The Secret With Bad Boy

The Secret With Bad Boy
Hospital



The hospital, being the only one that was headed for Kinanti and Demian. The beautiful girl took Demian to the hospital using an angkot.


Demian was barely conscious after being beaten by the four thugs. His face was battered with several bluish wounds on his face and temples. Fresh blood was still dripping from his nose and the corners of his lips.


Kinanti's anxiety increased when she saw Demian who kept holding her stomach, it seemed like the thug's kick had injured Demian's internal organs.


“Strong yes Demian, strong. We'll be in the hospital soon.” Kinanti tried to calm down Demian who was lying on the seat with Kinanti's leg as her cushion.


Kinanti trembled to see Demian who did not complain in the slightest. Was that a wound on his body?


“How does the story go to get hit?” the angkot driver who was driving his car at high speed, occasionally kept his eyes on Demian who seemed to be very weak.


“So he nolongin me sir, fitting me in disturbed thugs.” Kinanti so remembered how Demian who had suddenly come to save her.


Between happy and sad because Demian came at the right time. Happy that someone saved him but sad that Demian is currently injured.


“The present day goers are getting bolder. They do not hesitate to attack their victims in broad daylight like this,” said the angkot driver.


“Iya Pak.”


“Pak, this how much longer do we get to the hospital?” Kinanti was getting restless. The scarf he was wearing was full of blood to cover Demian's nose and mouth.


“Now a minute. About two hundred meters more.”


Kinanti noticed the angkot speedometer. He reckons with this kind of speed he will be in less than five minutes.


Sure enough, not until five minutes, angkot arrived at the hospital. Kinanti went down first and asked for help from medics. Demian was immediately removed from the angkot and transferred to the blankar. Some medics took him straight into the IGD room.


“Adek register first here.” A security man directs a Kinanti.


“Good, Sir.” Kinanti immediately moved to the patient registration desk.


“Is there a patient identity?” ask the registration officer.


“There, Bu.” Kinanti quickly gave Demian's student card. Luckily the wallet is on Kinanti so there is no difficulty to take care of registration.


“Bu sorry, we are still students. I also don't have any contact with Demian's parents. Can you please contact the school to inform their parents?” pinta Kinanti without hesitation.


“Sure, we will try to help. Thank you for reminding,” said the registration officer.


“Iya Ma'am. Same as I want some of these documents, can I help?” I wrote a few things on paper.


“Good, I'll ask to see a doctor. Which part of the adek body is injured?”


“My hand and my shoulder.” Kinanti rolled up her blazer arm slightly to show the bruises from the thugs' punches.


“Well, later adek also checked by doctor ya.”


“Good, Bu.”


The registration process for Demian and Kinanti did not last long. Both are examined in the IGD with different inspection processes.


“Adek has a guardian? Because the visa for children must be accompanied by guardian permission,” ask the doctor who examined Kinanti.


“Good. But later the results of his visa to be conveyed to the parents adek ya.” The doctor finally agreed.


"Nice doc."


Actually, he was amazed by this young girl. He is so smart about what he has to do. Although his face looks still frightened but he still tried to look calm.


Of course, Kinanti had often faced her problems alone. If he acted spoiled, who would protect him if not himself?


It is true that sometimes a person is matured not by age but by the experiences and difficulties he has faced.


Kinanti conducts checks in the ER room. He was only one room apart with Demian. His friend was being treated for his injuries and was being examined on his internal organs, worried that something was bad.


The examination for Kinanti runs about half an hour. He checked Demian's condition into the examination room.


“Patients have completed the examination and treatment. We will immediately move the patient to the treatment room to rest,” explained a doctor who handles Demian.


“Good, thank you doc.”


Demian was transferred to the treatment room, according to the doctor who examined him, Demian will be left to rest in the treatment room. In his left hand was attached infusion and injuries on his body were also treated.


Kinanti sat for a while beside Demian's bed. He looked at his friend who was asleep because of the influence of drugs.


He felt very guilty for putting Demian in this condition. If only Demian hadn't come, maybe this teenager wouldn't have been hurt.


“Sorry I'm Demian,” said Kinanti fully regretted. He looked at Demian's face covered in wounds and plaster at the corners of his lips and temples.


Demian did not chim in, it seemed like the teenager was completely asleep.


Kinanti let Demian rest for a while. After Demian regained consciousness, he promised that he would thank the teenager. After feeling enough, he chose to wait outside with some paper that he looked at in his grasp.


Half an hour passed, the Demian family still did not come. Kinanti decided to approach the nurse who served in the nurse station.


“Excuse me Mom, has our school contacted?” Kinanti ventured to ask, because until now no Demian family had come.


“Already on Deck, his family is on their way to the hospital. They just got back from out of town.”


“Oh, yes. But ma'am, may I ask you to take care of my friend for a moment? I have to go out first, there is something I have to take care of.”


“Bby. The patient is being monitored and is being allowed to rest. If there is any business, please. We will take good care of it.”


“Still Mom. This is my mobile number yes Mom, if there is anything please contact me immediately.”


Kinanti gave a piece of paper containing her phone number.


“Good. Calm down, nothing will happen. The patient's condition is stable. So you should also pay attention to the condition of adek. Don't get sick even.” The nurse looked at Kinanti worriedly.


“Thank you Mom, for your attention. Excuse me first,” said that Kinanti was taken by the nurse.


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