The Darkest Dream

Poor son S2

Deren's eyes almost jumped out, when he saw the scene in the room. Similarly to Gerald, the man barely even knows how to regulate his wheezing breath.

"Tu sir?" Deren couldn't believe what he had just seen. The patient, who has been in a coma for 21 years, is now sitting relaxed while embracing his wife's friendly shoulder. She was only 10 years old when her father was taken away from her house in the middle of the night blind. All he knew was his whereabouts 12 years later. When he decided to become a neurologist, and accepted the offer to work at the secret headquarters. Then he knew everything from his father.

"Where is the girl, Doctor?" not answering the curiosity and surprise of the two. Zig asked another question.

"There's a room down this hall, sir." Gerald who was already able to control his heart situation, replied representing his counterpart who was still not in full consciousness.

"Take us there, and yes, make sure no one knows where he is." Tell Zig to look at the two doctors with a serious face. Zig's tapered face hints at many meanings and absolute warnings.

"No one knows the whereabouts of the girl sir, let me drop off. Her wheelchair's lacking one, does the madam stay here?" Gerald said a little hesitantly as well as fearing for sure.

"I'm coming" Miu interrupted firmly. Gerald couldn't help but go out to get another wheelchair. While Deren starts helping Zig to sit in a wheelchair. Too long lying down made his muscles slightly weakened, it should still not function properly now. But considering they were no ordinary humans, Deren was no wonder.

Gerald came in with a wheelchair on his hand push.

"Let's madam, sorry this is a little impolite." Miu nodded in understanding. Gerald lifted Miu's body into the wheelchair, then the four men began to walk down the hallway where Lizzie was.

"Young lady over there, ladies" said Gerald pointing to the gurney. Lizzie is still unconscious.

"Please push me closer" Miu said in a slightly trembling voice.

"Thank you, please stay away a little." He said again, Gerald immediately went to the corner of the room as well as Deren. After his second how many beside Lizzie's bed, Zig momentarily stared at the skinny face of his wife. It's a tough look in West Java.

"Why did you surpass your destiny, young lady. You shouldn't have to do this war, if you'd just traded your brother's soul for the queen. Just a drop of blood, and everything's gonna get better." Said Miu reducing her disappointment a little. Lizzie sacrificed so much, that was the vision they saw through the energy Lizzie gave them both.

"I didn't give half my life to get protested, madam." Miu gasped in shock as well as Zig. Slowly Lizzie woke up, Lalau staring at the two alternately.

"You haven't changed much, except the body shape looks a little inhumane." Lizzie said sarcastically. The two laughed softly, in contrast to Deren and Gerald. Almost the two of them choked on each other's saliva, when they heard the insults slid as smooth as silk from Lizzie's tiny lips.

"We're eating too much fluid rather than carbohydrates, young lady. Maybe after this, the two handsome doctors will give us solid food in addition to chemical water." Seloroh Zig glanced at Deren and Gerald who were stunned to hear an unusual joke, from the three people in front of them.

"Of course, young lady." Deren immediately prepared an abocath, a syringe and a bottle of ampoules. After he finished inserting the drug through the abocath, Deren immediately removed it back and closed the needle injection marks, using an alcohol cotton swab and hypafix.

"It's over, young lady. What else do you need?" deren asked slightly bowing respectfully, Gerald was eager to laugh out loud. When remembering how haughty his best friend said about making love to their young lady.

"No one, doctor Deren. It's just that if you can, please shut your best friend's brain so as not to continue to voice your sins on me." Gerald really choked this time. His nose even felt sore.

Deren glanced at his best friend with a murderous look, he could have forgotten who they were dealing with. Although all this time only heard the story of the father and his father was his best friend, although it sounds impossible, still they must always be vigilant. Keep the tongue also mind.

"I'm sorry for my mistake, young lady. I didn't mean, really." Deren died of lice due to the actions of his curse friend.

"No problem, doctor Deren. Call Professor Claine, I need a little help right now." Let Lizzie look in the shade at Deren, Deren immediately nodded and then looked down respectfully.

"My father will be here, young lady. We'll secure the main hallway, my father will have a few men stand guard at the entrance. You're safe with us, we'll excuse you gentlemen." After saying goodbye, Deren and Gerald immediately walked out of Lizzie's room.

Bugh!

"Acqueen!" pekik Gerald rubbed his head that felt spinning due to the persecution carried out by his friends.

"You're crazy! what if I'm amnesiac, who wants to be your partner, huh!?" Gerald was angry.

"Everything your brain does not like to think of strange things if you are in a room with young ladies. You forget what my father's story is also your father's? the clan of the heirs can read your mind to the thing you are most secret to. You might even think about my original words earlier. Bored of life or what?" Deren's reply was no less fierce.

"Where do I know that the story is true. I thought it was just to scare us." Gerrilla Gerald didn't take it.

"Why are you two? stop playing around, remember your age is not the time to behave like a toddler.. Be grown-up!" Deren is not fond of his father. Indeed when he had behaved like a child, if half his life was only to learn and take care of his mother and sister during his father was declared kidnapped. Deren's grunts made Claine let out a long sigh.

His son was still harboring the story of the past, he really did not think out.

"You go out to the main door, behave as usual. Coincidentally your face is supporting, then the defense until it passes through the front door. They would think lord Zig and mistress Miu were still not improving. Because seeing your tangled face is so convincing." Claine said at length. His tone sounded clear if he was mocking both of them. Hurby could only shake his head, the father with his ridiculous manner, had a child like an ice wall and was a little fierce. Not infrequently his poor son is often the target of the anger of his best friend's son. What a pity her inner grimacing.