Repeating Time For The Perfect Revenge
Chapter 20's
“You must be kidding?”
I said while laughing blandly. I'm really not sure what I just heard.I guess the guy was making a silly joke.
“Do I look joking?”
The man looked seriously at me who I was replying to with a look of disbelief at all.
I straightened my eyes forward. I could see from afar the emblem of the famous hospital made on the top floor of the hospital. I realized that the man next to me was not joking.
“Are you crazy?!” I just don't believe it.
“Huh?”
Timothee looked puzzled by the reaction I had just shown her. His expression was as if he was questioning my reaction which felt strange to him.
“Why?” tanyakanya.
“That's the thing I should've done. See your hand now how?”
I stared at both of my hands that were scuffed and dirty from falling down earlier. I could understand the good intentions of taking me to the hospital, but still I thought it was too much.
“If after this your hands infection how? You want your hands cut off?”
Despite guessing the reason the man had taken me to the hospital, I was still shocked to hear it.
I stared at both of my arms while imagining the two of them would be amputated due to an infection. I knew that it sounded ridiculous and exaggerated, but I was still afraid that both of my hands would have to be cut off later.
“My mom also used to take me to the ER because my leg was punctured by a nail. He said if I don't get treated soon, it'll be an infection and they'll cut off my leg.”
Now I know what kind of experience he had until he panicked like this. Even more surprising was the fact that his mother told him that his legs would be cut off if he did not get immediate treatment.
‘Isn't that too much to be heard by a small child?’ my inner.
I looked at the man. He was silent after saying that shocking fact.
“Indeed when did your foot get hit by a nail?” manya curious.
“Three months ago,” answered lightly.
I came back with what I just heard. I've never heard of anyone who had his leg amputated after being stabbed by a nail.
“But still going to the hospital was too much for me,” I said grumbling.
The man ignored my protest. He continued to drive his car into the front of the ER room.
***
A look of disbelief and a hint of ridicule was thrown by some people towards me. I also know the reason I have been given such a look ever since. I also agree with the gazes of those who do not believe I entered the Emergency Unit (UGD) room of this hospital because of the blisters that are on both palms of my hands.
“I've contacted your father. It's on its way here.”
I went back to gawking at the man. I can't believe he contacted my father for a trivial matter like this.
“What did you contact him for?” I stared in disbelief at the man.
“He is your father. Already should he know about this.”
I breathed hearing his words. I admit his actions were not wrong, but still I think it was too much.
“Or you don't like me contacting your father?” ask her with a suspicious look.
“Not so. I just feel like this is all too much. Didn't you notice that we've been the center of attention in this place for entering the ER just because of blisters on the palms?”
Timothee turned around to look around. It was not only the patients and families of the patients in the room who were watching us, but also the nurses and doctors who were there. Not a few even gave a mocking look towards us.
“You see what?!” timothee.
A man I thought was a doctor came to Timothee.
“Please calm down, Sir. There are other patients in this room as well. Even their wounds are more serious.”
Timothee's expression hardened upon hearing what the man had just said. He didn't seem to accept what the person had just said to him, much less the person's view of us was as if disparaging.
“Do you guys not know who I am?” said the haughty Timothee.
That person continued walking regardless of Timothee who looked extremely angry.
“My uncle is the owner of this hospital and my father is the biggest investor in this hospital.”
The atmosphere turned tense as Timothee said so. I knew full well that he originally did not want to reveal his identity like this. But because the treatment he had just received hurt his pride, he took out his fangs.
I watched as the surrounding started to fuss. The health worker's face that previously seemed so haughty and disparaging to us suddenly tensed up, not the least of them looking paled. But the person who had just walked up to us still did not care much and still gave a look of disdain towards us.
“If you were a child of the Jordan family, no one would have recognized you in this place. Stop pretending!” he said while lifting his chin haughtily.
Timothee laughed blandly. He stared hard at the man. He advanced with a defiant look towards the man.
The phone he had in his pocket before he put it back out. He photographed health workers, be they doctors, nurses or others, who were in the current ER room.
“What did you just do? Photographing others without permission is a violation of the law!” the doctor said it did not accept.
“You want proof of my identity don't you? Let's see after this, whether you can still work at this hospital or not.”
The atmosphere inside the ER room was getting boisterous. No exception doctors and nurses who have since looked haughtily at us.
“Are you okay?” ask Timothee to me.
“I'm fine. After all since the beginning just a little blister in my palm.”
“Then we go from here. I don't want to see those people's faces much longer. I'll call my family doctor after this. Of course he will not underestimate us even though his complaints are only blisters on the palm.”
I followed Timothee walking out of the ER room.
We had not even passed the exit when the health workers in the room started screaming in panic. It seems something has happened to the bad has happened to them.
I could see a glimpse of the expression of the doctor who had previously reprimanded Timothee haughtily. He seemed to be too shocked to the point of only being silent and staring blankly at the front. Although I understood the reason he rebuked Timothee earlier, but still I could not justify their attitude towards us while in this room.
