(Not) My Crown Ruler
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The couple ran down the hospital hallway. Heading to the ICU where Luke Edgar Davis is being treated. From a distance, I sayuk the sound of shouting, mockery, and a very clear swearing from one of the rooms there. Looks like Luke's on a rampage.

Anisa and Louis arrive in front of the ICU. Anisa who had been running while being held in her hand by Louis then stopped her steps. Making a handsome man look westernized then turned towards the woman.

"What's wrong?" ask Louis.

"Louis, I'll just wait here, yes," said Anisa who seemed hesitant to meet Luke.

Louis was silent for a moment. He then smiled wryly while nodding at Anisa.

Yeah, he knows how Anisa feels. Maybe the woman was still a little afraid if she met the twin. Because after all, the man had already incised a deep enough wound to lead to trauma for the beautiful woman. Anisa chooses to wait in front of the ICU room door. He peeked out of a square-shaped glass that was on the door of the room. While Louis now appears to enter the room, approaching Luke who looks hysterical.

"GO ALL OF YOU, ANJEEENK..! TURN MY LEG! THE CAVE DOES NOT WANT TO BE DEFORMED! BANGS*T YOU ALL! TURN MY LEG!!!" the man shouted while ransacking his patient's bed. The infusion in his hand even came loose, making blood flow from the back of his hand. Glasses, medicine, and some other objects on the nightstand fell scattered on the floor.

Louis looked at his sister.

"GUE DON'T WANT A CACAAATT...!!! TURN MY LEG!!"

"Master, please calm down!!"

"Gue doesn't want to be deformed!!! Turn my legs!!!"

The originally loud voice slowly swallowed. The originally brutal controlled movement of tal was slowly weakening. An injection lodged in one of Luke's arms. The man with a number of wounds on the body slowly began to remain silent. His mouth was not clear. Doctors began to justify Luke's sleeping position to be more comfortable. A nurse appears to be cleaning the dirty floor of a glass and some objects that were broken by Luke. While the other appears to improve the position of the twenty-eight-year-old man's infusion assisted by the doctor.

Louis felt tight. The man walked in a barren step toward his brother.

"Gue didn't want to be deformed," the voice sounded even louder. Those eyes were staring at Louis who was getting closer to Luke. The two men with similar faces looked at each other. Louis moved his hand, touching the face with a bandage wound on that head. A speck of tears dripping down his cheek saw the condition of his sister.

"All will be well" whispered the man so softly withstanding the wound. Thousands of daggers seemed to be stuck in his back and chest. As bad as Luke was, he was still his sister. Sebej*t bej*tnya Luke he is still his brother. Luke and Louis are one. And forever it will stay that way.

"Gue doesn't want to be deformed" said the man again.

The tattooed man's pupils slowly shrank. The man began to make no sound. The effect of the drug that the doctor injects it also works. Luke's asleep. The atmosphere of the room was again conducive.

Louis' tears came back unstoppable. The man cried without a sound. He rubbed the clear liquid. As if I don't want to look weak.

Setragis is the story of a pair of identical twins. Louis, the great, loving Louis, must now see his brother lying on the bed with only one foot. God has lowered his karma. Teaching Luke a lesson that seemed so stupid all along. Louis is really tight. Honestly, he did not have the heart to see the fate of his sister.

Is there any regret and repentance from Luke after this. Please, I don't know where the bad character from inside Luke came from. But as a brother, Louis always prayed, may there be a single crack in Luke's heart that he could touch. So that his twin brother could become a better person after this.

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Meanwhile, it was still in the same building at a different point. A taxi stopped right in front of the hospital building. Put down a figure of a man with a thick coat who looks down behind his hoodie.

The man, who appeared to be mysterious, walked into the hospital lobby. There's no sound. Without looking. He looked down as if he did not want to interact with others.

The man, Betrand, walked into the ICU, where he knew a woman he loved was being treated. Her footsteps are wide. His eyes looked straight ahead. Mimic her face flat. There was no smile or other expression that the man showed.

The man arrived in front of the ICU. Again, without a sound, the man gazed into the room through a clear, square-shaped glass that was on the door of the patient room with that special treatment.

Spotlight Betrand's unreadable eyes. He just remained expressionless looking at the beautiful woman with some medical aids lying weakly on the bed of the room.

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"We should be happy today" he said.

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