Bucin Police
Episode 39's

I kept racing in steps, even though it felt like my two legs had no more remnants of strength to hold on. After coming out of the wolf bars, I went straight down the rat path that connected me with a field.

The wide field looks like an arena for playing golf and several other types of sports. The sun has not yet ascended its throne. Although the yellow weasel has been faintly visible in the eastern horizon, but the light has not been able to illuminate the universe.

I continued to walk even though it looked shaky, until finally my journey reached the end of the field. I blinked for a moment, staring at a perfectly parked vehicle at the end of the road. My vague view of the catcher of the existence of a man standing-leaning on the vehicle.

"Ibram ...!" I murmured softly, then added my steps to achieve the goal.

Do you remember this young man?

Yes, before he was my subordinate while still serving in Polresta, this city. It has a high stature of about one hundred and seventy centimeters, with a tapered face like those of Hindi.

After seeing me who was only five meters away from his leaning position, Ibram immediately straightened up and smiled at this self. Of course, I did something similar to respond.

However, when I was about to step foot, my whole body felt numb, then just fell, like an unconscious person.

Ah, suck!

I'm still trying to keep getting up, but it feels so heavy. It was as if a load weighing many tons was tied to both feet.

"Commander ...!" peeking Ibram.

Seeing that my condition had suddenly collapsed like I had lost control, Ibram deftly ran, probably intending to help me stand up.

But I am helpless again. My consciousness slowly vanished as it did seeing fireflies, flying to and fro around this head.

...***...

My eyes blinked many times-conditioning the view-because it had just awakened from dreamland. The atmosphere of the room looks all white glistening, with a hose hanging beside me at this time.

I know what this place is ...!

Actually I feel fine, but because I have not received food intake for a long time, my body lacks nutrients. My energy has been drained away just to hold on for the past week. I don't know, what has possessed myself, so it is not the slightest bit willing to swallow the food they feed me while still wrapped around the rope.

FLECKISH

From the slit of the door leaf that was scattered, there appeared to be a middle-aged man, who I believe is the doctor who handled me. Her steps were followed by a female nurse and Ibram on the next sequence-throwing a grateful smile at me.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Huda!" he said, as if he was telling me how long I had been wandering in my subconscious.

I smiled in response without saying anything. Because my lips still feel very muddy and all the muscles that are netted in my body are very stiff.

The doctor pointed at a flashlight and widened my eyes in turn, after asking my permission.

"There is no deep trauma. I'll make sure that your psychic condition is fine" he said, tuning faster the infusion water droplets that run a bit slower, entering my body. Meanwhile, the nurse took on the role of recording the entire doctor's dialogue, which stated about my recent condition.

Sure, I'm fine. I just need the intake to recover the energy. Not a mental illness!

"It just takes time" he said, writing something down. "May your condition recover soon, Commander. Excuse me first." He smiled kindly, then left me with his assistant.

After the doctor left, Ibram stepped closer and stood beside the mattress, then handed me a light brown map. "The commander must have wondered, how could I have been there so early." He explained it first, as if he were reading my mind. I am sure he dared to discuss the events that have passed, after listening to the doctor's explanation of my condition.

I slowly tried to open the map, which turned out to contain my phone and wallet.

"Someone sent it to me, and wrote me a message to pick you up there early in the morning." He still looked at me as if his gaze was implying something.

"But, Ndan, I'm still wondering why you could be there, in such appalling conditions."

I just flinch to listen to his chatter that every sentence contains a mystery for me as well.