My Blinds On The Eagle

Your face will never forget

The noise of the wheels clashing against the floor was accompanied by the sound of worry and agonizing groans, creating a commotion along the hall and IGD room that morning.

"Miss Neel.

A woman wearing a light blue uniform rushed to call someone as per the instructions she heard. He spoke briefly but densely of meaning, making the sound there sound desperate but assenting immediately

"dr.Soraya came straight here .. lucky he was just going down to the basement" he said later.

" Okay... We close our night shift rations with two broken bones, one unconscious and one minor injury. You're still ready to do mr. Salman...you are also miss Neel", exclaimed a young man in the same uniform with the breast name Jhonatan.

While groans and screams of pain and dirty swearing were thrown from two blond and gondrong men who looked like a rogue. When the female nurse called miss Neel was about to put on an infusion...

"Bitch. Let's not bother .".", the man of greater stature jolted loudly.

" This is my part Neel. The other idiot .. let Scot alone crack his mouth". Jhonatan immediately took over.

The woman smiled, gave a light pat on the shoulder of her best friend's thank-you note, then rushed over to a patient who seemed most calm.

"Neel. " The wound on his left arm is quite deep and long, which at the temple is only a small tear..... Can you handle it yourself?".

" Yes", he replied firmly. "dr.Soraya needs your skills more ... there, hurry!".

Sarah linked her two thumbs up sign in agreement. The bloondie woman with all her height rushed to leave her friend who was still busy wearing a mask and handscoon.

Indonesian.. ah somehow the woman's chest feels a little tight because of the outpouring of spirit to hear the name of her country called. There was a strange rumble as he looked at the figure sitting on the bed behind him. Asian, but caucasian. It may be about 183 cm tall, man with black hair.

As he stepped closer, the man turned his head and spoke eloquently with a thick Australian accent.

" How is my friend?.....is he okay?"

He almost dropped the instrument tub (the stainless steel box where the medical equipment was placed) when the man showed his face. For a moment he was stunned, stopped his steps and stood stiffly staring at the figure of the man . A face with a jawline that is so firm, a perfectly towering nose, as well as a pair of bushy eyebrows that frame the figure. He will never forget that face.

"Sorry miss ... Why are you?", the man looked at her confusedly

Without saying anything, the woman began to cut the left arm of the man's shirt. Clean the wound extending from the base of the armpit to almost the fold of the elbow. Silent. Why ???? hiss the woman in silence.

" I'm sorry sir. I'll give you a local anesthetic before sewing this wound. And it hurts more .... "

" Yes." the man cut his words quickly.

" You lie down, sir", he said later.

Without making a sound, the man then lay down and watched every activity of the woman. As he pulled the chair closer, scraping the clear liquid from the glass tube, began to arrange the circular needle almost intact along with shiny fine threads. As the woman sat down and approached her, their gazes momentarily clashed.

" You ready sir?.... I'll start the anesthetic injection"

" Yes begin.", the man took a deep breath.

Four injections of anesthesia on both sides of the tear to the length of the wound the man was finally done. Soon the nurse began to push both sides of the wound. That was when the two gazes clashed again.

" Have begun to feel thickened?... or you can still feel the touch ?

" Em... seems to have started his anesthetic work. You can start sewing her miss".

The breaths of the two were blowing regularly as if talking to each other boisterously. Contrary to what is seen. The two remained silent and silent. Even until the wound was neatly sewn and bandaged perfectly.

Then there was a spark of taste that made the woman like being stung by the flow of electricity thousands of volts. When he found the man did not take his eyes off his face. It was as if the light green mask was transparent. Until the woman subconsciously touched a glimpse of the mask she was wearing, making sure it was there and doing its job well

"Nilam.", the man's voice was clearly heard. "Priest....".

And the man's hand extended to his face. Opening the green mask slowly, without him being able to prevent it. I don't know why he was petrified. Or maybe because he missed her too much.

" Nilam.", and again the name was called. " I found you .... "