Santri Famiglia's

Peeling Egg Skin

Sanubari woke up with a jerk, his whole body was in pain from the burns. He tried to move but the pain was too heavy to bear. He groans. His body was completely broken.

He wants to look around. However, his eyes were sticky. When forced open, it gets stinging. His consciousness said that he was lying somewhere and the place was moving. The last thing he remembered was the fight with the masked man he identified as a pirate on a cargo ship, himself drugged, then everything went dark.

Damiyan who noticed the movement in the lap also lowered his gaze. He was about to say thankfulness, but the snooze was done. Sanubari's condition is far from a word of gratitude.

Waking up in this condition must have been extremely tormented. It would be better if the Sanubari sedative works longer. Damiyan could not see Sanubari whimpering with his eyes closed.

Sanubari's mouth is locked. Sanubari took a lot of effort to open it and it was very painful. He wanted to sit down, but the pain drained his power.

"Sanu, hang on for a second! We're on our way to the hospital."

"What ...." Sanubari's entire face was hot as he tried to speak. His lips are rough too. Before he fainted, his lips did not crack. He still thinks he is on board.

"Your body's on fire. Sorry," Damiyan said.

Sanubari's mind was full of pain. He could not think of who was talking to him right now. Sanubari.

"It's okay, just shut up. We're almost at the hospital" Damiyan said, trying to calm him down.

Their journey is safer. The helicopter roared a few feet above them, escorting it to the hospital. Then, the helicopter flew away when Patrick's car entered the hospital courtyard.

When they arrive at the hospital, Sanubari's pain is further infatuated as his body is removed. He was pushed to the emergency room and the doctors and nurses immediately started work. Damiyan stood beside him, holding his hand tightly.

Sanubari grimaced as the doctors examined her burns. "How bad?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"So bad," said one of the doctors, shaking his head. "He had second and third degree burns on most of his body. We have to do the operation immediately."

Damiyan felt a cold sweat run out on his forehead. "Will he be okay?"

Sanubari's safety is his responsibility. Somehow Aeneas would react if knowing that his son's body was damaged this badly, Damiyan did not want to imagine that. He won't report for a while, until this one problem can be resolved.

"We will do our best" the doctor said convincingly.

As they push him into the operating room, Sanubari's mind races. He thought of all the things he still wanted to do, all the people he still wanted to meet. He was scared, but he tried to stay calm.

"Sanu, don't worry! You'll be fine" Damiyan said in a trembling voice.

Damiyan squeezed his hand tightly. "I'll always be there for you, Sanu. Always was. You will definitely recover as you have before!"

They're separated. Damiyan was not allowed to follow any further. He received treatment in another room.

Sterile hospital rooms were buzzing with activity as medical professionals rushed to treat their patients. In one corner of the room, a young man lay motionless on top of the gurney, his body covered in agonizing burns. The brightly lit neon lights emitted a terrifying light on his form that his expression could no longer recognize.

Doctor Emily Wishlord—, a skilled burn specialist, approached the young man with a sense of urgency. He wore a surgical mask and gloves, his face etched with worry as he assessed the severity of his injuries. The room was filled with an unmistakable antiseptic scent, mingling with the tension hanging in the air.

As Doctor Wishlord began his examination, the young man groaned weakly, his eyes opened for a moment before closing back. The extent of his burns was severe, with flushed and blistered skin covering almost every inch of his body. His face, arms, and chest bore the brunt of the most severe damage, and the pain he experienced was evident on his clenched fists and furrowed brows.

With subtle precision, Doctor Wishlord begins the arduous task of cleaning and bandaging burns. His gloved hands moved with purpose, gently wiping away the remains of ash and dirt, giving way to a soothing touch of burn ointment and sterile dressings. He whispered reassuring words to the young man, his voice filled with empathy and determination.

As he worked, the young man's breathing became congested, and his body trembled with excruciating pain. Suddenly, his eyes spun backwards, and his body went limp. In a panic, the medical team rushed to stabilize it, quickly connecting it to a monitor and performing a life-saving measure. Doctor Wishlord shouted the order, his voice unshakable despite the urgent situation.

Moments later, the young man's vital signs stabilized, and Doctor Wishlord continued his treatment, now with an added sense of caution. He continued to bandage his wound, applying gentle pressure to make sure the bandage stuck properly. The atmosphere of the room was tense, the medical team was aware of the critical condition of their patients.

And then, as if defying all expectations, a shocking and magical sight unfolded before their eyes. The burn scars, which once fused tightly with the young man's broken skin, began to peel in a fine layer, exposing the fresh and healthy tissue underneath. It was as if his body was releasing the remains of his painful past, like a snake throwing away his old skin.

Doctor Wishlord watched in astonishment as the young man's burns turned before him. He admired the regenerative power of the human body, the resilience hidden beneath the scars. The medical team, who momentarily froze in admiration, immediately regained their composure, working quickly to adjust their treatment plan to accommodate this unexpected development.

With newfound hope and determination, Doctor Wishlord continued to give the young man the necessary care and support. He knows that his journey to recovery is far from over, but his unexpected burn scars serve as a powerful symbol of healing and renewal.

The bandages that were put on were re-dismantled. Medical action was stopped. They skin the scars like peeling a boiled egg. The health staff were unceasingly amazed.

Damiyan paced in front of the action room after getting treatment. When Sanubari was taken out, his eyes widened. He follows Sanubari who is pushed into the nursery.

"Your operation was amazing! Thankfully, he wasn't disabled after sustaining such severe burns."

"We didn't operate on it. The wounds dried up, then simply peeled off. For more details, you can hear directly from the doctor later," said the nurse who left after the task was completed.

Infusion hanging. The patient's clothes have been worn on Sanubari. Sanubari.

Damiyan took off Sanubari's clothes and pants and tidied them up again. The young man's skin was clean from the wound. That's hard to believe. Even the burning Sanubari's slightly long hair does not shorten and makes it bald. The young Aeneas's head was still heavily hairy. Damiyan. The hair feels smooth. Amidst the hoarding, the animatronic mosquito belonging to Damiyan is still alive. He let it nest there.

When you remember that day, Damiyan's stomach feels heartburn. He was lucky because of Sanubari's body. Now, his heart was wondering, "This kid could die, no, huh?"