Second Road

Episode 29: The wrong drug?

The sun has risen and is at its highest point. It's midday, about twelve in the afternoon.

I yawned for the umpteenth time, then turned back to the wall clock. My eyes are heavy, I want to go to bed right now. But I can't, there's something else to do in a minute.

I'm waiting for grandpa to come back, he's picking up the formula for my treatment to his friend's house, where he worked on the formula a few days ago.

You know, I really can't wait to get taller, then grow up. My growth has been delayed for a long time. I want to be an adult soon.

"Would you eat first? I'm done cooking."

Allen appeared from the direction of the kitchen, his hand still holding the frying spatula.

He's been in the kitchen for an hour now, with a knife and a frying pan, he can cook anything. And honestly, what it does is always good.

He should have taken a major in gourmet management. He can be an idol and set up a classy restaurant or cafe rather than following in the footsteps of his grandfather or father who works in science and technology.

I was so anxious to get her to participate in a cooking competition on television that I often watch. Or for the cool version, why doesn't he just go with shokugeki? He can make everyone fall in love with his cooking.

Oh, he didn't even let me help him in the kitchen. I'd be suspicious if he'd put something weird into his cooking. But where is possible, right?

"Allen, you never cook fish. If I remember, you only cooked chicken or meat." That was my comment when I saw the table that was already filled with some food plates.

"That's..a little hard." Allen replied with a grin.

"Why?" I answered while filling the plate with rice.

"You can cook anything, right?" Add me.

The steam from the rice was steaming when some of the rice was moved onto the plate, still hot. Unfortunately, I could no longer stop myself from eating. Allen sat in an empty chair in front of me.

"Fish it. If you fry it. The oil will splash where. You know, I'm a little worried about getting splashed." Answer's clumsy.

"A man like you is afraid of oil splashes? Can't believe it, you suck." I said while holding back a little laughter.

I'm happy to be able to tease him, because usually he always mocked me short, small or other annoying mentions. I found his weakness, afraid of oil splashes. That's funny, isn't it?

"Ahh, it's not like that. If you really want to eat fish, I'll put it up tonight." The drill.

"No need, just make it as you like. Whatever you cook I'll eat." Reply while bribing food into the mouth.

A few moments later it was still empty. Relax, there is no crowds or the sound of vehicles. Well, since this house was in a complex that was quite far from the highway, even to reach the nearest stop, I had to walk for about ten minutes.

My eyes glanced at the wall clock that was beating slowly second by second. It's been one hour past five minutes. Why hasn't Grandpa come back yet? Did something happen?

Just as I was thinking about it, the sound of a car horn sounded from the front of the house.

Allen had first moved from his sitting position, then opened the door. And sure enough, Grandpa has returned by taking a taxi.

"Am I taking too long? There was a little problem." Obviously grandpa.

"That's the matter?"

"Yes, the medicine that had been prepared to perform the method was gone, but it had already met again. Want to start now?" Baraw grandpa.

"Yes, I'm ready." Answer me with confidence.

Grandfather took something from the bag he was carrying, then took out a medium-sized glass bottle. Like a paracetamol bottle, but clear in color, the contents are visible from the outside.

The contents of the bottle were nothing more than blue liquid, such as the paramax used as vehicle fuel. Wait a minute, it's not a pertamax, is it?

"Drink." Grandfather.

Eh? I should drink it? I think that liquid similar to pertamax will be put into my body through the infuse hose like I used to do once a week.

"Now? Is it okay what? I thought..." I doubt it doubtful.

"You're worried that you're gonna be tied up in bed because you keep going on a rampage every time that fluid gets into your body?" Ask grandpa with a faint smile.

Usually it is so, when my body is fitted with many hoses at some point, my legs and hands will be tied to the side of the bed.

Usually, I would keep moving, thrashing and screaming until I fell out of bed so sick. Not only does it hurt, my body usually gets very hot, like I have a fever.

Plus the pain and like there's hundreds of needles poking at each knot of my veins. Every blood vessel I have feels like it's breaking up.

