Indonesia's pov
We were devastated. What happened to Oslo was a tragedy.
He is alive though, for now.
He just can't move, talk, eat or drink properly.
Seeing Helsinki in this way broke my heart. I want to help, but I'm not sure what I can do.
We were sitting all together in the main office. Berlin wanted us. He said that it is important.
For one moment I thought it would be for the plan of the heist, but It can't be. Professor is always making these announcements. So it must be something else.
"What do you think he wants?" Nairobi whispered to me.
"I don't know, but I hope it's important, for his own sake. Things are bad, we don't have time for childish behavior." I answered her back.
We were all sitting in silent, then Berlin showed up after a few minutes and sat down at the table top.
I couldn't understand anything from his expressions.
"The truth is, that a lot have happened the past weeks. No one ever said it would be easy, we can't always have the control in our hands. I hope Oslo is okay and I want to believe that sooner or later he will be with us again. As I got the chance to talk about Oslo, Nairobi saw me earlier in my office, doing something unusual." he started saying and then he got up and opened the cupboard.
He was holding a small bag. He pulled out three injections.
"These are the reasons why I am still alive." he said and sat down again.
They all looked at each other shocked.
I knew about his disease, after all his is my uncle. I'm not that close to him as I am with Professor though.
"Pretty weird huh? Years ago I was diagnosed with Helmer's Myopathy. There is no cure for it, only one hundred people actually had this on earth, so that makes me feel unique." he said with a small smile. I must admit, that I had forgot his illness.
I felt bad though back then and still do. You may think I hate him but I don't. Not even close.
Professor and him, are half brothers. Same mother, different father. My dad and Berlin were biological brothers, from the same parents. Berlin was from the very first start not a big fan for women. It all started from my grandmother. When she left her first husband for another man, they told me that it broke him. When she got married to him and then had Professor something had changed for him. He loved Professor and so did my father.
When my father passed away, I hadn't seen Berlin in months. He blamed my mother for everything, he thought that she was a monster. Well he wasn't wrong. After my mother left me too, and I grew up with them, he wasn't paying so much attention to me. He didn't want me to call him uncle. It was just a stupid title, that's what he had told me.
There were times when he was so sweet and a caring person to me and others when he compared me to my mother, he was calling me a disaster and that hurt a lot. But I knew and still do, that he didn't mean anything. He was hurt and maybe he still is.
"People hate me, you hate me and trust me I don't give a damn. That's my style, that's who I am. I have enjoyed the life and still do, because that's what matters in the end. If you die young, made sure that you have lived hard. I am arrogant, narcissistic and deemed to be a psychopath by my crew, but I am shown to be extravagantly elegant, professional and charming don't you think? I am calm, patient as well as eloquent and play mind games. Yes that's me, but at least I'm real." he finished his speech.
