SURVIVORS
Chapters 161. Leon
In a clean and spacious room. A young man conversed with an old man while occasionally looking at a weakly rolled body full of bandages. Even his face did not escape from the burns.
"alright. Do the best you can."
The man turned his head once more to the bed, then stepped away. The old man then spoke to someone else, then left as well.
The man prepared the medicine instructed by the old man. He had to take good care of this unknown woman.
What an interesting woman. Although her skin was blistered, but when she helped replace the clothes, she knew this unknown woman had good skin. The colors are brighter than the people in this country. His eyes are unique too. Which country is he from? The little waiter seemed to have no idea of the vastness of the world.
Just as the medicine was finished concocting, the old man returned.
"The medicine is done?" Ask the old man.
"It's a healer" replied the maid.
"Bring here" said the physician.
He sat on the side of the bed. The female waiter carries a tray with 2 bowls that look different in content. There's a spoon there too. The tray is placed on a small table near the healer.
"Lift his body a little" the healer commanded the servant.
The woman's maid sits on the side of the patient's head. The upper body of the woman fainted and leaned on her body. The patient's head is weakly drooping to the side.
"Help open his mouth."
The physician held a spoon filled with medicine in his right hand. His servant helped open the patient's mouth slightly so that the medicine could enter. The physician feeds the liquid medicine in the dock into the patient's mouth. Not long after, the patient coughed. His eyes glare.
Uhukk..
He tried to cough hard so that his throat became relieved from the bitter taste that was so sticky.
But the healer thrust a small bowl of bitter medicine into his presence. He nodded, refusing to drink.
"You should drink this if you want to get well soon." The cold healer's orders.
The waiter forced open the mouth of a patient who was too weak to rebel. Finally the bowl of extremely bitter medicine ran out into his stomach.
"Damn it, what is this drug? it was bitter and my stomach was burning."
Silvia wriggled down onto the bed, holding onto her aching stomach. The burning sensation then gives the sensation of nausea that is increasingly difficult to contain.
When Silvia was about to vomit, the maid seemed to know. He was ready with a container to hold the vomit. Silvia took out all the bitter liquid from her stomach.
After nothing else could be removed, Silvia again lay weak. Weaker than ever. His face was pale and sweating as big as corn kernels. His body feels cold.
"Cold sweating is like the sensation of wanting to vomit. But there's nothing else I can spit out." Silvia muttered weakly.
The maid approached her with a damp cloth and wiped the vomit marks from her mouth. Silvia did not react. But when his body was put back in, he was anxious again.
'I'll be checked for any more drugs this time?' thought desperate. His body is completely powerless. Like a toy doll without power.
"Your stomach is clean. Ready for this medicine. Let's drink."
The physician thrust another spoonful of medicine in front of Silvia. The waiter helped open his mouth. A spoonful of the medicine slid through the throat freely.
"It feels cold" Silvia murmured. His eyes flickered in disbelief.
"You must love the taste. Now spend this." The doctor puts the rest of the medicine in the bowl.
Silvia drank it voluntarily. The drug removes all the stinging sensations, burning heat and nausea that make him break out in cold sweat. Now the hull is calm and cold.
The medicine is over. The waiter laid his body a little high with a pillow on his back.
The waiter went with his tray and his vomit place. The doctor smiled, then checked the pulse of his hand.
Silvia could feel her body warm up. The cold sweat is gone. 'This is better' her inner self.
"In addition to hunger, lack of fluids and burns and some bruises turning blue, you basically have no other disease. You're very healthy. So I'll focus on healing your burn so as not to leave a bad mark."
"So go through your treatment process patiently here. You'll be a new human once you get out of here." The doctor said confidently.
"Who helped me?" ask Silvia.
"Ah, a rich master. You'll meet him after he recovers. So you can thank him yourself. He's willing to finance the treatment of people he finds on the street, it's very hard to find people like that." The doctor looked amazed.
"An hour you can eat. You need energy. Now rest." The physician got up and left the room.
Silvia took her rest time well. He closed his eyes for a moment and immediately fell asleep.
The waiter came in with a tray of food. He hears a smooth and regular snoring from the patient. Put the tray on the table. He looked at the face that was starting to color happily.
"Miss, wake. Your food is ready."
Feeling her hand shake, Silvia woke up. He saw the waitress sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Time to eat."
Plus a pillow on Silvia's back to make her position more comfortable. Silvia. The waiter began to feed him the porridge slowly.
'It feels good' Silvia's inner.
