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Kaiju Heart Ch 25: Finally, The Glowing Light
🕑 Added 2024-12-18 16:57:25 +0000 UTCThe first thing I noticed was the ache. It wasn't sharp, not like I'd broken something, but it was there, a dull, constant throb in every part of my body. My head felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it, and my mouth was dry enough to make me think I'd been chewing sandpaper in my sleep.
I groaned, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. The ceiling was white, sterile, and unfamiliar. It wasn't my room, that was for sure.
When I finally managed to tilt my head to the side, I realized I was in a hospital bed. The stiff sheets, the weird rubbery smell, and the beeping of machines—it all clicked together.
"You're finally up," a familiar voice said, snapping me out of my haze.
I turned my head toward the door. There she was, my mom, standing there with a bouquet of flowers in her hands. Her face was a mix of relief and irritation, the classic mom cocktail.
"Ma?" I croaked, my voice hoarse and barely audible.
She didn't waste any time. In two steps, she was by my side, dropping the flowers onto the floor like they didn't matter. She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing hard enough to make me wince.
"Why didn't you get to a shelter?" she demanded, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. Her voice cracked, but her glare was sharp.
I sighed, my head still spinning. "I was worried about you," I said. "I didn't know if you were still at home. I couldn't just leave without making sure you were okay."
Her response was immediate. She smacked me lightly on the head, just enough to make a point. "Of course I wouldn't be at home! Unlike you, I don't have a death wish!"
I stared at her, rubbing the spot where she'd hit me. "This is my thanks for worrying about you?"
She rolled her eyes, but her expression softened. "I raised you better than that, Bradley. The first Kaiju attack in a hundred years, and you think it's a good time to ignore the rules?"
I didn't have a good comeback for that, so I just flopped back against the pillows, letting out a long sigh. My body sank into the mattress, but my mind refused to rest. Images from three days ago flooded back—the chaos, the fear, the massive shadow towering over the city.
When I turned my head, I could see the destruction outside the window. The skyline was broken, smoke still rising in thick black plumes. Fires still burned in the distance, casting an eerie orange glow even in the daylight.
"How long was I out?" I asked, my voice quieter now.
"Three days," Mom said, sitting down in the chair beside my bed. "You've been unconscious since they brought you here."
Three days. It didn't feel like three days. It felt like I'd closed my eyes for five minutes, but my body told me otherwise.
We talked for a while after that—nothing serious, just Mom doing what moms do best: nagging and worrying at the same time. She told me about how the hospital was running on backup generators, how the city was still in a state of emergency, and how lucky I was to even be alive.
Eventually, though, I couldn't ignore the fact that I really needed to pee. "I need to go to the bathroom," I said, sitting up slowly.
Mom gave me a skeptical look but didn't stop me. "Take it easy, Bradley," she warned as I slid my legs over the edge of the bed.
"I'm fine," I said, though I wasn't entirely sure that was true. My legs felt like jelly, and the room tilted slightly as I stood. But after a few seconds, I managed to steady myself.
The hospital hallway was eerily quiet as I shuffled along, one hand trailing the wall for support. The occasional nurse walked by, but no one paid me much attention.
That's when I felt it—the warmth.
It started as a small, almost pleasant sensation in my chest, like the first sip of hot coffee on a cold morning. But as I kept walking, it grew stronger, spreading outward like a fire that refused to be contained.
"Dammit, what's happening?" I muttered under my breath, my pace quickening.
By the time I reached the bathroom door, the heat had become unbearable, like my entire chest was about to burst into flames. I shoved the door open and staggered inside, leaning over the sink.
"Come on, come on," I mumbled, turning on the faucet. The cold water gushed out, and I splashed it onto my face, hoping it would cool me down.
But when I looked up, I froze.
The face staring back at me wasn't quite my own.
My eyes—they were glowing. Not just a faint shimmer, but a bright, unnatural blue light that seemed to pulse with its own rhythm.
"What the hell?" I whispered, stepping back from the mirror. My reflection followed, those glowing eyes locked onto mine.
I leaned closer, my hands gripping the edge of the sink. The glow wasn't just in my eyes—it was spreading. Tiny blue veins of light traced up from my chest, branching out across my neck and into my face.
Panic clawed at my throat as I stumbled back, my breathing shallow and quick. "Okay, okay," I said to myself, my voice shaking. "This is... fine. Totally fine."
Spoiler alert: it was not fine.
I leaned against the wall, trying to steady myself. The warmth in my chest hadn't gone away—it had only intensified. It felt like something was building, something I couldn't control.
I looked back at the mirror, half-expecting to see myself explode. Instead, my reflection stood there, glowing like a neon sign, looking just as freaked out as I felt.
"What the hell is happening to me?" I whispered again, my voice barely audible over the sound of the water still running in the sink.
No answers came, just the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the steady drip of water onto porcelain.
And the glow in my chest? It wasn't stopping.
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Oh damn some venom type stuff……awesome!!!
