MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 37'S
Arkhan walked towards a door and opened it, the door directly connecting with the room. The man entered the room.
“Arrgkh..” a loud groan makes Zalfa spontaneously scatter closer to the source of the sound, he finds Arkhan's body collapsed on the bed. The man tilted his face until Zalfa could reach Arkhan's grimacing face with his eyes closed.
Zalfa involuntarily panicked himself to see Arkhan's condition groaning in pain.
“What should I do?” Zalfa is now on his knees so that his eyes are aligned with Arkhan's eyes.
Unfortunately the man did not open his eyes, his face even paled.
“Take the knife in the drawer!” arkhan said a little unclear due to his voice accompanied by a groan.
Zalfa complied, he opened the first drawer, but found no knife. Then opening the second and third drawers, the knife he found in the fourth drawer.
“What is this knife for?” ask Zalfa.
“Surgical my back, take a bullet in it!” Arkhan's voice was getting weaker.
Zalfa was surprised and confused. How could he possibly do Arkhan's orders? He has absolutely no experience in surgical dissecting.
“We go to the hospital only.” Zalfa's desperate. He was unable to carry out Arkhan's orders. Looking at that wound alone, his body already felt limp. How will he be able to dissect Arkhan's back?
“Do not! I'll stay here. Those who chase us may appear at any time.”
“But I can't do it, Arkhan.”
“You can definitely.”
Zalfa was still fixated on staring at the wound on Arkhan's back. It was precisely the feeling of fret and fear that stirred his heart.
Forced, Zalfa finally aimed the knife at Arkhan's back. But his bead eyes wildly looked around, confused. What steps should he take now? All right, he ripped Arkhan's shirt off and threw it in any direction, now the man's back is plain without layers.
Zalfa bit his lip staring at the wound on Arkhan's back. The blood on Zalfa's body rippled and his organs were limp at the sight of the new wound this time. He also began to perform surgery even though he actually did it on the basis of a sense of not being heartless.
“Arrrgkh Arkhan groaned in pain as the blade began to enter his body.
Zalfa stopped. “No, Arkhan. I can't. You're in pain. What if you die in my hand?”
Ah, what question did Zalfa just ask?
“Continue, Zalfa! Faster better.”
“Nggak.”
“I can die. La.. Do.” Arkhan held Zalfa's hand and clasped the tiny hand firmly as a form of plea. Her eyes were now open and she looked at Cehsy's eyes expectantly.
Looking at Arkhan's increasingly paled face, Zalfa finally continued his work despite a puzzled gesture. As he worked, Arkhan groaned in pain. I don't know what Zalfa was doing, he was tearing up the wound on Arkhan's back, but he didn't find any bullets. Don't the bullet has penetrated the heart, or even hit the spine and stuck there. Ah, Zalfa's mind is getting strange and directionless.
Zalfa finally breathed a sigh of relief when the bullet he managed to eject. Gratitude rained down on his heart because his efforts were not in vain.
“The eggs are out.” Zalfa put the knife to the table. Then look for the medicine box that anyone knows is kept by Arkhan. He found a medicine box inside the drawer, then took out a gauze and pressed the wound on Arkhan's back with gauze. Not to forget, he also pressed the wound strongly so that the daah stopped flowing. Then he wrapped the wound with a bandage.
It was fortunate that Arkhan had complete supplies in his medicine box.
TB