"No need, the pain is not instant as usual. It takes about fifteen minutes for your body to absorb it. And for this method, the pain is indeed more painful as I said before. But since it hurts more, you might not even be able to go berserk or wriggle so sick." Obviously grandpa was long.

I gulped, feeling a little worried. If it hurts so much that I can't go berserk or thrash, does that mean it really hurts?

Nyaliku ciut first. Don't you need to, huh? If at the same time as usual I feel almost dead, what by doing this I will die for real? Oh, and what if my body rejects it? My life could be over.

"I'll drink." My spoken.

Then, close the glass bottle I turn slowly until it opens. I put the bottle in my mouth for a drink.

I held my breath, there was a bit of anxiety I felt. But unfortunately, this is not the right time to step back. The mouth of the bottle touched my lips.

Slowly, the blue liquid similar to pertamax was poured into the mouth, entering through the esophagus and will soon lead to the stomach.

Gleck...

"Uhuk.ah, I'm choking." I panicked as some of the blue liquid gushed from my mouth.

"You okay?" Allen immediately asked.

I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. I accidentally spouted it because it smelled a little strange, then there was a slight heat in my esophagus as the liquid passed through it.

"Ohuk..uhuk.."

My cough became more and more so, when only half of the contents of the bottle I managed to drink.

Forget about the contents of the bottle, I've already spewed out some of the ones I drank with the food I ate last lunch. My stomach feels uncomfortable.

"Haru, are you okay?"

"A..I.uhuk."

Half the bottle of liquid that was left I had to finish. Maybe that way, the problem is solved.

"Haru?! Never mind, don't drink anymore. Something seems wrong." Sergei Allen.

He immediately grabbed the glass bottle I was holding. My legs were shaking, until I almost lost my balance to stand up. I feel so weak.

"Grandfather, say something. Will the effect be like this?" Allen asked worriedly.

Grandfather looked no less anxious, or perhaps he looked surprised? Both of his eyes were still looking at me confused.

The floor was already dirty exposed to the contents of my hull that accidentally came out. When I saw it, I felt nauseous, but it was my own.

"Haru, how do you feel? Say." Grandpa touched my shoulder while rubbing it slowly because I still felt nauseous.

"I feel.weak. Everything's getting sick. Is the medicine working?" My answer.

"Looks not, I'm going to research the rest of the ones in this bottle. Allen, take Haru to his room, then please clean this up, yeah." Grandpa's orders.

"Eh, what am I?" Allen Protest.

Maybe he was disgusted to see the floor. Let alone him, I alone did it also feel disgusted.

"Do we have to ask Haru to clean it up?" Baraw grandpa. I know what Grandpa's question means, there's no way that I'll do it, right?

Allen looked back at me who was already sitting limp on the sofa. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I understand." Her speech.

Grandpa immediately went to his study.

"Here, let me carry it." Allen squatted down in front of me, then hooked his palm into my armpits. Then, it easily lifted my body and carried her into his arms.

I resigned myself, it felt a little embarrassing when he did, considering that I was a fourteen-year-old male. But unfortunately, I feel too weak to walk right now. I don't know why my energy is gone.

"Oh, your body is also a little hotter." Allen chirped while fingering my cheeks and forehead.

He dropped me off right on the bed, then rushed to open the wardrobe. His hand nimbly grabbed a shirt, then told me to immediately change my clothes affected by the overflow of my lamb that gushed uncontrollably.

"Rest, call me if you need anything. I'll clean the rest first." Said Allen.

I pulled the blanket, wrapped myself in warmth. Although Allen said that my body felt a bit hot, but I felt a bit cold, especially the tip of my foot.

My eyes became heavy, my body began to hurt when moved. Is it possible that what I drank just now is poison? Not medication?

I'm getting more and more scared. If it were true, would I end up like this?

Did Grandpa give me the wrong medicine? What exactly have I been deceived by him from the beginning? Was this planned by Grandpa from the beginning?

Why do I think badly of him? He just wants to help me. Then why am I being like this? Is this really the cure or is this something else?

I really don't understand. What might happen next? Am I gonna be okay?