The Rhyme of the Depositary

THREE ONE

A woman was lying weakly on a hospital bed. He had just had surgery two hours ago, as one way to restore his bodily functions.

Several doctors and nurses took turns controlling her condition, whispering each other in pity. Women with such beauty had to lie helplessly in an accident. He was trapped in unconsciousness for six days and six nights with quite serious injuries.

A medical device connected to his body, showing the activity of the patient's heartbeat. The infusion hose is firmly planted next to his arm, draining nutrients needed by his weak body.

His left arm was injured, though not too badly. His head was covered in white cloth. While both of his legs suffered many scratches due to rubbing against the metal.

The clock ticks in the corner of the room, indicating that life is passing by reluctantly. Here, a man stood faithfully beside his bed, waiting in gloom. The time had passed by almost two hours, the sun had long sunk in the western horizon. But the figure of the man remained upright standing, not moving in the slightest. It was as if his leg joints were made of copper, unyielding to fatigue.

Today is still the same. Only the sound of electrocardiography is loud. There's still no progress. There's no change. Tomorrow maybe.

The man came out, closed the door to the room he had left. The steps are sure and controlled. Long in the hospital waiting room, she was accosted by another man.

"Master .. ," he said lowered his head.

"Is there a problem?"

"Both of his friends are still searching for his existence."

"Do they have any leads to look for him in this place?"

"No. They won't be able to reach this hospital."

"Goodoo. There's nothing to worry about."

"Good, Sir."

"Have you sent anyone to erase the trace of what happened six days ago?"

"I have all cleaned up. The police won't be able to relate the incident to you."

"Billful work."

"Thank you, sir."

"Take him. If he's conscious, call me."

"certain."

The man walked back gracefully. His eyes were flat, no emotion was read.

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Alice felt trapped in the dark passageway that stifled her. Several times he saw a light at the end of the hallway, but always away whenever he approached. The darkness took him back, bringing him deeper.

This time, the light was clearly not what it used to be. For a long time, it grew bigger as if calling him to come closer. Alice tried to reach the light. Every time he approached, his body seemed to be under attack from excruciating pain.

Alice did not want to stop trying. Any kind of pain he could receive was more than having to sink back into the endless darkness. He reached for the light, depending on the light and struggled with his might to grasp it.

The pain became more and more, his chest felt tight, his breathing seemed to give a tormenting heat. Alice no longer cared. He must succeed in achieving his goal.

Finally, the light was able to reach. The light that brought him to his consciousness. Alice blinked slowly, opening her eyes with mixed feelings.

Alice felt her body as if it were a poranda. All his joints hurt to move. Especially the arms and the head. It is like shouting defeat.

Alice observed the surrounding space. All-white atmosphere with a pungent aroma of medicine. Hospitals.

Alice scrunched her head, recalling the last recorded incident of her memory. Shadows give information to his brain. Fights. Bloods. Deaths. Alice was screaming hysterically. Fear melanda.

"Mrs. White ... You're aware?"

William. How could he be by her side? What else did Anson do?

"Master has managed to get you to this hospital. You have a serious injury to the accident you are in. Wait a minute, let me call the doctor." The man passed by, leaving many questions in Alice's mind.

A doctor and nurse entered Alice's room. They perform basic checks on the functions of his body. Blood pressure, pupil response of the eye, and some standard things. Alice tried to sit down to be more comfortable. All parts of his body were screaming in anger. Pain attacks every part of the body that it moves. From head to toe. Oh no. The tip of her foot didn't even feel anything.

Alice was confused. All of his body felt uncomfortable and tormented. Except for the legs to the tip of the foot. There was nothing he felt about that part. Just a sense of numbness that is hard to explain.

"Dok .. tungkaiku kebas. Was drugged?" alice asked uncomfortable.

Dr. Roy, turning to his nurse meaningfully, told her to leave without a word. He has to convey something. Because it does not know what response the patient will give, it is better for this conversation to be done privately. Four-eyes.

