Emotion Taster

Arc 3 Sweet Stinged Acid Ant Format: Chapter 14 - Application?

At night, word from Amalia and Peter finally came. They say Imarine's house has been found, but the girl's status remains unknown. The position of the two houses was indeed close together, only three blocks in one row.

When Amalia and Pero came to Amalia's house, the place was deserted with no inhabitants. After several searches, there are people who say that the house is the result of a contract and is no longer inhabited by Imarine. In the end, their investigation of Imarine failed, but there is still plenty of time to be utilized.

They began to change their destination, turning from the house of Imarine towards the house of Azarin.

The place was already quite crowded, but not as many schools that had hundreds of students. There was a line of police blocking, and many curious publics disrupted the motion of the apparatus. However, Amalia has the power to be ignored by others. He wears it, breaks through the guard, and conducts his own investigation into the house.

The content of their report was about the reason for Azarin's suicide. From stress to pressure from the environment. I may have done the wrong thing, although at that time I could have made his heart calm and even at the stage where it could be sucked up, the scrutiny against him still had to continue.

Depression, one after another piled up problems were not finished, and at the end of the day one point he was at his limit. His feelings could be calm, but in the end the problems he was facing were not completely resolved.

I began to feel pressure, especially when Pero began to explain how Azarin committed suicide according to the evidence at the place. So, all these reports I hold until later, our conversation is closed.

The curfew is too far away. There was a chance to return Pero wanted to follow, but I refused. Their existence is not very useful, more towards complicating the situation and giving empty hope. Traveling about two hours to the hospital at night will only be draining and make them unable to be alert when they get here.

*Step, step, step ....

Now I walk into a special room, at the end of the hospital where a terminally ill patient is isolated in a special room.

When the room is called isolation, actually the place is not really isolated like a dangerous disease such as a biohazard sign. Hospitals here handle such patients by providing special and closed mattresses. But, for the room itself is not really locked, they use a regular door that reads ‘forbidden to enter’. As night time progressed, not many staffs wandered around. So, I could have entered secretly.

*Whoush ....

Emotional waves.

One by one ... from different room sides alternately.

I who walk in the hallway feel different kinds, from good to negative. My ability to detect emotional waves does not fully penetrate the boundaries of the room. I also still don't understand why they can be blocked by solid objects. However, certainly the detection of these emotions can still feel biased even though it is blocked by the wall.

Nocturnal does not mean two o'clock at night. From the point of sunset until re-rising, it is most of their active time. Pero may say that at that time he felt the vibration of the wave of damage to the barrier where in the region at midnight. But, I at different times felt a jolt of emotional waves around ten o'clock.

*Whoush, whoosh ....

I finally arrived at the part of the building where the isolation room was located. There is a growing wave of emotions, depression and fear, despair and a sense of wanting to give up. All of these come together and are like making a complex unit. My nose is inching, not because of the spicy taste, but in a direction too rich with stimulation.

Of course my existence here is not for self-mortification, from the beginning the hospital was the place I least wanted to go to. But, the occupants of the room are a little special compared to other patients.

My power is only about emotional waves, but it can be developed in many different ways. The color I feel on my skin and tongue for each emotion is different, when I know the cause of each wave of emotion, I will also know a little background.

Pain factor, loneliness factor, regret factor, fear factor, sadness factor, and all depression factor suicidal desire. I could feel it, at the end of the isolation room, clearly felt the background of the emotional wave.

I heard it all from the security guard before, there was a patient he had abandoned his family, there was no one accompanying him in the hospital. The severe pain is already at an extraordinary stage, the AIDS he suffered has brought TB to the need for special isolation in the room. No friends, no lovers, even nurses were very careful when approaching to provide medical services. All because of the stigma and fear of illness suffered, the fear of contracting to see the patient is already dying.

Then, the news spread, when the sufferer wanted to be injected just die .. the desire to immediately end the life that he thought was no use anymore.

