Issac pov (MC pov).
I am 34 years old penniless foreigner in Tokyo. How did I find myself in this situation? I got pickpocketed when I didn't expect it.
(The day was really fun and I was really enjoying the city for real that theif had ruined the day for me).
While, I was going back to the hotel on foot. The whole way, I was muttering swears under my breath. Not for anyone to hear. Just to calm myself down.
(If only I'd listened to Emma and waited for her, or even kept backup identification and cash separate from my wallet. I wouldn't have to go hotel on foot. And I don't even know the rest of the way. To the hotel). "Oh fuck!"
And if the day wasn't bad enough. It started raining out of nowhere. And from the looks of it, the rain will only get harder and harder. I could barely see the street ahead.
next to me a very smelly guy with some blood coming from his mouth and some questionable liquids in his clothes.
(If I want to describe him in one word it will be [an Elephant]. It's better to keep that thought to myself, though.).
"Excuse me mister do you happen to know? Where is the Havana hotel? The 4 stars one." I said in Japanese for the guy next to me. He just looked at me with a disdainful eyes. Then, shrugs I just sighed. (Now I am literally homeless).
"Hey! listen to me, Nanahoshi."
"No, shinohora you didn't even apologise, and still even continue to waste my time."
Looking at the Two boys and a girl were arguing. No, actually, just one boy and the girl. The other boy seemed to be playing peacemaker. But none of them realized they'd wandered into the middle of the road.
Before a car came. Part of me wanted to ignore them and focus on my own mess. But for some reason, my foot unintentionally moved towards them and the fat man did the same.
Then, out of nowhere, the fat man opened his mouth to shout. But, no sound came out. Frustrated, he tried to run toward the kids instead, but the rain had turned the road into a slick trap. His feet slipped, and he crashed onto the pavement.
(Well at least he tried I might thought bad of him out of no reason. He tried to help the kids out of goodness of his heart after all. Maybe, after I deal with this I will call him to the hotel to help him if he needed).
I shouted in English to catch their attention. "watch out!"
As I shouted one of the boys hugged the girl. The other one tried to get to the sidewalk. But, the damn muddy road made him slipped and fell on his face. So, I had to get him out of the way first. As fast as, I pushed him out of the way.
A blinding light flashed in the kids place. And it blinded me for a few seconds. I saw nothing. And suddenly I felt very strong pain in my back. And found my self flying in the air. 'Oh shit!' I got hit by the truck. It hurt like hell.
When I hit the ground. The ground didn't stop the pain. It magnified it by a lot
My spine was already smashed. Not broken it had been shattered by the truck's impact on it. And it scrambled my nerves like cut wires.
My legs? Both are crushed. I couldn't even twitch a toe. Just numb weight, like concrete slabs tied to my hips.
My Left arm? Is gone. Maybe still attached, but I couldn't feel it anymore. Not mentioning trying to move it.
My Head is stuck looking to the sky. My Eyes are stuck too. For the rain to wash it from the sky, my throat is just gurgling blood instead of screams.
A cough. More blood flooded through my mouth. At least the rain would wash it away.
(No. No, no, NO—I can't die here. Not like this. Not now. Not yet. Emma will never forgive you Issac Harold if you widowed her like this. You promised her to adopt a child. When you get home since she can't get pregnant. You know it well she is saying it is a vacation. But she came here because japan is higher in medical field than South Africa she is.. she... ahh my breathing is very heavy).
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(Well that's my life. At least I died a hero I hope this will be sufficient for entering heaven. I can't imagine selfless dad or pure mom in hell. Well I think when dad sees me. He will think I committed suicide. Because, before he died last year I was planning to do one but failed).
Suddenly a strange voice stopped my thinking!
"Lades zaltok. Zenith!" (What the hell is that language, I probably should stop swearing. I am quite literally a smashed dying corpse on the road). Another voices can be heard but this time it appears the screams of the fat man and the kid had awaken the neighbourhood and they had called both the police and ambulance.
(I don't know what will they do with police but I shouldn't care about that I supposed recite my beliefs but I can't even remember last time I was at church maybe 20 years ago).
the strange voices appeared again in higher volume.
"Hahen faiom. Paul!" it is either I got strange hit on the head. (And strangely enough from the whole wasted body after the hit this was the only place hadn't got any visible damage). It's either that or someone talking in unknown language to me. (Which is hard considering I can literally speak 5 languages and understand 7 and know many words in many languages due to entering many meetings around the world to improve medicines, and did this voice just said Paul isn't that my young brother name).
"Zaltok mouy haho. Zenith!" I think I did hit my head very hard because the voices didn't stop. I think they are just increasing.
