Find Me in 1000 Years

Struggling

"Eh, just stop here" the bule man told Ken.

The Japanese man pulled over. "Where are you going?"

"I don't know. Uh, already. Let me here" said the man in a hoarse voice. It indicates that his body is getting weaker.

As a medical student, he would not have the heart to see the people he helped have not saved but he had left on the side of the road. It was also against his conscience that could not bear to see the young man fighting alone, whereas he himself was a prospective doctor.

He checked the left right and saw a motel not far from it. Ken then stood up. He took off his black jacket. "You wear this jacket. We'll just go to that motel."

Hearing that, the bule man complied. Although he bowed slightly due to his injured stomach, he could wear the Japanese man's jacket without help. Ken then took the man there.

By buttoning Ken's jacket and wearing black jeans, no one knew the man was hurt. Plus the blood on his hands he lost by pocketing his hands in his jacket pocket.

Ken also booked a room there. After escaping, he took the man to the room he had rented.

"Why is your friend?" asked the innkeeper when he saw that the bule man was on his way.

"Oh, he's sick. The house is far away so it's forced to stay here." Ken's lying.

"Oh, so. Not far from here, just a few blocks away, there is a pharmacy that is open 24 hours. You can go there and buy your friend's medicine."

"Oh, thank you, sir. I'll try to get there."

The Japanese man took the man to his room and sat him in a chair. He sat in the chair in front of him and unbuttoned the jacket he was wearing. "Don't be afraid, I'm a medical student. I hope I can help you."

Hearing Ken's words, the young man looked relieved. "Can I trust you?"

Ken saw a wound in the man's stomach that was still draining blood. He then opened the man's shirt and wrapped it around the man's own waist. He pressed it against the scarred part of the shot.

"G ...." The bule man slightly bowed in pain.

"Sorry but press the section here. This is to reduce the blood that flows." Ken then stood up. "I'm gone for a while, but trust me, I'll be back. So relax your body so you don't get tense."

The bule man stared at Ken's back who stepped out of the room. Mmh, I want to see if I can trust him. If I could, I would use it.

Twenty minutes later, the Japanese returned. He carried some plastic bags in his hand. He then began to examine the man's wounds more thoroughly.

Apparently the gunshot wound went all the way to the back which means the bullet was out. Just how to outsmart the scar hole was a bit did not continue to bleed because the face of the bule man already looked pale.

He could have used his divine abilities to save the man, but that meant he was uncovering secrets of himself disguised as a human. Therefore, he intended to sew the scar in order to stop the blood that was still coming out of the wound.

"I'm sorry, I seem to have to stitch your wounds, but I don't have the dope to relieve the pain of being stitched."

"Just do it, I'll try to hold it. The worst happened, the most I fainted."

Ken saw the young man had resigned. He was too young to experience things like this. Maybe he was the same age or younger who somehow, had bad luck getting shot in the afternoon before that night.

The Japanese man sewed the scar on the front of the bule man's body carefully. The bule man groaned in pain until he grabbed Ken's arm, but the Japanese man let him know the extent of his pain.

After groaning 2 times because of sewing in two different places, front and back, the bule had leaned his head on Ken's shoulder because of weakness. His sweat poured out from above his head while slightly panting.

The medical student let him rest for a while, then after that cleaned the wound, gave the medicine and put a bandage around Diego's waist. He laid the man on the bed he had put on his jacket.

"Have you eaten?" ask the Japanese.

Bule was shaking weakly.

"I bought a burger. Do you want to eat, because you have to take medicine."

The man's appetite has not changed. He ate a burger with Ken. While sitting on the bed they were chatting.

"Why were you shot?"

The Bule glanced at Ken who was sitting beside him. "You won't believe me if I tell you, so there's no need for a story" he said briefly.

"Mmh, stray bullets huh? Why are you there?"

The bule man stopped eating.

"I'm sorry, maybe you had a bad day. All right, I'm not gonna ask you again."

The man glanced at Ken. He put his hand out. "I'm Diego. Thank you, you helped me, I won't forget that."

"I'm Ken." The Japanese man grabbed the man's hand. "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

After dinner, Ken gave the medicine to drink and then let the man lie down to sleep. The Japanese man also laid himself on the other single bed. It didn't take long, it was Ken who fell asleep first because he was already so exhausted. While the man ... he was lucky to find Ken.

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The morning sun had awakened Ken a little because his light hit the face that passed from between the curtains of the room. The first sight he saw was the body of the man lying on the next bed and the man was still asleep. It was even quite sounding because of the soft snoring sound from his mouth.

Ken began to think about what happened yesterday and was relieved that the man had been able to sleep well after what he had been through. It must have been hard and scary for a man as young as that, to have a brutal shooting that fortunately was just a bullet through his skin, but what if in large numbers? Ken can't imagine what he looks like, but surely the bule man won't survive.

Ken tried to sit on the bed. He himself was quite tired yesterday, after so many activities he had done. Fortunately, it was Saturday. He does not need to go to campus, but he still has to go to the hospital because there are still 3 more operations that he must see so that he can become an assistant professor of Doctor Barnes.

Ken remembered something. He moved down from the bed and approached his backpack on the table. When he opened it, the man woke up.

"Mmh, where are you going?" asked Diego who saw the Japanese man open his bag.

"Oh, are you awake? I just remembered I had a change of clothes in my bag. You wanna wear it? I think we're the size of." The Japanese man showed a long-sleeved shirt made of white flannel striped black and red.

The bule man tried to sit when Ken threw him in front of him.