"You'll be okay if you take these pills."
After treating me, the doctor handed me tablets, for my panic attacks.
I was now in Nestral, the location of my father's killer, with no clues of where I can find them or who they were. Searching was up to me.
"Panic attacks are a normal thing to experience... it's just... I didn't expect you to take the news this hard."
It was confusing, what was he talking about? He noticed the puzzled expression on my face and asked. "Didn't Tony tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"The man you came here with, Tom Voss, he passed on upon arrival. I'm sorry."
I sat still on my bed. He was dead. He was really dead.
"May I see him?"
"Are you sure? I don't think it's good for–"
"I'll be fine."
I shifted off the bed. Surprisingly, nothing hurt.
The doctor gave me blue clothes and I put them on. We then left the room and headed for the morgue.
He opened a slab with Tom's name on it. I'd have preferred it stay shut, but I needed to him. Every muscle in my body locked up as I saw his covered up.
"May I... have some time alone."
The doctor nodded and left the room.
I pulled the sheet back, revealing Tom's lifeless body. I caught my breath, this time, controlled.
"Thomas Voss, I'm sorry. It's because of me you're death."
The tip of my tongue placed itself against my upper teeth ridge to make "Tch" sound. Conveying my disappointment.
[Though. His death was a necessary sacrifice, was it not?]
"Who are you?"
[Admit it. You're responsible for his death. Aren't you.]
The voice, it sounded like me, from two years ago. A manifestation of my regret come to torture me.
"I said get out."
[I'm not leaving.]
I dropped to my knees. My breath got heavier. The tears on my eyes distorted my vision.
[Until you get revenge, I'll always be apart of you. No, I'm you.]
I reached for the tablets in my pocket, arms trembling.
I found them.
Water?
I repeated "water" as I frantically searched the room for a tap.
Then–
A hand grasped my shoulder.
"Kid, kid."
Their voice was muffled, face unclear.
I saw them offer me a cylinder-like object.
Assuming it was a glass of water, I took it and drank, along with the tablets.
They worked. Faster than I thought.
Breath got steadier, vision adjusted, inner voice vanished. Though not completely.
It was still better than nothing.
"Do you have anymore of those pills?"
"Huh?"
"Those pills, how do I get more?"
"You can buy them at your nearest Pharmacy."
These panic attacks were going to be a problem when triggered. So finding a quick source of income for meds was my current priority.
I placed my hand on Tom's tray, for support as I stood.
"You're weak. I suggest that you rest."
"No– Tell me where's the Academy."
I thought about it for a while. The maximum age was 14. I was that age. If I managed to talk with the person in charge, I could easily pass on recommendation.