PREAMBUL; And Now... You're Dead. Again.

Thank God She Coughing

And become bright again.

"Lan...? Eidlan...!"

Eidlan groaned, all kinds of light greeted him. He soon adjusted, unfortunately it was difficult now. His mind wanders into various things. His home destroyed. His siblings probably died or kidnapped or both. Not to mention, he wasn't able to think at all.

"Eidlan! For God's sake, Eidlan Agrasa, wake up! "

Did he just have an accident? Or hurt in the middle of football champion? Is all this just a dream? Is he actually normal?

"Eidlan!" Vasyl shouted again, "EIDLAN AGRASA!"

No. It's all real. Eidlan regained his consciousness, "What...?"

"Oh, my God, you finally wake up!" Exclaimed someone, Grier, in a relieved voice, "you're pale all this time, man! We thought you were dead! "

"Yeah, it's a pity I didn't," Eidlan said, "where's Al?"

"She... Eh..."

Eidlan's heart suddenly feels like it was doused with ice water. His eyes glared open, reflexively trying to stand up, only to realize that he was lying on a bed, hands and feet chained at each end of the bed. It's not an ordinary chain, but a chain that can only be opened with a special tool.

Eidlan stamped his hand, "What the heck?"

He lifted his neck to look around the room. Soft blue and white all over, Grier on his left, right in the middle of the room, while Vasyl right in the left corner. They wear bright bluish-green clothes which look like surgery clothes. In front of all of the boys, there's Alesh, who also wore similar clothes plus a white Kryt and trousers. Alesh's bed is the only bed that equipped with various hoses around it. The hoses are connected to her hands, feet, and body. She also uses a nebulizer, her chest goes up and down along with the entry and exit of a medicine-gas - Or whatever that thing called.

Eidlan read her condition, that girl was only being given various medicines for her breathing, bones, and blood pressure. The drug used is a drug that can help, it's even could make her be more aware and powerful when she wakes up.

That, he thought, is very strange.

"Alesh didn't move since the first day," explained Grier, "she hasn't moved a single inch."

"First day?" Eidlan repeated, "you mean... How many days have we been here?"

"A week," Grier answered, "and during this time both Vasyl and I witnessed what the Scietids were doing. They gave us foods, changed Alesh's hoses every two days and gave her another medicine if the last one was finished, my wounds got treated, and they even feeding you a watery porridge."

"Don't be fooled, that's their way to brainwash us."

"I know. It's just why they didn't kill me? I'm an ordinary human."

Vasyl glared, "They know that I will be more than angry if you got killed."

Vasyl's words followed by the sound of slammed door. About seven scientists rushed in, immediately surround Alesh and change her hoses. She drooped in the hand of a Scietid, not feeling anything for 15 minutes straight.

"How is her condition?" Asked one of the Scietids.

"Latus two is getting better," murmured another Scietid while crossing out his notes, then look at Eidlan and Vasyl, "Latus one, already awake, feed him! Latus four, fine."

"What about the other one?" Asked a Scietid in a squeaky voice like a mice, then glanced at Grier, "I mean, the other other one."

"He? Hasn't been found yet," answered the note-holder Scietid, then goes out with his friends, "but he's too coward and not smart enough to survive, believe me."