times that he was starting a conversation. It was a shame, because I could not respond at all.

Then I learned that his father and mother were the one who brought me back to life. Credell was a medical student; the only son and successor of their hospital.

Another week had passed, and Doctor Mayrand was with me today. He said that I made a lot of progress in just two weeks.

"What a surprise," the doctor grinned, "after three years of sleep, you can still-"

"T-Th . . . three?" Without knowing, I spoke.

"Oh . . . you can speak now, as well." he nodded with his pursed lips, "We can start your rehabilitation earlier than expected."

Four or five days went by, and the doctor was here again. This time, it was the mother of Credell who was in-charged of me.

"Hello, hun." she greeted, "It's about time. Answer my question."

I stared at her, waiting for her next words.

"What was the last event you can think before you went to sleep?" she questioned. "In other words, the last thing you can remember."

"Th-The last thing . . ?" I muttered.

I closed my eyes and breathed slowly. What was the last thing?

Huh . . ? Wait . . .

It was very vague, but I could think of the sea . . . fire . . . and the starry night sky.

What was that?

"I-I . . ." I said breathlessly.

"Don't push yourself, dear." Mrs. Mayrand tapped my shoulder with a gentle smile. "I'll leave you for now and come back later. Credell, look for her." It was her command and left.

Credell sat on the chair with a grunt. He sighed, "What's wrong?"

I shifted my eyes sideward. "What was it? I know that it wasn't my last moment . . . I just don't remember what was it."

Credell smiled at me again. That smile, I realized something.

I realized that there was a void in my memory. I fell into the sense of suffocation. I lost something. My memories were had been blocked by a huge door. It was shut tight.

I tried opening it many times. But the more I pushed myself too much, the more pain it gave me to my chest. I couldn't remember anything.

"Why . . ?"

"I also don't know what happened." he replied, "All I knew was . . . you were in the hands of the death god. I just became a tool to pull up out of the hell."

"I see . . ." I told back, "Then I owe you my life."

"Maybe . . ?" Credell chuckled, "But don't worry about it, you can pay me next time."

"Okay." This time, I could finally smile. So I gave him my grateful smile.

Credell told me that four hours in every day, for the three years of my life sleeping senselessly, he would exercise my body so that it would not be immobilized uselessly.

They even prepared a technology called EMS for my joint care, muscle care, and etcetera.

Now . . . just how big was my debt to him? Not only to him, but also to his family.

"It was unbelievable," Credell uttered, "My parents would never expect you to wake up, but I was just the one who was persistent, idiotically believed that you would wake up. I had a pretty good high hopes on you."

"Then why, Credell?" I asked, "Why didn't you give up on me? We are not blood related and you were a stranger to me, then why did you choose to believe?"

He spoke first but he kept his stare on my. Then he pursed his lips while sighing. "I don't know either."

"What?" I said and gave him an indifferent look.

Credell let out of laughs again, "Okay, okay. I'll tell you." He rested his elbow on the bed and put his chin on his palm, "because I'm curious."

"Curious about what?"

"About what would happen after this." he answered, "It was truly miraculous that you survived. If the grim reaper was willing to take your soul, then you should be on the afterlife now. But no. It simply means that there was still a purpose for your life—although you went back alive having nothing. And this nothingness in you is your everything. All you have to do is to live on. That's why." Credell explained to me with his brightest smile.

"Thank you . . . Credell."

"It's no big deal." he said while smiling. Then he lifted his hand and patted my head, "After all, you are miracle."

"Miracle?" I asked him, tilting my head.

"Oh, yeah. Can I call you Miracle?"

"Why 'Miracle'?"

"Because it was a miracle that you are still alive." he replied. "I bet you never knew how much hell you had been through when I found you. You were like a . . . zombie, for you to know."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Do you think it is fine to call me that?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "I'm cool with that, unless you remember your name."

"Uh . . . no, I don't."

"Then calling you Miracle is fine." he urged. "It suits you. So . . . what do you think?"

"Okay." I smiled. "I think . . . it was a beautiful name."

"Well then," he stood up, stretching a bit. "I'm going to get some food."

"Sure." I beamed.

He turned his back and started walking. "Oh, by the way." he stated before he leaves.

Looking at me again, he stretches his lips with a smile like a crescent moon, "Welcome back to life . . . Miracle."

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Me: Yeah, welcome back, Miracle. : ))))

Me to me again: Yeah, welcome back writing this story again. It will be a hell for you, I swear.

Well, whatever.

And hello to Myouinari gurl. Lels, you're so nice to me that's why I love you. Here's a dedication for you, dear. *winks*

So . . . wassup? It was a pretty good start, huh?

It was sorta lame and I don't care hahaha. gdbye.

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