Chapter 179: 179
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After all those years of being together in school from staying in the same room to taking classes together. I thought we understood each other and respected each other to a certain extent, but once we were outside of school, I understood how different Luke truly was.
Luke called for the doctor for another checkup today. Like last time, the doctor passed his notes to Luke and I wasn't able to take a single glance. I stared at Luke to explain the results as he eventually gave in, "the doctor said it's best to rest for three more weeks."
"Only inside this room?" I asked for more details.
Luke took out another bottle of erigent, "you need to stop moving to recover faster."
"Since you were injured most critically in the stomach, if you move even an inch of your body, the recovering process gets messier. That's why the recovery period increased since you kept on moving around the room and stopped eating for a while."
I stifled a scream as Luke poured more erigent on my stomach. I felt like the liquid was putting my body on fire as I almost collapsed onto the floor. I never knew my injury was this severe.
"This wouldn't have happened in the first place if you didn't make me feel like I was locked up in this room when I was feeling perfectly fine," I grumbled as Luke managed to catch me.
"I thought you would already know what your situation was like and behave accordingly. We did learn about how to handle the human body in elementary school and I thought you would retain that information."
Wow. There was no way I would remember stuff like that in detail. I couldn't help but to roll my eyes while cringing through the lasting pain. I was paralyzed in my bed as Luke soon left the room. I wondered if there were painkillers as I squeezed the blanket.
But I hopelessly knew that Luke wouldn't give me access to them because he would have given me them already if he was planning to. After several hours, I managed to sit up in my bed. I was absolutely bored from staring at the ceiling.
I limped as I walked towards the bookshelf. I grabbed a random book and flipped to the table of contents to see if it was worth reading. I stopped at a page where there was an interesting topic where you could communicate with your past self.
When I read the section in more detail back on my bed, it didn't seem too hard to do. All I needed was a surface that reflected my image. Thankfully there was a mirror inside the room because I couldn't use the barred window.
I hoped the spell worked as I carefully read the spell and came up with a precise image. I was trying to look through the mirror to call my past self, anything that came up while pouring a constant amount of mana. When the mirror reflected nothing, I knew I failed the spell.
I flopped onto my bed in frustration. I knew the content in Luke's books couldn't be easy as they were written! What did I expect? But since I had nothing else to do, I decided to keep trying until it worked. It was a repetition of trial and error as I began panting with my stomach trembling in pain as I moved.
For my final attempt I changed my thoughts. Instead of trying to see my past self, I tried thinking of making a video call to the past. Sweat drenched my clothes as I concentrated the rest of my reserves of trying to make this work.
My eyes widened as I finally saw something other than my appearance reflect through the mirror. A young version of myself with a curious stare looked back at me. She had red gradient hair swaying along a little past her chest with those signature orange speckled eyes. Her cheeks were a bit chubby from baby fat and she resembled a toddler with her short limbs.
Maybe at this point of time, I didn't even enter elementary school yet. This was the right time to make my past self influence Luke so that he would grow up to be different than the person he was today. This was the earliest years of my reincarnation where I barely knew anything about the world.
I had to let my past self know all the information I missed out of which placed me in this situation in the first place. It was unfortunate how I appeared like I was already transferred to the first district from the infirmary in the background. But, I could still prevent the engagement going onto the stage it was now.
I wondered if my past self would be smart enough to notice I was a future version of herself with my new hair colour. But I knew she would try to help anyone who seemed like they were in trouble. I pretended that I was in a bit of trouble as I made my eyes swell up in tears, "I don't have that much time, but promise me you'll help me prevent an awful future."
I almost panicked when I heard the sound of the door knob turning. Why did Luke have to come at such bad timing? I couldn't let him know that I was using a great deal of my mana to communicate with myself for fun.
"This isn't what it seems like," I stood in front of the mirror to hide my younger self.
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After all those years of being together in school from staying in the same room to taking classes together. I thought we understood each other and respected each other to a certain extent, but once we were outside of school, I understood how different Luke truly was.
Luke called for the doctor for another checkup today. Like last time, the doctor passed his notes to Luke and I wasn't able to take a single glance. I stared at Luke to explain the results as he eventually gave in, "the doctor said it's best to rest for three more weeks."
"Only inside this room?" I asked for more details.
Luke took out another bottle of erigent, "you need to stop moving to recover faster."
"Since you were injured most critically in the stomach, if you move even an inch of your body, the recovering process gets messier. That's why the recovery period increased since you kept on moving around the room and stopped eating for a while."
I stifled a scream as Luke poured more erigent on my stomach. I felt like the liquid was putting my body on fire as I almost collapsed onto the floor. I never knew my injury was this severe.
"This wouldn't have happened in the first place if you didn't make me feel like I was locked up in this room when I was feeling perfectly fine," I grumbled as Luke managed to catch me.
"I thought you would already know what your situation was like and behave accordingly. We did learn about how to handle the human body in elementary school and I thought you would retain that information."
Wow. There was no way I would remember stuff like that in detail. I couldn't help but to roll my eyes while cringing through the lasting pain. I was paralyzed in my bed as Luke soon left the room. I wondered if there were painkillers as I squeezed the blanket.
But I hopelessly knew that Luke wouldn't give me access to them because he would have given me them already if he was planning to. After several hours, I managed to sit up in my bed. I was absolutely bored from staring at the ceiling.
I limped as I walked towards the bookshelf. I grabbed a random book and flipped to the table of contents to see if it was worth reading. I stopped at a page where there was an interesting topic where you could communicate with your past self.
When I read the section in more detail back on my bed, it didn't seem too hard to do. All I needed was a surface that reflected my image. Thankfully there was a mirror inside the room because I couldn't use the barred window.
