Reborn (Open PO)
Weird Man
Strange smells catch Emely's smell. His body is still lying on the bed. He believes what he breathes is not the smell of hospital medicine. The strong, pungent aroma was more like the smell of rotting carcasses. His eyes blinked slowly, there was no longer a blue painted ceiling with a sweep of white paint resembling clouds. Now his eyes must be squinted, the light of a gloomy incandescent lamp bothered him.
Above the girl's head hung a black ceiling, the light of the lamp could not reach all the room.she was as white as the lamp almost went out, the spider web wrapped around.
Where am I now? he was already quite stammered when he first opened his eyes and realized he was still alive and now he was in a room like this.
The tone of the sound of the pounding shoes made Emely realize he was in a room with a wooden floor. quickly he closed his eyelids again.whoun who had brought him was clearly a good person, not a good person, the gloom of this room is clear evidence that he is not safe.
The sound of footsteps became clearer, right next to Emely.
“Why pretend?” the cold voice echoed in the room.
Emely recalled clearly the typical voice of the bespectacled man.I don't know what else he would do now. The girl opened her eyes again, glancing towards the strange man. The gloom of this room did not make him release the black object perched on his nose. He was carrying a jar filled with a thick green liquid. The stench in this room came from that glass thing.
“You can talk,” said the man again, “wounds ripped on your lips have recovered. Just say it, but I think I know what you're going to say.”
Emely moved her head with great difficulty. When he first opened his eyes, the man knew what he was thinking so he had better save some energy.
“You're not afraid of dark rooms, are you? Sorry but the room you used 1 month ago is being renovated. And again my grandmother absolutely does not want to use another room to treat you.”
“Men ... go ... bati ... by?” ask Emely.
“Yes, you think you'll survive if you don't treat it? strange woman!”
“You are weird!” emely said in her heart. He would not speak frankly to the man who had saved his life.
Emely's chest was hot, this man spoke whatever was in his head without filtering first. He was talking to a dying woman.
“How many months have I been here?” ask Emely after the suggestion was finally followed.
“Then, if you know you want to leave here? Where's your gratitude?”
Emely could only sigh bitterly, in his heart he prayed misfortune befall the man in black shirt. Of course he would return the favor, whatever he would do.
“I'm willing to do anything to return the favor. But can you tell me your name is?”
“It doesn't matter. Your body is progressing. You're a little better. You can sit now.”
Emely tried to move, all this time she was a sleeping princess, but her body was stiff, pain splashed on her elbow when she moved her hand intending to rest on the elbow.
“Please, help me!” pinta Emely's.
“Do it yourself! I'm not your maid!”
Emely can accept that, maybe his presence during this is just a burden for the man.
The man came out, Emely kept trying to get up, repeatedly failing. But he refused to give up. Try-and try again. He has to fight to get back to how he was and find Marvin. He must wake up!
