NOVEL NEXT Chapter 36: Dreams!
"We will leave you to tend to your injuries then. Come on Glinda, and you too Katniss." Jacob peeled his eyes off the multiple scars that decorated Draziel's body like stars in the night and left with the two ladies.
The door was slammed shut and Draziel was left alone in the room with the first aid box placed at his bedside.
He grabbed the box and headed to the bathroom where there was a large standing mirror by the wall.
Opening the box, the first aid kit contained various items without any main item missing within the box. The company sure didn't spare any effort to make it complete.
Draziel washed his body with water and then carefully dabbed a cotton wool with alcohol and cleaned his injuries with it, it wasn't until his twentieth ball of cotton wool did he finish sterilizing his wounds.
The balls of wool were all dyed red with his blood but even as the alcohol seeped deep into his torn flesh and tissues, Draziel didn't so much as whimper. It was as though he was treating the wounds of a different person.
After he was done, he grabbed ten tablets of pain relief and antibiotics, and grounded them to powder before spraying them on the gaping claw marks on his body.
He then picked a needle which was in the shape of an arc; Surgical suture. He washed his hands with alcohol and then began stitching himself up with the needle and the thread.
The needle curved as he punctured the first edges of the open wound. At first, his skin resisted thanks to the ten points of vitality his body had, his skin was ten times harder than it had previously been.
With enough force, he then punctured the second edges of the open wound, then back to the first, then the second and then he pulled, tightening the flesh as they came together closing one third of the first claw mark.
With his speed, it was as though he had done this a thousand times and it was true, he had stitched himself up more times than he could count. Probably one of the reason his Ex-wife Yvonne left him.
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Time passed and in roughly 20 minutes, he had stitched himself up, closing up all of his wounds.
Naturally, it would roughly take at least a month for an ordinary human to heal from such injury if it wasn't stitched up but if stitched up, it would approximately take about a week.
But Draziel's vitality point had reached an intense level. Vitality point of 13 bestows him the Physique and vitality of 13 men combined. Which signified his healing rate is ten times faster than that of a normal human.
He estimated his injuries would heal within 24 hours. Infact, he could feel his skin itching and twitching as his cells rapidly worked to replace the broken ones. His body had already started healing on its own, but it was quite disturbing. He was only worried his broken bones would take an even longer time.
Draziel tapped and held a spot below his ear, on his neck. "Call Yvonne."
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He pursed his lips and gently limped to the door, locking it tightly. He then took a thin thread, tied it to the door and connected it to a glass cup, balancing the glass cup by its edge, he placed it on the glass table he had moved closer.
After making all of the necessary preparations, Draziel lay on top of the bed and his gloomy blue eye closed. His breathing slowed and his body temperature slowly reduced as he sank into a strange state of sleep. The pistol was placed at his feet, and his left arm was lightly laid atop of the combat knife.
In Draziel's opinion, the time he was awake was one world, and the time he spent asleep was a different world altogether, neither was meant for rest. This world of darkness would at times be peaceful, and at times one of clamoring and fragmented monstrosities. When awake, most of these fragments would fade from his memory.
In new environments, Draziel's sleep would normally be extremely light.
This signified that he would be in a quiet and dreamless state of sleep that would enable him to react to any small changes which was extremely helpful to him during missions.
This company was definitely a new environment, and as such, Draziel was relatively cautious when asleep.
Once again, today was not a night without dreams. Draziel once again sank into the dark, gory realm of dreams.
He was suddenly trusted into a grey world, and everything in his line of sight was a rippling grey figures. It was as if this entire world was immersed within a grey kind of firmament, clear but unclear. Through the rippling light, he could see countless faces, they seem to be working on something which was on a flat surface. Those faces belonged to humans but to Draziel they seem more like monsters to him.
These faces appeared before him one after another, and their lips opened and closed, creating clashing sound waves. It was as if they were repeatedly saying something, but it wasn't to him, but at each other.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand a word.
He was like an unmoving doll, just lying flat on the bed, unable to move even the slightest. Whenever a face appeared over him, an intense hatred clouded Draziel's mind, but he was unable to do anything as his body was being poked, removed, tested and replaced.
Numbness, itchiness, and aching covered him seemingly endlessly, inflicting upon him a pain that made him want to tear his body apart!
These faces would mostly appear once, with only a select few emerging more than two times. There were only two that appeared more than twice. However, no matter which face it was, they were all blurry and unrecognizable.
As a result, Draziel had no idea whether he had encountered any of those faces before.