Raised From The Wild-Chapter 63: Relieving The Pain

Frederick remembered that Marx returned two weeks after the plane disappeared. He looked like his usual self and did not even show a limp. He thought that he just suffered minor injuries.

Father and son looked at each other. The gear inside Frederick’s mind was turning. Perhaps there was something on that island that hastened Marx’s healing process. What could it be? 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Any injury in his brain?"

"There is none, Sir. His brain activities looked normal."

When the scan was completed, Marx joined them inside the monitoring room. He looked at the image of his body with the wounds reconstructed. It looked realistic with the blood dripping from the wound.

"The programmer who coded the algorithm for your modeler is a genius. I supposed that’s how my wound looked like after the crash."

His father and grandfather looked away from the monitor. They cannot take it anymore.

"Marx, how did your wound heal so fast? Based on the simulation, the analysis is you will be healed in six weeks using our most advanced wound healing ointment." The medical research director asked.

"Several herbs were concocted and applied as a salve on my wound. Don’t tell me those medicinal plants are far better than the best product of NexGen?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Marx’s voice which did not escape his father’s ears.

"Unfortunately, yes."

The medical director was contemplating how to phrase his next question when Frederick interrupted.

"Do you know the names of those medicinal plants?"

"Only a few of them. I suppose some of them are endemic to the island."

"What a pity! A volcanic eruption wiped out all living things on the island." Hendrix heaved a sigh.

"The young girl who saved you, she must know how to make them right?"

Marx looked at his father thoughtfully. Alarm bells were ringing in his ears.

"Even if she knows it, without the other medicinal plants, the efficacy of the concoction will be different."

A knock was heard at the door before a tall and slender woman with red hair peeped in. "Sir, the room is already prepared and the psychiatrist is waiting."

Marx threw an angry look at his two family members. "What do you want to do? Are you using me as your experiment rat?"

"Watch your words, Marx Skylar! How dare you. We are only after your welfare." Hendrix snapped at Marx. His grandpa must have been infuriated as he called him by his full name.

Marx kept his cool but he was fuming as he followed the two older men to the consultation room.

The room was all white and there was a chair at the center where a lot of wires were connected to a rectangular device and then to the monitor attached to the wall. The similar looked similar to a massage chair. A stool was placed beside the chair for the psychologist’s use.

There was a two-seater seat that was occupied by Hendrix and Frederick A round coffee table was between the two chairs and a pleasant-looking lady came in with refreshments.

"Hello, Marx. I am Doctor Jace Gray." A man in his late thirties introduced himself to Marx. He looked amiable with his gentle smile.

Marx just nodded at him. He sat at the chair on his own accord.

"Let us get this over with."

Jace placed a device that looked like a helmet on his head. He played some music that was directly piped into Marx’s auditory nerves. Marx entered a relaxation mode and fell into a deep sleep.

"Can you tell me what you remembered when the plane crashed?" Jace melodious words probed into Marx’s consciousness.

"The plane shook as it was caught in turbulence. The pilot tried to fly above it but he lost control of the plane and sent a distress signal. The plane descended too fast. I felt dizzy and disoriented. I grabbed the oxygen mask and put it on and the dizziness was gone."

Back at Skylar Tower, Karl was given permission to access the cameras inside the consultation room where Marx was. He was focused on his computer screen as he listened to Marx recounts his experiences in an induced state.

"After a grueling few seconds, the plane stabilized but before I could relax, I heard a loud crashing sound and I felt an unbearable pain and everything went black."

Marx’s brows furrowed and his fist clenched. A beeping sound filled the entire room.

"What’s happening?" Hendrix asked. His usual calm voice was gone and replaced with panic.

"His subconscious is remembering the pain and sending signals to his brain." Jace quickly explained.

"Marx, listen to me. Take a deep breath and relax. You are not in pain. It is just a memory."

Marx relaxed and the beeping sound stopped.

"When I woke up, I felt that a car has run over me and I was in so much pain. I can only open my eyes halfway. My forehead was bleeding and my head hurt a lot. A metal was pierced through my thigh and I had to pull it out to free myself. It was so painful I almost passed out." Marx’s breathing hitched and the beeping sound was heard again.

Karl cannot take it anymore. "Damn it! Stop that right now. You make him go through the pain again. What’s the point of you doing this Father, Grandpa." His voice roared through the camera’s microphone.

The three men were startled at first.

"Unfortunately, I cannot wake him up now or it will result in irreparable damage to his brain."

The psychiatrist muttered under his breath covering the mouthpiece he was wearing. Then he removed his hand from the mouthpiece.

"Marx, listen to me. You have to pull yourself and get passed your pain. It is not real. It is just in your mind."

The three men in the room heaved a sigh of relief when Marx relaxed again.

"When I looked around, I realized that the plane split in half and I was the only one in the part of the plane. I took the first aid and survival kits, along with the flashlight and a gun, and the power banks, and stuffed them in a black backpack. I looked for the other half of the plane by following the path of destruction."

"Eventually, I got lost and stumbled into a waterfall. I lost a lot of blood and I am losing my strength and consciousness but through the mist, I saw a hallucination."

Marx’s heart rate became erratic causing more beeping sounds that sounded more serious than the previous alarms.

"What’s happening? Get him out." Hendrix and Frederick shouted at the same time.