The Children Of Thalia

Someone who looks up

The extrovert doctor came again today with the nurse who, I can't say, was fierce, but the look in her eyes was so sharp that it gave me goosebumps. They did a series of tests on me like checking my eyes, throat, foot reflexes, and everything else. I think I'm fine, but let's hope the doctor thinks the same.

"Let's see, how long have you been here?" Ask the doctor, which I think is a stupid question because he knows the answer.

"About a week... Maybe six days."

The doctor's eyes widened. He nodded while writing something on my report. "Great. Are all receivers like this?"

"...... You're also the receiver, doc."

The doctor's hand stopped writing for a moment. The nurse next to him looked at him, I looked at him, the awkward atmosphere just made the doctor laugh out loud.

"AHAHAHAHA!!! Yes, I forgot hahahah!"

This doctor is a little weird, but I get it. His job did not match the gift he had. Sometimes there is something like that. I myself would probably forget that I was the receiver if I didn't spend almost every afternoon fighting boxing with the goons around. Nothing to do with «Reflector» with my work as a programmer.

This doctor told me a lot every time he did the examination. You could say, if this doctor chose to be a soldier rather than a doctor, he would be a dangerous soldier. He is a receiver with a self-reinforcing type gift named «Lavaskin». Simply put, he could coat his skin with panaas lava. A pretty terrible ability, but useless in the field of medicine. Even so, I salute him who still follows what he wants rather than what he "should" do.

"Your blood pressure is normal, your erythrocyte count is normal, yesterday's fever has also gone down. Moreover, I still can't believe seeing the burn on your arm turned out to have almost closed perfectly. The first time I saw her, and my hands were itching."

Of course, that was also how I felt every time I saw my right hand during the replacement of the bandage. His skin blistered, bloated, his flesh looked red from the outside. It was even more terrifying to see when this wound had just closed. It felt like I was scratching, but it would only aggravate the wound.

"What's this gonna imprint, doc?" My toot.

"Obviously it will look different than your left hand. Even so, maybe in a week or two it will be seen that the wound is like it never existed."

"so. Thank you, doc."

"Thank you back." The doctor smiled peacefully. The nurse next door tidied up the test equipment before walking outside first. The doctor had also stepped up, but he turned back to me when he was at the door. "Oh, looking at your recovery rate now, it doesn't seem like a problem for you to take a walk outside. The change of mood is good, isn't it? Besides, there might be someone waiting for you in the park."

Somebody?

"Who?"

The doctor's smile didn't go away, but I think something changed. He didn't answer my question. He opened the door and said goodbye before leaving. "See you, Radley boy."

The door was shut, leaving me alone again. The doctor's words stuck in my mind. He obviously wanted me to realize that there was someone waiting for me outside, but who? If it's Val or Lee, there's no need to convolve to ask me to see them.

I looked towards the window, looking at the garden outside. The weather is clear, the sun is still half towards the top. A lot of people walk around the front yard, but it's not that crowded either. It rained again yesterday night, so I think the temperature is now quite cold for some people.

My eyes glanced around. Parents, teenagers, children, patients in wheelchairs, patients who can walk alone with family, I can see people gathered outside. It's Sunday, of course. People will visit their family or friends here. My eyes then rolled again to the end of the garden. Someone with a red jacket sat on a long bench. He waved his hand as soon as he realized I was staring at him.

Someone is waiting for me.... Haha, of course it is him. Now it all makes sense.

I put on a coat that hung next to the door, then walked outside. Some patients were walking down the hall, greeting me kindly. Of course I reply them with a smile. I went down the stairs quickly, greeted some of the sisters who had taken care of me yesterday, greeted the security guard at the front door, then walked across the park to someone.

"I was thinking that Val or Lee would deliberately play puzzles with me, but I knew they had more shame to do so. Then I saw you here." As I stood before him, the man pulled the hood that covered his red hair. He grinned widely, just like always. But this time, I couldn't hold back my grin either.

"It's good to see you again, Ansel."

Ansel shifted his body slightly, allowing me to sit on the side. Of course I accepted the offer, I knew we both had important topics to talk about.

"How are you doing now?" Ansel asked opening the word.

"Not too bad. His wounds are healed, his scars are left." I replied while showing the right arm that was still wrapped in bandages. "From that, I didn't think you'd come alone, at a time like this. It was only a week after that."

"There's information that says you have a terrible healing rate. I'm pretty relieved, you know? A week ago I had the thought that your healing percentage was almost zero percent."

He didn't hesitate to say he had an informant, huh? Not that I was surprised either. The informant himself did not hesitate to say that he was acting under someone important, but actually I had thought that he was some kind of secret agent of the police or the government.

"So who's the doctor?"

"Security division members. He's not part Wild Dogs, of course. But he's an important person in the division. If you become a member of the security division, you'll see him again."

"Secret spy, huh? What made him indirectly reveal his identity to me as well as your plans?"

"Even if he hadn't, I'm sure you would have guessed that he wasn't an ordinary doctor. I'm just in case you don't consider him an enemy. Even so, wasn't he quite an expert in his work? He's delivering clues as to who he really is, but at the same time limiting the knowledge you know you can guess."

Now I remember. The extrovert doctor told me a lot about himself. Some are clues, some are just pleasantries. He told me that he was a receiver, then mixed the topic with a three-Michelin star chef who was also a specialist attack receiver. He told me that he was a new doctor, and then continued with the condition of most hospitals in Thalia that were still less than perfect. Finally, the most sure about him who is a spy, he also expressed his condolences for the terrorism incident that made me injured, even though the incident was covered with information of a gas explosion. He was a spy, obviously, but didn't tell me which side he was from.

"I commend him for that. All this time I thought he was a police or government spy."

"Hahahah... Can you also, you didn't consider him an enemy in the first place?" Ansel asked while chuckling.

Not that I didn't think the doctor was the enemy. In fact, when I first realized that the doctor was a spy, I was on the lookout for him, but I immediately realized that the possibility was small after more conversation and information. He's a spy, but for the allies, though I also don't know if the party can still be called a friend or neutral.

"I don't have so much value to be left alive. If the smuggler was on the enemy's side, I should have been dead by day one."

I'm sure the answer is quite logical, but after hearing it, Ansel showed a faint smile as if dissatisfied. "Of course it's like that. From the amount of information you know, surely you will come to the conclusion that the enemy who came was only intended to kill you."

"meaning?"

"Forgetit." Ansel took a breath, leaning his back against the bench as he shifted the topic. "Snakes too, government spies, huh? If he's from a military or government unit, it makes sense, but the police have nothing to do with this case. You must also know who they are, right? The people who attacked you back then."

I was silent for a moment as a strand of memory of the incident rolled back inside my head in a split second. Everything was clear, nothing blurry except when I was shot. The sound of the doorbell, the group of people outside, the sound of the shot being disguised by lightning, the figure of the father being shot, the three people chasing me home, I threw a knife, I threw a knife, and then they spoke a language that I didn't understand, but I knew what language it was.

"They're Ulkafa's militant forces, right?"

With a voice that was no less cold, Ansel answered briefly.

"Fright."

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