(Still I can't understanding anything. But the words zaltok and Zenith are repeated for the second time).
"Hey! are you okay?" said the fat man speaking to me. (Well other than the intense pain on my back. And I can't feel my legs or my left arm. And I'm dying right now. I Just got hit by a truck, but thanks for asking. That's the worst question to be asked in this situation. Stupid).
"An unidentified dark-skinned foreigner man got hit by truck. He is done for. The witnesses says there were three high schoolers on the road. While the accident happened. Only one can be found. An intense search in the area is needed." said the policeman in the wireless police phone.
(For real this country and the discrimination in it even though I am slightly brown they just going to treat me like monkey. yes, it is 1000 time better than the past. Before, Mandela president-elect, they were gonna just ignore my skills in chemistry & physics & biology & high iq and languages they were gonna just drop me in the nearest military station. Because of my build and my great skill in hand to hand fights. Well it doesn't matter now. If anything I regret not resigning with higher insurance company).
(Well Emma you & Paul & Richard and if she will continue about adopting child will have to just share 120k dollars I hope they don't argue after my death).
Another one of the voices appears again but I decided to ignore them. And they continued for hours. While the doctors and nurses tries to keep me alive with CPR, HIV and etc. If I will describe it, they doing it to perfect for unidentified black foreigner. as they say.
(And this voices are going to drive me crazy if I outlived this somehow. I think I one of my priorities is visiting a rehabilitation centre. Because of the nonstop voices in my head only).
(But, I heard 5 words too much to be considered coincidence and they are [Zenith & Paul & Lilla & zatok and shinne] will Lilla that's a new name to me the fourth words I can't understand it and the last one is almost sounds as word dead in Japanese. Well, who ever was saying this words. It isn't funny as sarcasm. But, it doesn't matter anymore the pulse are stopping anyway).
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Rudeus pov
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Suddenly after everything blacked out I thought it was over. I started to see 2 very blurry shiluotes. Describing them will be giants. I am still trying to move my arm or make sound or even breath. since I got hit by that truck. But, I can't.
After sometime of trying to make a sound a very hurt sound of pain. Can be heard from me if you was to close since I don't know why my vocal cords isn't working.
Suddenly one of the silhouettes came and lifted me and the other started saying strange words. I only understood the word shinne.
That apparently made me better because after she said it. And when she said it her hand lit a dim green light. And because of it my vision slightly became better and finally. I can make an audible sound of pain.
The woman repated some word but add another and then said X-Shinne her hand litted the whole room and my vision instantly became better and my cries became normal.
That's when. I realised many things in the next few seconds first there are 3 persons in the room a very good build man. (destroyed my past proud muscles). With dark blonde hair.
And a very reversed woman on the corner of the room wearing an outdated maid outfit from the old big houses. She have too many sweat in her forehead. Like she was in middle of war or something.
And lastly the woman who I'm in her hands she is blonde wearing a very sticky. (what can I call it). I will call it a nightgown. Since, I can't identify what is it. But describing it like a very indefile dress. The woman who wearing it while carrying me. She has the most sweats of all of them.
(I didn't want to know. And before realising my state. I didn't want to imagine what kind of fight they were in).
But, she is pretty all of them are very beautiful people. If anything they all can advertise in a face cream ads with these sweet faces. But the woman carrying me is on whole another level.
(Well, when I saw everything my brain finally decided to work and told me that I had died from the accident now I'm reincarnated and that's my new family).
I cried as hard as I could, finally making an audible sound. Everyone in the room sighed in relief.
(This wasn't rebirth. It was a coma dream. A dying brain's last joke. Wake up. WAKE UP. Please. But the pain was too sharp. And The blonde woman's hands are too warm. Oh God. It's real. I can't see either my alive family or the dead ones. that's must be hell, and why all of my body is in pain. Did the pain of the accident reach this new body too? No, that's impossible. Then, I received a body of a dead kid. [Stillborn]. Oh fuck my luck. So even my second chance I received is a dead body. And they did revive me with CPR and the unnatural green light. .. No, it's must be my mind still hallucinating. And I will wake-up anytime now next to Emma please god).
While I was crying from inside myself. The blonde man or apparently my new father now celebrating like he really believed his dead child. Had returned to life. Poor man his son probably dead. And the one who will live on his body can't give you the right love you deserve.
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(Thinking about it why can't I see this through the end I am dead anyway. And I can't return to my family so. It doesn't matter anymore. I will take it like a test a very hard one indeed. Starting all over new family ignoring my past I just hope they don't hate me like the past one. And enduring the unbearable pain for this young couple. "Well, mom & dad nice to meet you. I think").
When I said that on my brain I felt sudden urge to sleep. I didn't fight it and, I slept.