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10 years later*
The icy winter air bit at my cheeks as I stepped outside the hospital, a soft, smoky breath escaping my lips. My phone rang, breaking the silence. It was my assistant, Misha.
"Hello?" I asked. Loud, chaotic noises echoed from the other line, telling me instantly that she was in trouble. I sighed.
"Y/N! Help me! The surgery is difficult, I need yo—" I cut her off. "Kk, calm down. Where's the surgical operation?" Misha replied, "In the fourth floor." I didn't bother to answer her back and turned off my phone, hurriedly stomping my feet again to get inside the hospital.
I'm a successful doctor now. At the age of 22, I graduated from a special class and managed to rank up my position by becoming a surgeon.
After escaping my tragic past, I am now a hero who's saving many lives of other people. Being a doctor was not my dream, but because of him, it became my dream. He's the reason why I keep going on and living my life to the fullest, even though I find it colorless. Since he couldn't continue his life anymore, I continue mine for him. I miss him.
The other nurses and doctors bowed their heads as I passed them by. I just smiled a bit as a reply for their respect. I entered the elevator and pinched the fourth floor button. After a minute, I already arrived and stepped out, making my way to the surgical room.
Misha waved her hands to me as I entered the room. I grabbed a mask and gown before wearing them. I also put on gloves on both of my hands, took the scalpel from the table, and began the work.
The patient was shot in the lower part of his torso. If I am not careful, his organs will be damaged by my movements along with the scalpel. So, what I did was choose the smallest knife and a puller. Setting aside his open organs, I gently entered the puller to pull out the bullets.
The three nurses were trembling in front of me, so I gave them a sign to get out of my sight because they were distracting me. They didn't blink once and hurriedly stepped aside, to where I couldn't see even a glimpse of their gowns.
I carefully breathed out and slowly pulled the bullet off from his sliced organs. Thankfully, it was successful. When the patient could no longer feel a metal aspect in his body, he fell unconscious because he was now calmed down.
"Arrange the patient in a clean room and inject him with an analgesic so he can rest properly." I didn't glance at Misha as I noted those words, taking off all the garments of surgical matter.
"Yes, doc." Misha bowed and kept herself busy by attending to the sleeping patient.
All of the crew who were in charge of the surgery bowed their heads low and thanked me for helping them. After saying welcome, I got myself out of the hospital again because I still had plans to do.
Entering a small bouquet shop, I bought a big orchid flower that has a similar eye color as mine and his... haha, I better visit him this night. It's been a while since I last caressed his tomb. Iza-nii might get mad.
When I strode by, I saw a couple having fun together with their two kids. They have a baby boy and a baby girl, good for them... and when they kissed, I shyly turned my head away and acted like I didn't see that. (Edi sanaol)
"How are you, Iza-nii?" I asked into the air, trying to fix the beautiful flower I bought on the side of his tomb. "I miss you. Do you miss me, too?" I felt like an idiot doing this and felt embarrassed when an individual walked past, but who cares? It's none of their business anyway.
"I really miss you, Iza-nii." "I miss your hugs and kisses." "I miss the way you call me princess." "I miss your voice." "I miss everything about you." My voice cracked. It's already been ten years, but I still, and will never, accept his death.
"Iza-nii, I'm sorry if I walked in the wrong path." I bet he's disappointed in me, seeing his little sister like this while he's resting above.
"But as long as I have Kakucho and Mikey, I'm fine, so don't worry, k?" I wiped the remaining tears and stood up, gazing my eyes up at the sky to admire the shining stars, thinking that my late older brother is one of them. "So beautiful."
"And I will be beautiful like them too, if he only never saved me." Right. A certain person that I completely erased from my heart saved my life. If I had only died back on that day, then I wouldn't have to behold this broken future I'm having right now. Kakucho being a criminal, Mikey being depressed and also becoming the king of criminals... sighed, sane people will think of this as a nightmare.
But what matters to me is that they are alive and enjoying their lives. Well, sometimes Mikey is having some health issues because he couldn't sleep properly, but I'm a doctor, so he's fine all the time because I would cure him immediately. My phone beeped, meaning I received a message from someone... opening it, I saw Mikey's name and immediately tapped the message to read it.
From Manjiro: "Kakucho was shot at the shoulder, while Ran has small injuries. Cure them if you're free in time." Palming my face, it knitted into a worried expression after reading his message.
Kaku-chan got himself hurt again, and Ran? Tsk, I don't care. "Bye, Iza-nii, love you." I patted his tomb and rushed my feet to the car, driving the wheels and heading it to the Bonten's hideout. I am not just a normal doctor who's working in a common hospital consortium... my real agenda is being Bonten's private and personal doctor.
I'm also a criminal too, y'know? But hey, haha, I don't do killings because angels don't slay.
Right, I'm a hero, yet also a vermin.
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