Psychopath Girl The Mafia Boss's Daughter
Part of the memory
"Dark... My head hurts," Lina groaned softly without Samuel realizing. Lina stood more than two meters away from Samuel.
"Why do you feel familiar with this place? Are you a nurse?" ask Samuel then.
"No. I'm sure of that" Lina replied as she squeezed her hair in pain with her right hand holding onto the wall.
"Doctor?"
"It could be," Lina adjusted her breathing slowly as the pain subsided slightly. "I don't handle patients very often. I feel like I have another job."
"You know, there's one job that comes to my mind that could explain your problem in a way that makes sense."
"What's that?" asked Lina while looking.
Lina was a little surprised as soon as she found Samuel already standing very close to her. Samuel bent his body closer to Lina's face with both hands leaning against the wall on the left and right sides of Lina's body. Their eyes meet. Stuck close by, Lina could feel Samuel's breath. Luckily the hallway they were in was now deserted from passersby.
"You are a spy" Samuel whispered.
"Sooking? It's impossible."
"How can you be sure? You don't remember anything. You feel like you're a doctor but you rarely handle patients and on the other hand you feel like you have another job, and you have an enemy who wants you dead. Then what else do you think could connect everything but spies? It's possible you're posing as a doctor to get some important information."
Samuel's words disturbed his mind a little. Is it true that Samuel said he was a spy? There was indeed a handful of his recuperating memories, where he shot someone dead. No. gabe. A doctor should save not kill.
"Can't you just not get too close to me?" Lina tried to push Samuel away. His head was again attacked by pain. It needs more space.
"Why? Don't you like me getting too close to you?"
Instead of staying away, Samuel Mala brought her closer and began to tease Lina. Upset about it. Lina clenched her fists and turned Samuel's stomach as hard as she could.
"Aragh!" pekik. Samuel curled up in pain to his stomach. In his pain, he fell to his knees on the floor.
"Or I'll do that to you," Lina threw away an annoyed face as she walked away.
"You are, what a rude woman."
Just a few steps away, Lina could not help herself anymore to stand up straight. He looked for a grinder on the wall with one hand back to firmly grip his hair while closing his eyes. The pain he experienced this time was more piercing and unstoppable. Slowly his balance shook and finally fainted. Samuel who quickly realized it was timely caught Lina before Lina's body touched the floor.
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The ceiling of the room greeted him as Lina opened her eyes. A little dizzy still he felt. He glanced to the side and saw Samuel and George's personal physician standing by his bed.
"How are you feeling?" ask Samuel. "I had to take you back home because only Pram's doctor knows your condition."
"thank you. I was just a little dizzy, "Lina tried to sit down with Samuel.
"You overwork your brain thinking too hard and end up exhausted. I warned you, it'll make you dizzy. If any faint pieces of memory appear in your head don't force yourself to put them together. Let the memory be self-contained. Just like the morning mist in the mountains. You'll be leftovers if you try to get rid of them but if left unchecked, slowly the fog will disappear by itself."
"He, but the pain is worth it," Lina said puzzling them.
"What do you mean?" ask Samuel.
"I've remembered a part of my past" explained Lina.
"really? What do you remember?" ask Samuel again.
"Where Mr. George?" Lina mala asked back.
"I'm here. What do you need to ask me?" George pushed his wheelchair into Lina's room.
"Trs. George, if you may know. What causes you to be in a wheelchair?" ask George Lina. He changed his sitting position to the edge of the bed to be more free to talk to him.
"Nobody knows, not even the best doctors who have examined my condition know the cause of my paralysis of these two legs. For more than three years I have been in a wheelchair. Why are you asking?"
"May I check it?"
"Wait first. You mean some of your recovered memories, you're a doctor?" asked Samuel to make sure.
"Yes. I remember that I was a doctor, not a spy."
"I'm just guessing. After all, as a doctor, what have you done until someone wants to kill you?" samuel's words were barely heard.
"So you're a doctor. Why do you think you want to check on my condition? I told you, there's been a lot of doctors checking me out but none of them know the cause of my leg paralysis."
"I'm not a regular doctor. Allow me to try, Mr. George."." - George."
"From Velia's gaze he looked very sure," George's inner. "alright. There's no harm in me letting you try."
"First of all I need a set of silver needles. I'll use acupuncture."
"I will ask someone to look for him in the city" Samuel said as he stepped out.
"While waiting. Can you tell us a little from the beginning you were paralyzed, Mr. George?"
"That happened three years ago" George tried to remember. "When I woke up that morning I suddenly couldn't feel my legs anymore."
"Have you ever felt pain in your knee?"
"Ep... Aye." Yeah."
"Did the pain appear when you sit too long and walk far? Over time the pain spreads to the waist. I'm guessing you couldn't walk more than 100m, right?"
George gasped at Lina's exact guess. "Yes. It's all true."
Lina. "Okey, I just wanted to make sure of that."
"This is the silver needle you wanted, Velia," said Samuel, returning to Lina's order.
"Thank you," Lina received a set of silver needles. He sat down on his knees in front of George.
"If you want to use acupuncture, it's not better, Mr. George just lay in bed and.." Doctor Pram did not continue his sentence.
"It's okay, just sit down. And I can still do acupuncture without Mr. George had to take his pants off. I started Mr. George."." - George."
Lina asks for George's approval which is replied by a nod. He took a silver needle and began to prick it at acupuncture points on George's leg.
"If I prick this needle, do you feel anything?" asked Lina on the sidelines she did acupuncture.
"Let's you cut off my leg, I won't feel anything."
"really? How about this one?" Lina punched one last needle.
"Aw!"
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