Zosia: Quick Transmigration System-Chapter 37 - 35- Arc 2

Zosia felt a presence looming over her as well as countless eyes that seemed to be boring holes into her body.

At first the feeling was faint but slowly became stronger. Her senses also became sharper.

She could hear the muffled giggles as well as some faint murmurings.

Opening her eyes to take in her surrounding, the first person she met was a beautiful woman full of fury written on her face.

Looking at her surroundings, she could tell she was in a classroom.

Still feeling disoriented, she couldn't really hear the words of the teacher.

"Miss Mirabel , are you deaf? I said you should solve whats on the board." The woman angrily said.

Finally getting her bearings, she raised her head and looked at the board. Slowly standing up, she bowed her head.

As for what was on the board, forget about solving it, right now, her body wasn't in the best situation.

The woman felt irked as she looked at Mirabel who stood up sluggishly. "Get out!" She scolded at Mirabel, her eyes holding apparent disgust.

"Thank you ma." She muttered and slowly shuffled out of the class but not without receiving a marker being stoned at her by the teacher who was angry.

"You-"

'That brat even had the guts to thank me.' she muttered, the disgust in her eyes almost materializing.

Upon reaching the door of the classroom, Zosia collapsed, throwing the classroom into a pandemonium.

"What happened?!" The teacher who was still confused about the situation, stuttered.

She was quickly rushed to the school clinic but the clinic was unable to figure anything wrong with her and she was sent to the Hospital.

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At the Hospital....

The teacher who had followed the Ambulance to the hospital stood outside as the nurses sent Mirabel into the ICU.

Confused at what had just happened, her body stiffly leaned against the wall.

Thinking about how the incident had happened. First she had caught Mirabel sleeping and not paying attention, even after calling the child's name many times, she was still sleeping and this irked her. Then when the young lady finally woke up, and unable to answer her question, she sent her out of the class, then she fainted.

Thinking about it now, for the child to stand up so sluggishly, even when walking, she should have known that something was wrong with the child, but she was buried in her own disgust, due to the child's background.

Still lost in thought, she was brought back to reality by the attending doctor.

"Are you the child's guardian?"

"No... I am her teacher?"

"Is there anything wrong with her? Is... She alright?" She asked with fear lacing her tone.

Looking at the doctor whose lips were pursed with weary eyes, her eyes shook.

"Her prognosis is not looking good."

"What the hell does that even mean?!" She shouted, pointing at the door, she said to the doctor. "I just want to know, is she okay?"

"It's best you call her guardian. Incase we need to do a surgery, there would be someone to sign the document and if that still doesn't work..." The doctor paused in his words before continuing, " As for the girl, everything depends on her will, whether she survives."

The maths teacher feeling frustrated pulled at her hair. She could only watch as the doctor walked further and further away.

"Sigh! That girl is actually pitiful." Evelyn heard a nurse whisper to her colleague.

"Yes, her insides are completely ravaged by poison."

"Indeed, her case is very strange. Even I, I am surprised she is still alive."

"I hope her will allows her to get through this." The third nurse said.

Listening to the words of the nurse, she was shocked. 'Poison?'

'Where is the poison from?'

Closing her eyes, she tried to relax her taut nerves.

"Miss. Evelyn where is Mirabel?" Opening her eyes, she was met with eyes of the Dean and some of her students that stood behind the Dean.

"She is inside. They have sent her out of the ICU ward." She said pointing at the ward close to the end of the corridor.

"Nobody is allowed inside." She said, causing them to halt in their steps.

"Why?" The Dean with clean shaven beard asked. His eyes holding worry and concern.

"She is fighting for her life. So going in now might not help. Please call any of her guardians."

"Miss what do you mean fighting for her life?" A student with Brown hair asked. Her short brown hair was tied in a short pony tail.

"It's literary what I mean."

"Do you know her family?" She asked the girl who seemed to be the most worried among them.

"Her parents line is not going. Even her elder brother's line isn't going." The Dean said after trying to call her family.

Feeling frustrated he shoved his phone into his pocket.

"Do you know any of her family member. Any body that can act as her guardian?" Evelyn asked the girl again.

Others also turned to stare at the girl. Feeling the pressure from their eyes the girl relented.

"She doesn't really have anyone to care for her. But their butler could at least stand in."

