Deathless World

Chapter 3

I scrambled and tried to get the gun with my uninjured hand, but she stepped his heel over it and pressed it harder until I groaned in pain. This shit is really getting into my nerves. Wht the hell Kenzo chose her as my match?

Kenzo...

I remember the knife Kenzo slid into my waistband on my back right before this fight, I strained my left arm, coercing it to lift itself and forget about the pain, pressure and tension that had built after I got stabbed, I feebly lifted my arm and get enough strength to hold and lunge the knife at her leg.

I don't know what happened next, my sight starting to get blurry as I saw blood rushing down through her stabbed right leg and I sighted the knife, I desperately get into my back, in her wound. Did I do it? I sighed and finally fell my head down on the floor; facedown. My sight went black and it feels like I am out of my consciousness.

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A light tried to get into my eyes, peeping slightly between my eyelids. I groaned as I felt a pain shrieking into my left stabbed arm. I tried to move my right hand but another chunky pain distorted my face to wince a little, drawing a crease between my eyebrows. I feel my body dancing with the pain, it feels like I jumped off of the building but managed to live my life. I am too tired and too hurt.

I opened my eyes slowly, seeing a white room with a white drapery dangling on the window, that I think, on owm my perception, is to block the ray of the sun that inevitably will invade the room most especially at this period of time. Like I don't get its use when all light are blowing way brighter than the ray of sun that could possibly enter. Omniscient are just this too stupid not to learn how to conserve energy even they're using solar power instead of electricity.

I shifted my head to the side, seeing a small pole standing next to my bed with a plactic bag hung on top of it. Inside the bag is a transparent liquid that where the edge of the hose is connected into. I saw the other edge of the hose connected into a needle that's inserted into my vein right on the back of my left palm.

I also noticed a wad of gauzes been rolled around my wound. Some blood were arching to come out but gauze sipped them and prisoned them so blood won't spill out.

Hospital bed, hospital sheets, hospital pillows, hospital scent... it makes me feel nauseating. I hate being in hospital. The scent and sight of it kills and suffocates me.

The doorknob clicked open, and I hurriedly shut my eyes tightly close just enough to make them think I'm not acting asleep, when I am.

Two doctors went in, with their ballpen, clip board with some papers been clipped into it. Also, their stethoscope hung in their nape down nearly to their chest, they're wearing their white coat with their mask and pale blue gloves. I suddenly saw a vision of scientists who are on the lab, trying to mix chemicals, and injecting it to humans laying into their metal table. Some are using computers and as if studying how they will control brain by finding something that will stop it from thinking for itself.

They forced my left eyelid to open, by placing two fingers between my lid. They flashed my eye with a light from a ballpen-size flashlight and my eye twitches.

"She's awake" The Doctor, who flashed a light into my eye, said. I snorted and opened my eyes like I never prentend.

"She's doing fine. No serious wounds." The other doctor said.

They both nodded to me and soon stormed out. Why the hell did they still connect me to this hose when I'm all fine?

Images of my parents suddenly popped out into my mind, they dressed like those scientists I saw on my head a little while ago as I saw those two doctors that resembled them. Are they with them?