Meg, are you okay?
To Mr. Gill's words I nodded as I dived into the futon. Because if I made a voice now, I was going to cry.
"... call me if anything happens"
After a moment of silence, Mr. Gill said so and left the room. Probably something's wrong with me, you noticed. It's not that I'm sick.
I'm sorry in my heart, and apologize. Quiet in the room.
"Uhhhh!!
Still, I cried out loud as I pressed my face against the pillow so that my voice wouldn't leak a little outside.
Your father's alive.
I saw your father.
But what about me? It's not a ring. Why not? Why isn't it working?
I'm the ring. How easy it would be to tell him that. But even your father should be confused. What happened to the body of the ring? What if they refuse that you're not a ring?
That thought went around in my head and I didn't know what to do anymore, and I even cried. I cried wow.
When I realized that, I was tired of crying and falling asleep.
"Did you hear that? About Hasegawa...... '
Is that a colleague of the company…? I kind of miss it so much.
'Oh. Acute heart failure,' he said. I don't care what you think, you're overworked... '
--Huh? What are you saying...?
'You really only think of people as pawns in this company. I know exactly what happened this time. "
'Well... I knew by my head that it was a black company, but I thought it was something similar everywhere.'
'Gradually, you were beginning to think this was normal in the world. Without realizing it.'
'It's horrible, paralysis of senses. Every day, I was put to work until I became a hefty person, and I couldn't even think about the obvious...'
"Oh... I thought I'd go to the hospital next time."
What are you talking about? These people, what...?
"After about two days of unauthorized absence, I finally thought I was sick... but I guess I didn't even realize that, Hasegawa."
"While you're asleep, huh? You're still young...... you'll regret it, I should have cared more for you '
'I think I relied too much on you to do anything tedious and this guy would be able to do anything. After a second thought, I knew I was asking for too much work. You were sweet because you'd take it on fast, guys.'
No... no, no, I...!
"We shouldn't waste Mr. Hasegawa's death, should we? We need to move a little bit."
'Right. In order not to increase the number of similar victims.'
Me, dead, of...?
"... Huh!
Get up with Gabba. My heart was pounding.
"Dream... yeah, but I'm sure that's..."
It really happened. I'm so sure.
I'm dead. Overworked death.
Since your father's gone, what have you been doing, me? Whip yourself, just live in a grumpy way. And he died because of it.
I can't tell you anymore. To your father, I can't believe I'm a ring. Die on your own for such a crap reason, and tell your father me, what am I supposed to say?
"Hiu... ahhh..."
Suddenly, I couldn't breathe properly. Is that it? What should I do with my breath? I've never thought about it before, but I don't know how to breathe.
"Ugh... ah"
My breathing gets rough. My head was about to turn white, and this made me desperate to call Fu.
"Are you calling - Lord... Lord!?
No. I can call you, but it's painful and I can't give you any instructions. I can't even tell if my vision is blurred because of tears or if my consciousness is distant.
"Wait, Lord! I'll get Mr. Neffrey!!
But you saw and guessed how I was. Fu made an accurate decision and moved me. The boulder was only the Spirit of the Wind, and the transmission took place in seconds, and soon someone rushed me indoors.
"Meg!!
Oh, this voice is Mr. Shrier. You haven't heard that in a long time, Mr. Shrier's voice.
"Gil! Give me Rudd right away!
"I'm already calling!
Oh, I'm worried about you again. No, no, no. I am. I'm sorry, Meg. I've strained your body.
But I'm sorry. Me, I can't believe I'm dead, and I think I'm pretty shocked.
Suffering. Suffering. My breath hurts, but my heart hurts.
Butterflies and signs of a rush indoors. It was Mr. Shrier and Mr. Gill who were heard, and Dr. Rudd who came late. I felt there were a few others, but now I don't know. They're holding you and putting something on your mouth? But it doesn't change the pain.
--Somebody, help me.
Ever since, I've shouted these words repeatedly in my heart that I couldn't say to anyone.
I don't know how long it's been. I felt it for a very long time, but maybe that's because I was in pain. It could have been only about ten minutes.
"All right, all right. Meg, it's okay. We're all on our side."
Right now, apparently, I'm being held on Dr. Rudd's lap. The place remains in my room. I wonder if I was falling on the floor when I saw Dr. Rudd sitting on the floor with a horseshit. I was out thinking about that blurry.
"Are you calm..."
"Is Meg okay?
The voices of Mr. Gill and Mr. Shrier as if they were somewhat hoarse. I was exhausted, so I closed my eyes and only heard that voice somehow.
"Maybe something touched Meg's memory. I don't know if you remember anything from the past, or if it's another cause. It's very hard to hyperventilate, but it's okay."
"Good... there are many possible causes. It might have something to do with what I've been looking into."
"About the high elves, I guess?
"Yeah, but I'm going to talk to everyone tonight with the leader."
Tonight? I think it's about me. If so, I'd like to hear it, too. But will my heart catch up?...... yeah. Other things are trivial compared to the fact that I'm already dead. I don't care what you ask me.
I made up my mind. Protect Meg from this body.
"... also. Me too, I wanted to ask..."
"Meg......"
Wrinkles between everyone's eyebrows, eyebrows aligned and lowered. Heh, that's crazy, isn't it? What are you talking about in this state? I know exactly what you're worried about. I'd worry if I was in the opposite position. But because we all know I won't say no to you clarity.
He said the story was about me. Because I'm a child, and even though I'm a party, I wonder if I can hide it, I'm sure.
"At night, I was feeling better. Sleep tight now."
I'm just waking up from my nap, and I'm just sleeping today. You should go back to sleep now if you want to participate in an important discussion at night. I'm tired after suffering from hyperventilation.
"... ok. Tell the leader (Don) and everyone. But there's one more thing to rest on, as promised."
Once Mr. Shrier cut off his words and came near me, he bent down, looked at him and told him with a smile.
"Let me tell you something about spiritual magic while I'm gone."
Oh, well. It was, wasn't it? I have to introduce you to Homura-kun and tell her that Shaw is in Namo on her first assignment right now. I get a deep appreciation for daring to change the subject.
Mr. Shrier gently narrows his eyes and strokes his head. The scent and reassurance made me feel loose on my cheeks.
"You finally made me smile. It's okay, Meg.... because no matter what, we are on your (...) side"
I don't know what kind of information Mr. Shrier has gotten in Elf Township, but with that one word I was able to feel at ease. I'm sure he'll be fine.
And that was a grin that made me think it might be okay to expose the real me.