"The accident you've been through is quite severe" he said. He smiled, giving a warm feeling of fatherhood.

"Your spine was injured due to a great impact. I've been trying to perform an operation to regenerate the damaged part. Your condition is improving fast." Dr. Roy spoke less rigidly, trying to make a good bond between the doctor and the patient.

"Just ..., "

Alice strengthened mentally. It's just that's what should have been bad news from the start.

"You have paraplegia. Paralysis in part of your body. In your case are both of your legs down. But not too bad. Only your limbs are distracted motorically. The function of your bladder and pelvic bones has no interference. Your sexuality's organs are still normal."

The news shook his sanity. Paralyzed? Is this all a joke?

"Crippled?" The two brown neutrals showed a reaction of disbelief.

Dr. Roy uncovers some of Alice's blankets, tries to touch her slowly on one of her legs and checks Alice's response.

"Do you feel anything?"

Alice nodded weakly. No. gabe. He felt nothing when his legs were touched.

"This time?" ask Dr. Roy patted Alice a little hard.

Alice still nodded.

Alice sighed feeling the heavy burden hit her.

"I don't feel anything, Doc. Will I be paralyzed forever?" Alice looked worried.

The feet are the most important part of the human body. It has the primary function of walking and moving. If the function was taken from him, I don't know what the rest of his life would be like. Will it be forever dependent on assistive devices? could it?

"I can't promise you a cure, Alice. It all depends on you. But you have the possibility to recover as long as you do routine physiotherapy after this" replied Dr. Roy ambiguous.

Can't promise? Does that mean a small place to heal? Doctors do have their own language refined when delivering to patients. We have to be smart to translate it ourselves.

"How many percentages are there for me to recover, Doc?" ask Alice blankly.

"Fifty percent."

That means, the possibility of healing as much as possible to be paralyzed. Enough hope dropped his mentality.

"You should be grateful, young lady. God is still kind enough to take care of your life. There are many out there who have to die by accident." Dr. Roy patted him on the shoulder, in sympathy. He injected a liquid into Alice's infusion tube and gave her some medicine.

Alice glaring. What else is left of his life? Why didn't God make him die in this accident. If she had died, Alice would no longer have to bear much of the burden.

"Life is precious. Worth fighting. Never give up" he said before leaving Alice and suggesting to take a break.

Alice had fought before. He devoted every breath of his to taking back something he wanted. But it was precisely because of his struggle that he was caught in a difficult situation. Forcing him to lose a lot of things.

Is this how God stopped his struggle? Alice is just an ordinary person. He doesn't know the language of God. Perhaps this is one of His ways to awaken the stubbornness that he has. He had to stop at this point, turn around and return home. But where should he go home? S1he had no place to go home for a long time. The only place now considered to be his home is gone. Kendrick.

Kendrick's blood seemed to be still reflected in both hands. The smell is not gone. Empty expression. Look at his eyes that are no longer alive. Like a shadow that will forever haunt Alice's life.

Is that guy happy now? Reunited with his wife and son in another, more beautiful place? So what about himself? Still stuck in a complicated life.

If someone dies, the one who suffers is the one left behind. He who goes will only find tranquility and leave mortality. No longer stuck with a lot of complicated life polemics. But those left behind will feel overwhelmed. Endless double pain.

If only death could he choose, perhaps Alice was tempted to offer herself. He's feeling tired. Defend something that seems futile.

Alice closed her eyes. Does anyone take care of her husband's funeral? Did anyone take care of her body for the last time? Is anyone sympathetic enough about his passing? Dozens of questions overlapped in his brain, stressing him out.

the sound of door clamps rang out, opening slowly featuring a man Alice did not want to see. He became a symbol of tragedy for his life. He is like an angel of death that brings many terrors.

"You're sober?" A question that doesn't need an answer.

"Are you the one who took me to this hospital?" Alice tried to control her voice. He didn't want to lose control when dealing with this guy.