I hoped the spell worked as I carefully read the spell and came up with a precise image. I was trying to look through the mirror to call my past self, anything that came up while pouring a constant amount of mana. When the mirror reflected nothing, I knew I failed the spell.
I flopped onto my bed in frustration. I knew the content in Luke's books couldn't be easy as they were written! What did I expect? But since I had nothing else to do, I decided to keep trying until it worked. It was a repetition of trial and error as I began panting with my stomach trembling in pain as I moved.
For my final attempt I changed my thoughts. Instead of trying to see my past self, I tried thinking of making a video call to the past. Sweat drenched my clothes as I concentrated the rest of my reserves of trying to make this work.
My eyes widened as I finally saw something other than my appearance reflect through the mirror. A young version of myself with a curious stare looked back at me. She had red gradient hair swaying along a little past her chest with those signature orange speckled eyes. Her cheeks were a bit chubby from baby fat and she resembled a toddler with her short limbs.
Maybe at this point of time, I didn't even enter elementary school yet. This was the right time to make my past self influence Luke so that he would grow up to be different than the person he was today. This was the earliest years of my reincarnation where I barely knew anything about the world.
I had to let my past self know all the information I missed out of which placed me in this situation in the first place. It was unfortunate how I appeared like I was already transferred to the first district from the infirmary in the background. But, I could still prevent the engagement going onto the stage it was now.
I wondered if my past self would be smart enough to notice I was a future version of herself with my new hair colour. But I knew she would try to help anyone who seemed like they were in trouble. I pretended that I was in a bit of trouble as I made my eyes swell up in tears, "I don't have that much time, but promise me you'll help me prevent an awful future."
I almost panicked when I heard the sound of the door knob turning. Why did Luke have to come at such bad timing? I couldn't let him know that I was using a great deal of my mana to communicate with myself for fun.
"This isn't what it seems like," I stood in front of the mirror to hide my younger self.
After all those years of being together in school from staying in the same room to taking classes together. I thought we understood each other and respected each other to a certain extent, but once we were outside of school, I understood how different Luke truly was. Luke called for the doctor for another checkup today. Like last time, the doctor passed his notes to Luke and I wasn't able to take a single glance. I stared at Luke to explain the results as he eventually gave in, "the doctor said it's best to rest for three more weeks." "Only inside this room?" I asked for more details. Luke took out another bottle of erigent, "you need to stop moving to recover faster." "Since you were injured most critically in the stomach, if you move even an inch of your body, the recovering process gets messier. That's why the recovery period increased since you kept on moving around the room and stopped eating for a while." I stifled a scream as Luke poured more erigent on my stomach. I felt like the liquid was putting my body on fire as I almost collapsed onto the floor. I never knew my injury was this severe. "This wouldn't have happened in the first place if you didn't make me feel like I was locked up in this room when I was feeling perfectly fine," I grumbled as Luke managed to catch me. "I thought you would already know what your situation was like and behave accordingly. We did learn about how to handle the human body in elementary school and I thought you would retain that information." Wow. There was no way I would remember stuff like that in detail. I couldn't help but to roll my eyes while cringing through the lasting pain. I was paralyzed in my bed as Luke soon left the room. I wondered if there were painkillers as I squeezed the blanket. But I hopelessly knew that Luke wouldn't give me access to them because he would have given me them already if he was planning to. After several hours, I managed to sit up in my bed. I was absolutely bored from staring at the ceiling. I limped as I walked towards the bookshelf. I grabbed a random book and flipped to the table of contents to see if it was worth reading. I stopped at a page where there was an interesting topic where you could communicate with your past self. When I read the section in more detail back on my bed, it didn't seem too hard to do. All I needed was a surface that reflected my image. Thankfully there was a mirror inside the room because I couldn't use the barred window. I hoped the spell worked as I carefully read the spell and came up with a precise image. I was trying to look through the mirror to call my past self, anything that came up while pouring a constant amount of mana. When the mirror reflected nothing, I knew I failed the spell. I flopped onto my bed in frustration. I knew the content in Luke's books couldn't be easy as they were written! What did I expect? But since I had nothing else to do, I decided to keep trying until it worked. It was a repetition of trial and error as I began panting with my stomach trembling in pain as I moved. For my final attempt I changed my thoughts. Instead of trying to see my past self, I tried thinking of making a video call to the past. Sweat drenched my clothes as I concentrated the rest of my reserves of trying to make this work. My eyes widened as I finally saw something other than my appearance reflect through the mirror. A young version of myself with a curious stare looked back at me. She had red gradient hair swaying along a little past her chest with those signature orange speckled eyes. Her cheeks were a bit chubby from baby fat and she resembled a toddler with her short limbs. Maybe at this point of time, I didn't even enter elementary school yet. This was the right time to make my past self influence Luke so that he would grow up to be different than the person he was today. This was the earliest years of my reincarnation where I barely knew anything about the world. I had to let my past self know all the information I missed out of which placed me in this situation in the first place. It was unfortunate how I appeared like I was already transferred to the first district from the infirmary in the background. But, I could still prevent the engagement going onto the stage it was now. I wondered if my past self would be smart enough to notice I was a future version of herself with my new hair colour. But I knew she would try to help anyone who seemed like they were in trouble. I pretended that I was in a bit of trouble as I made my eyes swell up in tears, "I don't have that much time, but promise me you'll help me prevent an awful future." I almost panicked when I heard the sound of the door knob turning. Why did Luke have to come at such bad timing? I couldn't let him know that I was using a great deal of my mana to communicate with myself for fun. "This isn't what it seems like," I stood in front of the mirror to hide my younger self.
