VIEWPOINT

Chapter Seventeen

     I am sleeping peacefully until Trusk comes. He is coming in the infirmary in a fast pace. I wonder what happened. He comes marching heavy steps and throwing everything in his path, even the most important apparatuses in the infirmary. I raise my back against the wall and look at him. He enters the room and kicks the door away.

     “Hey what are you doing!?” Natasha shouts.

    He comes to me. Maybe this is something related to what I did in Dasmarinas City back then. Trusk grabs me by my shirt. My light body rises from the bed.

     “Why did you protect the target?” He asks.

     I really want to laugh now, because his facial expression does not match his statements. I know that a PSS member cannot show emotion, but this is something to laugh about, but I am a PSS member myself so I’ll just hold my laugh.

     “I didn’t protect anyone. I just help the girl to cross the road. It seems dangerous for her.” I answer.

     He grabs my shirt harder. He is not convinced with my response just now. He is still angry. What is the matter with this guy?

     “Irie just died for failing the mission.” He says.

     Failure is unacceptable, one of the rules in the Personal Secret Service. I didn’t expect that someone has to die of something I did. I don’t even know that Irie person.

     “Why do you act like an angry person now? Wanna die?” I say.

     Trusk throws me to the ground. The pain through my shoulder strikes again. It hurts very much my shoulder started to bleed again. The wound opens again. I hold through the wound to place pressure, but still looking up on Trusk.

     Natasha picks my gun beside and points it on Trusk. Trusk looks back at her, positioning the barrel in his forehead.

     “What’s up Doctor? You’re here to save lives, not kill. I know you can’t do that.” Trusk tells Natasha.

     I can feel a tensed look in Natasha’s eyes. She can’t possibly feel nothing after someone in the PSS tells her something like this. This sounds like a threat, especially when Trusk is the one talking. His voice is like an old man’s, very deep and large, complementary to his obese body.

     Trusk goes by the door, but before he exits, he charges to me and kicks me in the floor. Then he continues on his way somewhere. I’m in pain again. But at least they didn’t think that I betray the PSS. They must not learn about Ria and her involvement with the LPM. If they knew it all along, maybe this physician of ours will not even bother tending me here.

     Natasha helps me to stand up from the floor. She places me in the bed and places another set of bandages and some kind of medicine in my left shoulder. She clean my shoulder first as it was stained by my blood.

     I think, Trusk is one of those people who can solve crimes. But this is not something he can handle. Maybe I am thinking too much, my priority right now is to heal, to recuperate.

     “How long will I stay here?” I ask Natasha.

     “Maybe for a few days, four days.” Natasha answers.

     Natasha opens the television. Mike Enriquez, one of the anchors of the GMA’s 24 Oras is in the screen. What a surprise, the news is about the incident that happened in the entrance of De La Salle University Dasmarinas. The report says that there is a shooter but the authorities didn’t find any. There are four people dead, caught by the blast from the destroyed vehicle. Wait, I thought there are seven bodies? Maybe the rest are LPM guys and they were taken before the media arrives. Witnesses say that there are two sides shooting at each other. The other is situated in De La Salle University and they look like they are shooting someone from a distance. There is no motive and no lead. Because of the incident, De La Salle University Dasmarinas suspended its classes for the coming week, in order to give way for the investigation and repairs of the damaged area.