"Yes. Want to thank?" anson chuckled.

"In your dreams. Why did you save me? Why don't you just let me die? Did you save me just to get back you killed with your own hands?" Alice asked back. Hatred is especially pronounced in both of his chocolate beads.

"I have no interest in killing a helpless man" Anson replied flatly.

"You must have blocked all this information from my friends, right? You purposely hid me in this hospital." Alice threw a guess that approached the truth. He didn't see Rachel's whereabouts from earlier. That means, surely Alice's whereabouts are well hidden by Anson.

"Replace me. I have no interest in being protected" said Alice, full of anger.

"Unfortunately you will be forced to be in my protection, Alice. I don't intend to let you go this fast." Anson was still acting normal, as if they were good friends who hadn't met for long.

"Why? You're afraid I'm gonna attack you and leak your real identity in front of the law? You're afraid I'm testifying against you for the murders you've committed?" Alice inflamed.

"Before I thought you were just pretty aggressive in romance, Alice. But you turned out to be aggressive to attack me directly from all sides. Really interesting." Anson laughed blandly.

"You scared, Anson?"

"No. You won't be that easy to legally attack me. First, I've cleared all evidence of the murder. It's free for you to testify without any evidence. I was able to use many alibis to cover my tracks. Second, you no longer have a strong protector. Your husband's reunited with the land, Alice."

Anson published a newspaper eight days ago. There is a sad news with a big enough writing about the death of a big businessman named Kendrick Jafferson. Below it is a picture of a coffin and a photo of him. Some photos of the funeral atmosphere were also successfully shot with a fairly slick angle.

Under the article, in addition to the news of the death mentioned for robbery-motivated murders, also mentioned about the absence of his wife. It is said that Alice White, the wife of a famous businessman is undergoing a humanitarian program in a conflict country, making it difficult to get out and usher in her husband's final departure.

Humanitarian programs in a conflict country? Reason is quite acceptable. In a country that is vulnerable to war, it can not just go in and out. Requires a permit long enough to be able to get out of sensitive areas. Some people were even trapped there and were not allowed to return to their home countries. Had Anson intended to hold Alice forever, people would not have been suspicious. They must have thought Alice was stuck in the middle of nowhere for humanity.

The government will conduct a basic search procedure as the initial stage in some time. If he does not find himself, the government will certainly not be too unpacking the case. Because they think that interfering in an outside country can be considered a form of information if done without sufficient evidence.

A brilliant plan. Alice must inevitably admire Anson's way of thinking. The man was used to thinking critically, neatly, and structured. It is only fitting that all this time the crime never managed to be dismantled. Because he's one step ahead of anyone.

Rachel is Alice's hope. The theme must have known he had not fled for humanitarian reasons. Alice last met Rachel when Kendrick called about her son's return. Rachel must have realized something was wrong with her. Alice guessed Rachel must have contacted Daniel and acted something out.

Only, Rachel and Daniel are not equal opponents for Anson. Kendrick alone can he get rid of it very neatly, let alone them? fighting openly will only provoke a new calamity. Alice began to worry about their situation.

"When are you going to arrest me, Anson?" Alice asked blankly. His life was already completely under the control of the demons.

"Until this matter is calm. Even though you're not strong enough to fight me head-on, you can create an unnecessary fuss if I let go now. I'm having no taste in continuing to play your game." Anson looked at Alice's eyes with calculation. He had not expected this woman to have such a stubborn nature.

"You're too high to judge me. With my two legs paralyzed, I won't be able to make any noise. I'm no longer a threat to you" said Alice skeptically.

Anson stared at Alice's legs for quite a while. He turned and walked out the door.

"Use the time you have to heal your feet" he said.

Anson turned back, adding with a new sentence.

"Me, I'm starting to like your disability" he said with a scary smile.

Alice frozen. His fingers gripped the white blanket that covered his feet.

The man is a psychopath.

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