*push

I pushed the door saying ‘forbidden to enter’. The squealing sound is quite typical to squeal ears in the quiet condition of the room, a wave of strong emotions I felt until I forgot how the aroma of medicine in the room.

“... Your request, I'll grant.”

“...”

The sentence was heard again, the same tone of voice I had heard before.

This time I was not in the vast forest area of complete darkness, this time I was in the narrow, lighted room. The source of the sound could be clearly seen in front of my eyes. There were two people there, one lying limp on the bed, the other one facing him and having said the sentence just now.

Casual clothes with jeans, clean smooth face, neat short hair not much beyond the ears, and fresh big eyes that are very opposite to the glare. He has all the features of a healthy body.

“Huh?”

“...”

I who have opened also attracted the attention of people there, especially the person who is facing the sick person there. Although I said it was a person, rather he was a child. With a height of no more than 150 inches, he looked at me who was standing right at the entrance.

“You .. you are the one who was,” the boy told me.

“...”

I was still silent, did not answer him directly and stayed there.

However, I still understand what that means. The time he was referring to was this morning, he was the little boy I met eating porridge. He and I remember each other's faces.

“Huft .. hah ...”

The boy took a long breath. Unlike the usual breath I do, he is more like closing his eyes and taking a strong breath to smell around.

“What are you doing here?” he said with a little length. “Iya ... That was what I wanted to ask. But, it seems like your existence is no coincidence.”

“Heh, for him you didn't so ask that. I don't want to hear that question from the little boy who entered the isolation room night-night,” I answered for the first time after observing the situation for quite a long time.

If any hospital staff came or stood guard here, the whereabouts of the little boy is much more suspicious than mine. As a larger person, I may claim to be a friend or relative of the patient to visit. As for young children, he still needs a guardian when traveling, but that is not the case because usually small children are strictly prohibited from wandering in the hospital because they are susceptible to contracting.

“You should also be aware, I am not an ordinary human being,” he said while slightly stretching his small body.

“In my eyes you're just like a little kid with a shitty speech accent,” my reply trying a little sarcasm blinded the big guns he was holding. “For the rest of my life, only this time dealing with a child like this.”

“Because your vision that says I'm a child is a mistake. But .. hmn ... I didn't expect to get caught this fast.”

“We have met, and met on the second occasion is not too surprising.”

“Iya, I understand that. Our meeting at that time was a coincidence that turned out to even make a mine. Huft ... hah .. yes, no mistake ... You are the one who controls this place, ‘kan? I understand because indeed I feel a foreign thing from magic in your body.”

Hmn ... It seems like he mistakenly thought that I was Pero or Amalia. But, that's fine, I'm also indirectly on their side.

“You could say that,” I replied in a high tone a little joking.

“Oke, okay. But, before you throw me out, before you speak and judge .. I want you to think a little and try to understand what I am doing now.”

I've been thinking, with so many possibilities, I don't think what's in my brain is wrong. The fact that he was discovered now proves the truth of my hypothesis.

“Ho .. so, my guess about you wanting to kill that patient is actually wrong?” I asked him like he was playing with words.

“Murder ...? Heheh, so, yes ...”

“...”

The child cleared his throat, he closed his eyes and began to store the large spear he was holding before.

*blink

Saving also seems not the right word. I saw with my own eyes that the huge spear with the mechanism of the claw disappeared into light.

After eliminating the weapon, he started walking small towards the corner of the room. His movements were so relaxed, his emotional waves were nothing strange, so I myself did not cause a swift response to protect myself.

“Come ... Maybe you want to hear from me.”

“...”

I followed him, walking deeper into the isolation room. Maybe there are a lot of medical devices that interfere, a little strange when making it a relaxing place to talk. But, I don't mind that, instead the wave of unpleasant-smelling emotions from the patient was more terrifying. It feels a little guilty, because the physical appearance of people affected by AIDS is also sad.

“So, now what?” ask me about that kid.

“Ahaha,” laughs while smiling lightly. “Thank you for giving me the chance. If you want to hear, maybe you will realize that what I do is the right action.”

“...”