Others may not understand the implication of the girls words but she did.

Clicking her tongue, she thought inwardly. 'The inner battles of a wealthy family. Maybe that's why she was poisoned.'

"Do you have the butler's number?" The Dean asked the girl again.

"I do." Another girl with blonde hair said making them turn their eyes towards her.

The Dean didn't care about how she had it and immediately dialed it.

After the second ring, the call was picked.

Evelyn did not know what the Dean and the butler spoke but she could feel that the dean was in a bad mood.

After seeing him end the call, she asked.

"What happened?"

"He said, he is not in town. He had gone on a business trip with Mr. Quinn. Right now the only person in town is her younger sister and her elder brother."

The Dean was still explaining when his phone rang.

Putting the phone on speaker this time, others could hear what the person on the other end was saying.

"The butler said something is wrong with my sister?"

"Yes, we have been trying to reach you—"

"Mhmm.... I don't usually answer unknown numbers, so my phone usually filters those out."

"Well, according to the doctor, they need her guardian to sign a consent form and your sister is fighting with her life, she may not survive according to the doctor."

"Hmmm..... Let them send the form to my email, will sign it and if she dies or lives, call the line I would send to you.

It was nice speaking to you but I'm busy." His cold voice sounded, chilling the hearts of everyone with his words and actions.

The Dean looked at his phone with a stupefied look in his face.

Evelyn frowned as well. She didn't expect this kind of nonchalance. Even fake families, would still not want to wash their family's dirty linen in public.

They decided to walk towards Mirabelle's ward. Arriving at the ward, it didn't take up to a minute and they heard a boarding sound.

Their faces paled as they realized what that meant.

"I should take the children back to school." Evelyn said with difficulty as she realized that the children may be loosing a classmate soon.

The Dean waved his hand unable to refute otherwise as that was the best thing they could do now.

The mature ones already had an inkling to what was about to happen or what had happened.

The blonde girl lowered her head, her eyes wet with tears.

She stared at the girl surrounded by people in white coat and machines connected to her body as they tried to revive her.

She walked slowly, her eyes still fixed at the sight as she stared at the girl through the small transparent glass on the door.

Feeling a surge of emotion, the blonde girl's tears flowed freely down her cheeks. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Mirabel, her heart heavy with worry and fear. Mirabel may be unable to remember what she did for her, but she could and it was etched in her memory, never to be forgotten.

As the medical team worked tirelessly to stabilize Mirabel's condition, the atmosphere outside the ICU was tense.

The blonde haired girl was unwilling to go and asked to stay back, which after some consideration, they allowed her to stay back.

Evelyn decided to send the rest of the students back to school. In the car, there was solemn silence, each lost in their own thoughts and prayers for Mirabel's recovery.

The Dean who was left alongside the girl at the hospital sat on the chair opposite the ward.

The Dean decided to start a conversation.

"Are you her best friend?"

"No."

"Ok." He was about to continue with the small talk when a doctor emerged from the ICU.

He immediately stood up, his face reflecting a mix of hope and apprehension.

"How is she? Is she going to be okay?" the Dean asked, his voice trembling slightly.

The doctor sighed heavily before speaking, "Mirabel's condition is critical. She's stable for now, but we're doing everything we can to help her fight through this."

Relief washed over him at the doctor's words, but he knew that Mirabel still had a long road ahead of her.

"Can i see her?" The blonde haired girl asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor nodded, "Yes, but only one person at a time and please try to keep your visit brief. She needs as much rest as possible."

With that, the blonde haired girl entered. Sitting beside her,she tentatively stretched out her hand to hold the hand on the bed.

"I am Celine. Not sure if you would remember me anymore....." She kept on talking till her time was up.

"I will come and see you again." She said before leaving the ward.

As the hours passed, the reality of the situation began to sink in. Mirabel's life hung in the balance, and there was nothing they could do but wait and hope for the best.

Outside the hospital, the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the quiet streets. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Meanwhile, back at the school, rumors began to spread about Mirabel's sudden illness. Students whispered in hushed tones, speculating about what could have happened to their classmate.

But amidst the gossip and speculation, there was also an outpouring of support and concern for Mirabel.

Once it struck Midnight on the clock, Zosia Opened her eyes.