Chapter 88 - Falling Lamp

"How's she doing?" Vincent forgot what he wanted to discuss with his friend and refocused on thinking about Cathy's healthy.

"That... we've tried what we can. The lady's heart is beating normally. It's just that maybe this will repeat itself while she's asleep. That's why we will be monitoring her for the night."

"So you still haven't taken it out yet?" Vincent did not understand why this doctor did not immediately remove any chemical that had entered Cathy's body.

"Sorry, this is all we can do."

Vincent was eager to block the doctor and force her to immediately get Cathy out of her dire condition. But he was not a doctor himself, and he knew nothing about the medical procedure. Therefore he did not force the female doctor and walked over to the fast asleep girl on the bed.

"Frank, I want Cathy transferred to the VIP room right now." If someone was after her, the girl... Vincent would not leave her unprotected. "And also tell the Beta team to come here."

"Okay."

Frank came right out and did whatever his friend ordered.

Not long after, Cathy was dreaming once more time, making her feel depressed. Her surroundings were nothing but pitch black as no light brightened this place.

Cathy realized she was in the same place in her dream. Why was she here again? Why did she must be alone in this darkness without no one could accompany her?

Cathy wanted to wake up... she didn't want to be here. Catherine ran and ran no matter how dark it was. She was still running, trying to get out of this cold dark place. There was no light, and Cathy saw only darkness in front of her, but that did not stop her steps from continuing to run aimlessly. Until she saw a door in front of her, then her steps stopped.

With doubt, Cathy opened the door and walked inside, which was welcomed by a blinding light. After adjusting her eyes to the sudden bright place, Cathy looked at her surrounding.

It seemed that this is a women's room. Guess Cathy silently. Why does this place feel so familiar to her? She did not know why, but she felt nostalgic, as if she had often come to this room when she was a child.

Cathy turned her gaze to look at this room, curiously.

The wall was white with a king-size bed covered with pink sheets. There are four magnificent golden pillars at each end of the bed and a dark red curtain tied to each post. A person would be able to sleep soundly without being disturbed by light by covering the three sides of the bed with these curtains.

Cathy felt this room was devoted to a royal princess. This room was huge, in fact, two or three times the size of the family room at her house in Red Rosemary.

With three wardrobes lined up on the side of the wall and a magnificent dressing table with various kinds of branded cosmetics, it made the room appeared very feminine and elegant.

Cathy glanced around with an amazed chuckle. There was a special place for storing beautiful jewelry and luxury bags. Not only that, various hats were neatly arranged on a long wooden cabinet.

Cathy, who was still afraid because she would be hit by a lamp before, tilted her head to make sure there were no lights there. It was then that her eyes widened in amazement at what she saw.

There, she could see the weirdest yet glorious painting. It was a painting of two lions standing opposite each other as if they were fighting fiercely. Strangely, the colors of the two lions were different from one another. One was brown, like the natural color for the predator animal, while the latter was dark red.

There was a luxurious golden crown with sparkling white diamonds between the two lions' heads. In the middle of the two lions' image was a picture of a person stretching his two hands sideways towards each fighting lion.

If ordinary people saw him, they would be horrified because the two fierce lions would kill the man. Surprisingly, the man was depicted with no expression other than wide lips that covered a smile. The painting showed that the man was not afraid of the lions that pounced on him, but he looked excited to face the two wild animals.

Cathy's eyes moved to the next painting and saw a similar but different picture. This time thousands of arrows flew towards the man from the back and front. The two lions that seemed to pounce on the man in the middle had changed positions.

The left lion facing backward, and the right one facing the front showing the mouth was wide open, about to pounce on the prey. The two lions changed their position as if they wanted to block the arrow and protect the man in danger. Meanwhile, the man's two hands were now not towards the side but were lifted upward as if to take the golden crown.

It seemed the man had no reason to fear the two lions as the wild animal would never harm him since the beginning. Instead, the animals appeared to protect the man, which Cathy couldn't understand the reason.

Cathy couldn't help but curious what would happen to the man next, and what would he do with his rising hand? Her eyes shifted to the right to see the third and the last image of the painting.

Her eyes widened when she saw the final image. The crown was on the man's head, and the two sleeping lions laid on either side of the man's feet while thousands of human-shaped silhouettes bowed before him with their heads lowered.

The man's pose was like an arrogant ruler that came out as a champion. His leg crossed his other one, and his hand probed on the arm throne while his chin leaned to his knuckle.

Cathy didn't know what the picture meant, but she felt neither scared nor bored. Instead, she smiled broadly at the three pictures beautifully painted on the room's ceiling.

Somehow Cathy felt that she had seen these images. For some weird reason, she had the guts that she had heard the meaning of the painting. 

And for some unknown reason, she felt her blood rushing so fast to the point, making her heart pounding hard when her eyes looked at the glorious man sitting on the throne.

Why did her heart pounding? Why was she so fascinated by this painting? What beautiful sharp colors and her eyes couldn't take off from it, and then a realization hit her.

Isn't she color blind? Isn't she unable to distinguish any color? Why can she see colors? Why now?

After knowing she could see colors, Cathy was excited and shifted her gaze back around the room to see the various colors. She even ignored the painting above her head and did not care about it anymore.

She could see the red color on the bed curtain, pink on the sheets, white on the clean walls, brown on the dresser, and gold on the large vanity frame.

Cathy couldn't help but squealed happily as she still remembered the colors' names.

She walked over to the dressing desk to see how she was reflected in the mirror. Cathy often heard that her hair color was unique and fascinating; even she heard that her three younger siblings did not have hair colors like her. Because of that, she was very curious about what color her hair would be like.

As soon as she stood right in front of the mirror, she saw a reddish-brown haired woman. It looked brown, but it became slightly dark red when the sunlight hit her hair.

And her eyes... the color of her eyes were light brown with a dark pupil in the middle. Cathy never really saw her reflection because the image had only one dull color in her eyes.

It was either dark grey or light grey.

Now she was stunned to see her own reflection in so many colors.

"Is this me?" she asked incredulously as she approached the mirror and raised a hand to touch the mirror.

Surprisingly, her reflection did not stop her hand from moving like herself. Instead, her hand in the mirror continued to raise and formed a number one with her index finger covering her lips.

"Shhh... don't make a sound."

Cathy gasped in shock and stepped backward, feeling scared by the mirror's reflection. She did not know what was blocking her way to make her stumble and fall back. She tilted her head up inadvertently, and her heart trembled with fear.

That painting... the painting with three different designs was not there. Instead, it was a white roof with big lights with a beautiful shape hanging in the middle. It was precisely what Cathy had seen before.

Suddenly her heart trembled with fear, and her heart stopped that instant. Cathy had to run... she must avoid the falling giant lamp, but her body refused to move.

Then... the headlight broke free and fell on her.

"Aaaaaaaaa!!"