Emotion Taster
Arc 3 Sweet Stinging Acidic Ants Format: Chapter 17 - Interracial
After Geza the little boy left, I got out of the hospital. The clock showed at eleven o'clock in the evening, most of the staff had gone home and the reception service had stopped. But, the main lights in the hallway are still lit, this makes the spacious building have a little air of life even though the quiet atmosphere remains thick in every corner.
My path leads to the security guard post outside. There were still officers on guard, but it seemed like they were doing a shift change. When I arrived, there were more people gathered in one place. The father I met, and the officers from whom I met in the previous hospital to the new-faced one.
The father who talked to me and allowed to stay overnight seemed to want to go home, seen from his appearance who wore a jacket and carried his personal bag. Before leaving, the man had few meetings and brief conversations around the job report.
I waited in the outer seat, not wanting to disturb their surroundings the hospital staff. It could be that a wave of negative emotions appeared when I as a stranger just came in their midst.
When they finished, the previous security guard came to me.
“Woi, you,” call him. “If you want to sleep, just tell them. Later will be given a pillow with a cloth for a blanket. But, just remember to leave tomorrow morning.”
“...”
I might look back at the father when I talk. But, to say back, I don't feel like I have the energy for that. My response then simply followed his gaze and gradually turned to look down the plunge with daydreams.
My mind still feels empty, the sensation of hovering like running out of a math test has struck. The whole conversation with Geza was still circling and ringing in my head.
“Hah ...,” breath the father loudly complained. “You've spoken to a patient there?”
The father is a security guard, of course all the actions I have done have been with his permission.
The location of the isolation room I asked from him, at night time also the staff was not working and tended not to interfere with the medical service. So, when I said I wanted to talk to the patient, the man allowed him on various terms not to mess up.
Usually patients have their respective waiters such as family and friends, so the arrival of strangers will be denied by them. But, not with the patient, he was completely alone in his isolation room. Sometimes his attitude is also out of control due to endless pain, the demand to be given a dead injection is also well known to all hospital workers. In fact, he also refused to be given medication by nurses, which made it harder for people to respond.
“Iya .. I haven't spoken to him yet, sir. But ..., hmn ... I understand his condition, just look at it already makes me sick.”
It was after Geza left and before I went to the security guard to see his condition. Suffering from the pain I could even see while he was sleeping.
His face was filled with a pale color, his lips were chapped, his skin was wrinkled like dry soil, and even his bones and blood vessels had arisen due to the lack of a layer of flesh on his body.
Every second he breathes, his attempts to scratch the itchy body are visible. But, at the same time his hands were too limp for it. In every second he breathed, sounding hoarse where he wanted to cough. But, at the same time his chest muscles were too weak to jerk the air. In the end, he was just chuckling limp, unable to resist even to defend himself from those various stimuli.
“Heheh, you just saw when he slept. Huft ... hah .. actually that person can be even worse wake time.”
Ah .. yes, I understand. The circumstances in which I as a new-looking and inexperienced stranger made my opinion sound weaker. Compared to the original people from the staff who have been in this world for a long time, my words may only be given a fleeting opinion.
“But why do you want to meet that person? Not that people are usually afraid of the same severe disease?” continue asking the father.
When I asked to be shown in the isolation room, of course the father had banned. He did not see the good side of visiting in the middle of the night a patient in the isolation room whose reason nurses also had to be specially equipped. But, I had a wish, seeing a suicidal person with my own eyes.
Armed with only a little safety, I headed to the place. Maybe my chance to talk to him might add some excitement, even if nothing big happens in the end.
He also wanted to take me to that place at first. But, again, I refused to tell him.
In addition to me betting on the arrival of Geza where it is a specific matter for me, the father is also lazy. A distended stomach might be one of the inhibiting factors, with its size now, she could not see the tip of the shoe while standing upright.
“Don't I tell you, sir? I just want to know and maybe I can help.”
This conversation I have actually spoken about. But, it looks like the father repeated again because he was a little dissatisfied. Naturally, a normal person would not have acted this far for a stranger he had never even met before. Moreover, it was a risky act, visiting an isolation place when there was no staff, alone, and without safety equipment.
“Hmn ... there is actually no prohibition for visits. Moreover, the person may be happy to the arrival of guests whether it is from an unclear party. But, you also have to take care of your body now,” he said slightly scratching his head because of nervousness. “Iya already, father go home first.”
The man again confirmed the position of the carrying bag he was carrying. While picking up the keys in his jacket, he started walking towards the parking area.
“Pak, wait ...”
But, I called out to him, holding him back to go further.
“What else?”
“Hmn ... father now home alone on motor?”
“Iya.”
“...”
“...”
I may be a troublesome guest. Suddenly asked for a night stay, asked to enter a forbidden place such as an isolation room, and now still bidding for one service from the father. Shame may be felt a little, but for something so big that it makes me retreat, I don't feel it.
The waves of emotions made me know what someone felt when dealing with me. When he really hated her, that was when I backed out. So, shame is more like a decorator alone, not really stopping me from doing anything.
“Can I skip?”
I said to him who wants to get out of the hospital quickly.
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