Emotion Taster

Arc 3 Sweet Stinged Acid Ant Format: Chapter 31 - Resurrection . 1

I don't hate Geza.

Although I had only met him for a while, but the wave of emotions that felt so long and long seemed to make me know him much longer. All her pain, all her grudges, all her anger, all her sadness .. flowed clear in my body and my veins.

Maybe the feeling was just one-sided, in the eyes of the lobster witch I was still just a stranger. My words did not reach his heart, what was spoken was not able to change his mind. All just passed to the ears, and received it as a form of humiliation. He was in a difficult position where he thought no one could understand his feelings, think like that and continue to be the whole world as his enemy.

I understand why he was in such a state, what he passed by was too cruel for a child. His memory was young, stacked for so long as to become an inner neuron, to become the main center of all memories that are difficult to erase.

My current existence was too slow, the pain was already nailing deep in his memory. Although I do not agree with the whole ideology and the murder, but in full I do not really hate Geza because of his decision.

The only thing I regret is my very slow existence to be able to help him. Then, if there is still one hope, I want him to try to think more deeply, to give the world he already thinks is sick a chance to show the light of peace.

Even though I was almost killed by him .. Even though I was given a lot of pain, there was still not the slightest bit of pure desire to kill him.

*Dug, dug ....

My blood flow started to stabilize, my heart rate was enough to pump blood to the brain and send oxygen there. As a result, the nerve work in the head began to work, little by little I regained consciousness.

Huft .. hah ....

Weak breath, at least that's what I'm getting right now. The movement of the air in my body was so slow, but for unknown reasons, I couldn't make it even tighter. It's like there's a barrier pressing on my body to breathe harder.

Tiit ....

My hearing followed, the awareness also made me aware with the sound shakes. From a direction not far away, I heard a continuous machine sound like the sound of a stabilizer machine.

At a sustained moment, I also began to be able to feel the nerves in my face. When it comes to the face, it's time to move the eyelids.

So heavy, but not impossible. The thing that was holding me back was the sensation that was so foreign, it just opened my eyes, but somehow it felt like glare .. and sticky, like hard mucus holding the foreskin open.

"..."

My eyes are open now. Although only with light illumination from the hospital room, the light is enough to make me squint because it is unusual.

The first thing I did was to analyze the situation.

When the vision in my eyes began to clear, the first thing I saw was one room complete with medical equipment. The mattress is very typical, the presence of curtains on the side, hoses and bandages are united, heart rate detection machine.

My hand wrapped around the bandage was so thick it made me unable to move it, and it was on both hands. Both were wounded, but both had different wounds. On my right side more to the broken bones, they were wrapped around together with hard casts keeping their shape. The left side is more towards the sewing wound and skin graft, the fractures I experienced in the left hand are not up to the stage they put a cast.

Looking at the leg, it turned out that the limb had not suffered any severe injuries. From as I recall, there were indeed no serious injuries where my leg received a direct hit. So, at that time the legs were weak due to disposition or something like a sprain.

Hm?

I'm quite happy .. or maybe it could be called relief. These items are not ordinary items, they are the usual equipment brought by Brother Dina. The cloth is his special jacket and scarf, a bag with bright colors of red and blue as well, coupled with the bread he used to buy when not cooking. Traces of his life I can even know from his relics.

"Yet you woke up too ... Kaivan."

The voice appeared behind the curtains covered in my bed. Not from sister Dina, nor one of my relatives. The sound waves are very familiar to me because we have been talking to each other lately.

"Pe-Pero—" said I failed to reply because the throat is dry and not used to talking.

I forgot that I was healing. Infusion was attached to the body, and somehow I also felt itching in some places like tingling did not move for so long. Understanding that, at least I know that this body has been quiet for quite some time.

"Ehkhm, ekmn .. huft .. hah ..," inhale once again stretching the breathing muscle. "Pero, how long have I been sleeping?" then he asked the main question to her.

Peter began to appear facing himself from behind the curtain to the front of the mattress. Of course her form now exists in humans, in her casual attire, she folds her hands in front of her chest talking to me.

"Total .. two nights, two days. If you count one this morning, it means you're on day three. After the operation and before being moved to this room, you also had time to realize. But, looking at your response just now it seems like you don't remember very well."

"Hmn .. so, yes," I replied, beginning to understand.

When I heard those clues, little by little my memories also began to appear. I have been aware before. Although still in an anesthetic state, but I still remember faintly that some medics asked me about my condition before finally being transferred to this hospital room with sister Dina.

But, hmn ... whatever, I don't need that detail right now, at least I know how long it's been gone.

A myriad of questions I want to ask now, curiosity enslaves when I wake up without seeming to have been asleep for a very long time. But ....

"Pero," called me a little lower in position and said, "Can I have a drink?"

My dry mouth and throat are really annoying. In this condition, talking and breathing too much is enough to scratch the inner wall to create a stinging sensation.

"I can't give it to you, only the medics allow it. Even though you are aware, it is possible that your internal organs are still asleep due to anesthesia after surgery," answered Pero explained.

I was silent to see the look down for a moment. Indeed, if felt, I like losing some feeling from living some organs. It's like I'm in a dreamland where I can't feel outside stimuli so clearly. But, if I think and focus a little, the stimulation is actually still there. My condition is weak from the inside and outside.

"OK, just explain what you can explain. Why did you show up here, something happened to me, and what happened after that to this day?" ask me in succession.

"Ah .. You are indeed a person who does not hold something back, asking at once in full."

"Don't make me say more."

Because I'm not messing around with my dry throat like I want to drink. Honestly speaking, my dry mouth and thick mucus were so annoying.