Chapter 183 - I Am Not Her

Just as the doctor instructed, Lewis, Dion, and Quentin monitored her and waited for any sign of her waking up once again. Although it was questionable why Quentin was still there, that was because Lewis was too busy observing Devon. 

He didn't care about who entered or leave as his focus was all on her. He even stopped working, just holding her hand while caressing it with his thumb. 

"Oh!" Lewis snapped his eyes when Dion made a brief sound. They watched her eyes weakly open and close.

"Sis!" this time, Dion cried as he rushed to the opposite side of the bed across from Lewis. His eyes gleamed with hope, holding his breath until their eyes met.

When a weak smile appeared on her face, Dion couldn't stop his tears from falling. "Sis... I'm so glad you woke up..."

"I'll call the doctor," Quentin muttered as he held back his tears and walked away, saying nothing further. He was glad that she woke up, and she was alright, but that also meant this would be the last time he would see her. He only took advantage that she was in a coma, and he could see her as much as he could.

As Quentin left, Devon raised her eyes to him and opened her mouth. But her throat was parched. She moved her head to Lewis's side and saw him wiping his eyes while holding her hand. Despite being a little dizzy and confused, she seemed she was observing the people around her and the place she was in. 

A shallow breath slipped past her lips, and the doctors soon arrived. As usual, they checked on her while her visitors stepped aside. When they inclined her bed a little, Devon tried to find her voice to speak. 

"I will ask you a few questions and you have to answer them, alright?" the Doctor briefed her and Devon answered with a slow blink. 

"Do you remember your name?" he asked curiously, watching her lips part, but no words came out.

"Mi... mir... ror..." 

"Mirror?" she nodded when the doctor repeated her request. He turned his head to Lewis, who was also baffled at this out-of-the-blue request. Suddenly, a memory similar to this resurfaced in Lewis's head. A memory after her minor accident that changed her.

The second Lewis recalled this memory, his heart suddenly pounded against his chest. Still, he nodded at the doctor to give her what she needed. He tried to convince himself that Devon just wanted to see if her face was ruined; even though this was out of her character. 

When the nurse came back with a hand mirror, the doctor took a deep breath. Just like Lewis, he thought Devon was concerned about her face. Although she had a lot of stitches all over her body, her face wasn't as damaged as one could expect. But she had a deep scar on the side of her forehead. 

"You have a few stitches that are just healing and you're still a little swollen, but they will heal in time," the Doctor reassured just so she wouldn't get shocked. He then slowly turned the hand mirror to her.

Devon held her breath slightly as she stared at the person looking back at her. Her lips opened and a sharp exhale escaped her mouth.

"Fu... fuck," she cursed under her breath, rattling everyone who heard her. She raised her eyes back to the doctor, obviously unhappy at something.

"I..." Devon swallowed down a mouthful of saliva to soothe her throat. "... Lin Devon."

The doctor nodded as she finally answered his question. "Then, do you remember..."

"No." She shook her head lightly, raising her eyes towards Lewis. Her breath grew heavy the second she saw her reflection. "No... why am I..."

"Miss Lin, you were in a  --"

"I said..." Devon panted as she channeled all her energy to grab the doctor's coat. "... why in the damn hell I'm back here?"

This time, Lewis totally froze while the rest were just utterly confused. The way everyone treated Devon was as if she was an angel; a blessing in this world. But right now, her eyes were glinting dangerously, as if she was a devil who crawled up from the pits of hell.

"She can't be there... no... that damn Kween."

"Miss Lin, calm down." The doctor panicked as her heart rate was picking up its pace.

"Damn it...! why in the world... I will kill you." Devon, who seemed to lose her mind, glared at the doctor. She didn't even know where she got the strength to hold on to him so tightly, but it was clear she was angry. 

Before she could get angrier, the doctor was forced to put her back to sleep. When she was unconscious again, the confused doctor told Lewis they would run a few more tests for her, to which he agreed. They checked on her once again before they left.

There was a moment of silence in the room when the doctors and nurses left. The three of them could only stare at her, not daring to break the silence.

"Devon," Lewis whispered after some time, feeling his knees grow weak. The attitude she had shown that brief minutes she was awake, he knew it was the previous Devon. It was the Devon he knew before 'losing her memory'.

He could feel his heart shattering once again with all the uncertainty clouding his mind. His hand trembled as he reached for her hand, staring at her with a conflicted look in his eyes. 

"Love..." His eyes were full of fear as his heart thumped even louder. "How did this...? What is going on...?"

The thought of her changing to the person she was before terrified him. Although it was obvious the way she spoke, he still didn't want to believe that.

Meanwhile, Dion just stared at her in disbelief and exhaled deeply. "Just what happened?" — who was that person speaking so brashly just now? He had been with Devon, but she never spoke like that. Hence, this left him with a lot of questions mark on his head.

Quentin, on the other hand, just stared at her blankly. His brief interaction with Devon before the accident was enough for him to distinguish the difference. The way she talked earlier was very different before the incident, but that was how she used to talk. Brash with words with sharp eyes, ready to kill. 

"How... can she change so much...?" he murmured, a little conflicted and confused at everything at the moment. 

Since they had no answer, they remained silent for a very long time. Even when Dion dragged his feet back on the couch, he didn't speak and just stared at her vacantly. Quentin also didn't have the strength, so he sat on the chair near her bed. Fortunately, he told Gabriella to go back to their hotel and just leave the driver with him.

Meanwhile, Lewis stayed on his spot like a statue.

Hours went by and before they knew it, it was almost midnight. Devon slowly opened her eyes once again, grunting faintly as the same ceiling welcomed her back. This time, she was calmer than the first time she woke up. 

'Damn,' she cursed internally, moving her gaze to her side only to see Lewis looking at her. She showed little reaction as she turned her head to the other side. There, Quentin was sitting on the chair with his worried and confused eyes on her. 

"What... weird setup, handsome Qin," she murmured before staring back at the ceiling. "Why... am I back here...?"

Her eyes welled up, and it didn't take that long when tears rolled down her temple. She didn't know why this body was in such a terrible state, but she didn't want to return to this world. She was already about to cross the afterlife, but she woke up in her previous body instead.

After all that fretting, she didn't think she would return to this body. Back to life she had already given up. Thus, she was utterly upset. Even though she had regrets, she never actually never had a very strong reason to stay anymore. 

"Why..." she bit her lower lip as she sniffed. "Why... am I dragged back to this place?"

"Love," Lewis called gently, squeezing her hand lightly. She turned to him, but her heart only felt sorry for him. 

"I... am not her," she whispered, which broke his heart. "I'm... sorry, Mister Qin."

She knew Lewis would understand what she was saying. And she didn't plan to deceive him by acting as That Devon. She weakly pulled her hand away from him. He wasn't holding her that tightly, so she was able to retrieve her hand. 

Lewis stared at his empty hand blankly. His mind just totally went blank while her words repeated like a broken record. 

"No," he whispered and raised his head, only to see her staring at Quentin. She wasn't saying anything to the man, but her eyes already spoke a thousand words. 

"Dev," called Quentin in a soft voice, clutching his fist to stop himself from holding her. "Good to see you again."

"Me too.." Devon just nodded and smiled weakly, shifting her eyes back to the ceiling. "Can you tell me what happened?"