Throw a bowl in the hand of the servant. It looked like a diluted chicken porridge that was also mixed with small pieces of vegetables. That's good for digestion that's been days not filled. Silvia ate voraciously. The waiter was happy to see the food he made was spent quickly.
"This porridge is so good. Thanks." Silvia politely.
"This is your drink. I leave it here" he said before taking the empty tray and bowl away.
Silvia glanced at the cup on the table. A glass of water soaking dates.
"Hemm.a glass of energy-boosting drink."
Silvia took a sip of the drink. His face looked satisfied. Then she leaned back on the pillow.
"What about the rest of the team? Are they being helped by passers-by too?"
The memory of his friends made him come back sad.
"I have to get well soon, in order to find them." Silvia was determined.
Silvia made some planning for the steps she would take later after she finished her treatment. First and foremost, thank the man who helped her.
*****
A man was rolled weakly on an old wooden cot, in a straw hut that was no less old. The man coughed as he occasionally grimaced as the hand of a young woman applied a blackish-green medicine on the torn wound on his stomach.
After the process of administering the medicine was completed, the girl thrust the pottery bowl.
"Medicine," he said stiffly.
The man received the bowl of medicine and drank it to the end. 3 days he was only fed grilled fish and very unpleasant medicine. But seeing the girl taking care of him with great difficulty, he did not want to be spoiled or protest. He was grateful to have been rescued by the fisherman girl while floating in the middle of the ocean.
"Hi. My name is Leon. How should I call you?" Greet Leon warmly.
Leon had been talking to her since the beginning. But the girl did not answer a word. Never even wanted to mention his name.
"alright. If you don't want to say your name, let me call you Jane. Okay?" Leon's not out of his mind.
The girl did not respond. He stood up and walked out of the cottage.
"Well.." Leon exhaled to throw his regret.
"What about the rest of the team? Is there anyone as lucky as me to be helped?"
"As I recall, the ocean was vast. After our boat collided, we scattered in different directions. The last sound I heard was Indra's scream to reach for the floating wooden boat. After that, we followed the waves. If it wasn't for that piece of boat board, I would have drowned in the ocean already" he murmured with a horrified look.
"Aakhhhh!"
There was a scream from outside the cottage. Leon turned his head. But no more did the girl's voice sound.
"Lena! What's up?" Shouts from the cottage. There's no answer.
"Ah, stupid me. Even in front of me he won't talk but say your medicine ."
Leon didn't hear any sound from outside the cottage. It's an unusual silence. He was worried something was happening and the girl might need his help.
Seok-seok Leon walked out of the cottage. The place is quiet. It looks like a fish smoke puffing. The salt field is silent.
"Where's the girl?"
Leon walked towards the salt fields. He looked at the lines from the salt fields heading towards the house. Leon suspects. Trudgingly he sped up the steps towards the girl's house. The door opened a little. He could hear the sound of struggle inside.
Prangg! The sound of broken things.
Leon can't wait anymore. He was expecting a wooden shovel propped against the wall of the house. Then he kicked the door open.
He saw the girl resisting and refusing to be harassed under the piercing of the big and rude man.
Prosecutor!
Leon clapped the man on the back with a wooden shovel. The man was surprised and looked back. I didn't think there was anyone else in that place. He turned to face Leon.
"Who are you?" shouted rough.
"I am his guardian. You can't act all you want here." Reply Leon confidently.
"Basic ******. You saved another guy when I left, huh?" A slap floated up and the woman fell to the floor. His body trembled in fear.
"Stop!" shouted Leon furiously.
"I'm her husband. I'll take care of him first, then it's your turn." The man approached his wife who was huddled on the floor.
Leon was surprised to not expect to hear those words. He had almost retreated when he again saw the vile deeds of the man in front of him.
"What kind of husband are you. That's just for your wife? Release her!" Leon's anger peaked to see the man beat his wife in a row while forcing his will.
"Stick you!"
Prosecutor!
Leon hit the wooden shovel again in his hand. This time the man's head was targeted. Blood is pouring. The man fell face down on his wife's body lying on the floor half conscious.
Leon pulled the big man's body. Pushing him to the side. He took a piece of cloth to cover the woman's body. He lifted the half-conscious woman onto the bed. Let it be there. He had to clean up the man first.
The man walked out of the room. He took her to his cabin. Door's closed. Then there was only the screams and scolding of a Leon and the thumping sound from inside.
Half an hour later, the straw cottage went back into silence.
*****