44 - Shoved

One of his hands is on the side of his abdomen, preventing blood from re-flowing.

"Dear Mr..."

He couldn't open his eyes to stare at the Nun's face in front of him. He is tired and needs to rest to replenish his strength. It wasn't simply the waterfall he'd climbed previously. He didn't lose consciousness, which was a good thing, but Satan gradually stole his power in exchange for it.

"We need to bring you to the hospital, Mr.." You'll bleed and-

"G-go away..." he muttered.

But as it got closer to him, she noticed his side bleeding. Zerus had no choice but to open his eyes. Their gazes locked on the nun in front of him, who had a worried expression on her face.

"Y-you?"

"Do you know who I am?" She asked, surprised.

He did not respond. When the pain in his wound subsided, he chose to keep silent. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. Oh, damn! He needed to remove the bullet from his side. He grabbed for the knife he'd placed in the little container, whose only liquid was nearly blood-colored.

"What are you planning to do?"

He examined his wound. He could see a lot of blood on his hand thanks to the light from the lamp. He shoved the point of the knife into his side wound for the second time.

"Mister, what you're doing is risky. I'll help you!" she whispered as she reached for the knife he was holding.

He simply looked at it and urged it not to get in the way of what he was about to do. It is allowed to watch him, but it is not allowed to aid him. When he said he could, he meant it.

"You're going to bleed for what you're doing!"

"W-will you kindly stop talking?"

She remained mute, unsure what to do while he chased his breath. He underwent a painful operation on himself, but it was worse. He was used to being injured, and his personality was numb.

He handed the knife to the woman after severing the side so that his finger could enter and retrieve the bullet. The nun next to him did a sign of the cross, and it was she who wiped the sweat off his forehead. He does not scream in pain. Zerus was almost out of breath as he bit the towel. He is weak, but he will soon be able to extract the bullet.

"Oh, my God!"

He closes her eyes. He could hear the woman speaking to her God over and over again. There is no God who can save his soul today, just he.

When he extracted the bullet, he screamed in pain. His hand trembled as he placed the bullet in the container. His hand was covered in blood, and his hand wavered for the second time as he reached for the alcohol. He screamed as he poured all of the alcohol on his wound. He endured the pain until he tied it up to stop the flow of blood.

He drew a deep breath and felt relieved after wrapping her waist. He gently leaned against the enormous chunk of rock and was sucked by the darkness till he was unaware that he had lost consciousness. The last thing Zerus heard was the woman's shrill wail, which he had forgotten about for two years.

WHEN Zerus opened his eyes, he beheld a white environment. He was taken aback to learn that he was in the hospital. He immediately sprang up and grabbed and pulled out the syringe that was hooked to his hand. When his sight met the outside of the window, he grimaced.

"I'm glad to see you awake."

He instantly pointed his finger at the individual who had come unexpectedly. There he discovered he didn't have a gun in his hand. He was used to always holding his one and only friend. He lowered his hand and turned to face the visitor. He calmed down for a moment and stared at it for a long time. He reads to see if the intentions are good and there is nothing bad to do. He does not flatter the contours of a person's face or clothes. Because he, too, is a reader.

"Where am I?"

"You're in the church. Don't move too much, and-" It was a surprise to discover that there was no syringe attached to his hand. "I'll just call Sister Blessy, Son," she shook her head as she turned to face him. "I'm going to leave you for a bit."

He did not nod. He shifted his sight to the window. He guesses if he's in church or in jail. When he noticed women strolling outdoors with white veils on their heads, he let out a heavy sigh.

"Mister! You supposedly not to remove the-"

Zerus eyes widened as he noticed the approaching visitor. He never forgot the name of the nun he saw again.

Blessy...

When their gazes met, the room became silent. He first recovered from his surprise. She instantly approached him and help him from putting back the IV fluid, but he withdrew the girl's hand. He is not disabled and cannot remain in this hard bed.

"Your wound is still fresh, and you require a long rest. It will hurt to move, and your side wound may become infected."

"I need to get out of here."

"But-"

"Are you deaf? I stated that I needed to go. The more I stay here, the closer I come to death. I am not a fool to stay in this church!"

It didn't budge. When he looked down and she didn't say anything else, he felt sorry about his attitude. He was carried away by anger.

"I'm... I'm sorry." Fuck! I said, What?

She smiled as she looked up. And now he expresses his crazy affections for the girl.

"It's all right. In the few months I've been at this church, I've learned to adapt to it, and it's typical for someone like you to come here. So, please, Mister, 'don't be stubborn. Allow your body to rest."

He had no idea what was in her voice, but he agreed with her. He nodded slowly and returned to lying down. He no longer protested on leaving the area and let her to put the syringe he despised the most in his life into him once more.