The Plan Of Masked Man
Medicine and Wine

The tiredness of waiting and the physical strength drained away made his eyes dim, no matter how many times his lips evaporated endlessly. Slowly his consciousness moved into the dreamland. Dreams that make his drowsiness stronger.

Awake Icha. Let go of your search! I'm willing to donate my heart to you. My bed is alive in the mortal world and I am calm in the realm of the soul.

Promise me, find my love gone out. Light a candle in her heart, please help Icha. Love my Prince with my heart.

"Who are you? A heart? What do you mean? And him! Who is he?" cecar Icha massaged the base of his nose.

"I'm your search. I am the answer to your anxiety. I am karma for your father. I am the Asthma."

Duuuuurr....

The sound of an explosion with a great vibration made Icha's body roll over from the top of the bed and hit the corner of the mini closet. "Gosh it hurts."

Icha repeatedly blinked her eyes. But the basement was still cocoa even though it had just been shaken with a great vibration. Something flowed from the temple, making Icha touch and poke the flowing warm liquid. "Blood."

Sreeet... (Icha ripped the shirt inside the jacket)

Buug...

Blum had Icha bandage the wound at the temple, something fell from above. Icha vigilantly picked up a block of wood behind her seat. The fallen figure, slowly woke up from the face down position. " What do you want?"

Gluudak. (the wooden beam just came off).

"It's nothing!" refute Icha averted her eyes.

"Is something wrong?" asked the figure by touching his face.

Icha remained silent and refused to look at him. "Hey come on, don't ignore me!"

"Can you find something to cover it up for you!" icha's great-grandson was almost inaudible.

"Hurry now!" icha orders and closes his face tightly.

Five minutes passed...

"It should be treated immediately. Hold it a little bit ok" said Bryant taking a medicine box and a bottle of wine.

Obviously the two items were contradictory, making Icha resist Bryant's hand movements. The sharp glances of Icha's eyes, made Bryant understand the contents of the woman's head in front of him. "Drink one lid only! This will ease your pain, sorry that there's only potluck."

"My wounds are quite cleansed and the medicine is red! Why drink all wine!" touch Icha in an uncomfortable tone.

Bryan shifted Icha's body without permission, almost making Icha jump and kick him. Fortunately Bryan's hand was strong and could hold Icha's body to stay seated. "Not for your temple! But for the wound on your leg."

Icha's eyes stared at her own feet. The color of the blood that dries, immediately the pain comes back. Before there was no excessive pain. "Is my consciousness awake?"

"Drink!" Bryan opened the wine and poured a bottle cap for Icha.

Gleek..

One sip of wine made it through Icha's esophagus, a hot sensation with a pungent aroma. Slowly there were fireflies flying around him, as if fireflies were partying without permission. "My head is race..."

Bruug.. Greeb's...

"Sleep. You are too far down into the bottomless abyss. Your heart will not be ready for the ultimate truth." said Bryant and held Icha.

Bryant's exact steps toward the corner of the basement, a miniature camera handycam rotated 36 degrees.

Kreteek...

The sound of the wall shifted, making Bryant continue his journey by holding Icha-style rice sacks. Until the end stopped and someone sat quietly on top of the jeep car. "All the same as we planned. Now what?"