The Head Of The Class

22. Little Friend

After school, all X-IPA I children immediately drove to the hospital in their own private cars.

No events alternating. There are no absent members to go there either. All the children are in, including those who are licensed for family events such as Elma and Lena. They immediately joined when they heard this news from their class chat group.

"Ellen Berenice, what room is she in, Sus?" ask Retta, to the Sister who is guarding the reception desk.

Retta's face was pale. Not even a few children who show excessive reactions such as crying and worrying until their cold sweat comes out.

The sisters, who saw their more anxious reaction than the fathers when they found out that his wife was about to give birth, chose to find the room Retta requested immediately.

"2D in the Rose aisle" said the sister, in a friendly voice.

Retta and the others immediately rushed over. They ran with all their might, not caring about their public image in the eyes of the hospital people.

Now the worry they feel dominates more than their shame and common sense.

No one is worried. They were all worried about Ellen's condition more than Ellen was worried about her condition.

Brak!

Retta opened the door firmly, making Ellen turn her head towards him with a contorted look.

His classmates came all in, with their panicked and pale faces. Looks like Ellen knows what happened here.

"Huh .. when I only sleep about 36 hours! There's nothing to worry about. The doctor said, I can also go home after the infusion runs out," explained Ellen, making the children in front of her cry immediately.

Somehow, but the face of Ellen who tried hard to make their hearts feel sore and make them moved to forget that they have shame.

They cried, leaving both bodyguards and Ellen herself at a loss as to what to do. Moreover, when he saw Retta who looked confused in his cry, as if he could not stem the pain and spill everything through crying.

"Ceng lo Ret, fell from the third floor was not crying. See me gini–"

"Shut up don't share that lo! It's so good I heard you talking. Don't be so funny!" sambar Retta, rubbing her tears violently, but apparently unable to. Because her tears kept dripping without her being able to control.

Ellen was silent, pursed her lips for a moment and lowered her head. Shows a sad reaction that makes Retta a little guilty of having snapped at him.

"Sorry, I don't mean angry at Sama–"

"Gue's sorry." Ellen looked up, looking at them with a wry smile. "I'm sorry, I can't protect Yani well. Until I can't walk. Sorry, guys."

Retta clenched her lips tightly. His tongue felt too faint to even snap at Ellen in one word.

They don't understand how much responsibility Ellen has on both of their parents, to the point of making the girl feel more guilty when one of them was injured than to lose her life.

A sense of responsibility that never made sense to his friends. But because of that, they all became calm and focused on learning and achieving what their parents expected.

Without them knowing, it turns out that comfort makes Ellen dammed this heavy burden to make them follow tightness, but never feel it.

"God, Len. I'm thankful you didn't let me take them. Your neck was even slashed because of it! You shouldn't worry about me. You should be worried about–" Yani could not continue her words. Her heart ached, even more so when she remembered Ellen who had taken her to the hospital. He suffered 3x more injuries than her. "I'm sorry ...."

Ellen smiled and closed her eyes. "good. Because it's a vacation for me to sari books and pens. I want a break ...."

After that, not a second. Ellen was completely asleep and made friends cry again because of sadness, pity and stress to see her condition.

"I don't think we can just shut up! Our class president was hurt because of that, right?" Retta looked at Yani with a sharp look.

Yani nodded briefly. "Yes! If I lose this problem to bokap and nyokap me, they'll help."

"Sip! If so, shall we execute them?!" retta's stove, staring coldly at his friends.

***

"How's our son doing, Doc?" asked a woman, making her husband turn to her with a cold look.

Maybe the word "our son" the wife said, made her unhappy. Because "our son" by which his wife is referring, is not their son. But an orphan who often makes them difficult.

"It's bad, madam. He also came with someone. Though the situation is very severe, but he could be strong to carry someone here. I didn't expect that a little girl could be that strong" said the doctor, making the two men sigh sadly.

While outdoors, the 10-year-old girl, who she said was in poor condition, could only sit on an iron chair in front of the room, swinging her two small legs.

His feelings began to rage. A deep worry and restlessness that made him depressed, made his two lips tightly clenched. Dare not complain or just moan in pain.

"Is something wrong?" asked a 16-year-old woman, making the girl look up and look at her.

The pale face on her white skin, made the woman's appearance look sinister. But the little girl was not afraid and even commented a wry smile.

"Nothing, Brother. Isn't it the big brother who's okay? Big Brother's face was pale as hell" said the little girl, staring fixedly at Ellen's face.

Ellen hugged both of her cheeks and stared at the window, looking at herself from the faintly visible reflection of the glass revealing herself. "really? That's because I'm sick. But lo, what pain?"

Ellen sat down beside him, making the girl seem surprised at their continued conversation. They don't know each other.

"It's not a disease that can be told. If it's brother, what's with his neck?" the girl asked, looking at the long bandage that almost covered most of Ellen's front neck area.

Ellen touched her bandage gently and smiled. "It's not something that can be told either," he replied, making the little girl frown deeply.

"Sister imitating me?"

Ellen nodded. "Let's break even. But if it's a name, you know what, right? I'm bored if I don't have any friends here. My name is Ellen. Who are you?"

"Irena. Just call me Iren, everyone calls me that," said the girl named Irena, with a face that looked down sad again.

"Alright, Irena. I just call you. After all, Irena is prettier than Iren. No papa, right?"

Irena gave a short nod, but her face looked delighted. "Can!"