Waking up an Esoteric. Pt 2.

The harsh dryness of her throat started getting to her. Like the past hour or so, she kept swallowing on her throat, with the saliva her only source of moisture for now. Alone in the cold, grey hospital room, she looked around, studying the place.

Why am I here?

Having woken up to dazzled faces and unbelieving eyes, it only confused her as to what's going on. They left an hour before, as the nurses and doctors came in while a few ushered Serene and the two men out. One of the men was by the door, pacing back and forth, full of anxiousness.

He looks familiar.

Those grey green eyes were unmistakable along with his rugged, unshaved beard. His hair was kept under his hat, while his nose was as sharp as Serene's small nose.

Omar?

As she fixed her gaze on him, he felt uncomfortable, as if someone was watching him. Lifting his head up he saw her troubled face. With hesitation taking control over his body and mind, he pushed himself to enter.

Just when he closed the door behind him, she immediately shifted her gaze to the other side of the room, opposite the door, where a jug of water was placed with a few paper cups.

"Should I get you some?" he reffered to the water, after several minutes of trying to figure out what was wrong.

She slowly nodded her head.

That's him. His voice. That's Omar.

"Here," he handed her the paper cup carefully, fearing her fragility.

Cupping it in her hands, she raised it to her pale lips and gulped the water down all in one go.

After tapping his foot unpatiently, the curiosity eating him up inside, six words were let loose from his lips just minutes later.

"Do you know who I am?" he said, a crack apparent in his voice.

"No," she whispered.

Liar.

Minutes passed and she grew tired of her eyes darting around the room, searching for something to focus on. She felt awkward.

"I'll be outside, by the door, if you need anything," he turned around and left, awkwardly.

Why the lie, Natal?