chapter 4

Chapter 4

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  Upon opening his eyes, the whole world was blurry and dark for him, he felt that he had drown into an abyss of hell. His chest was tight as if a heavy elephant was stomping on it. His wound was aching as if he was stabbed thousands of times. His body felt light and powerless as if his soul was departing from it.

  He could not hear. He could not see. He could not feel.

      “Mr. White Man…” he could hear a voice calling, trying to bring him out of his abyss “Mr. White Man… Mr. White Man… Can you hear me? If you are alive say yes, if you are dead say no! Mr. White Man!”

      “Who the hell is ‘Mr. White Man’?” he questioned as he felt her voice had brought him out from death.

      “Ahh! You are alive! You worried the hell out of me!!”

      “Were… Were you… Calling me ‘Mr. White Man’?”

      “Oh! Did you like it? I use to give names to my animals, and your hair is sooo white.”

      “Am… Am I an animal… To you?”

      “Ehe!”

      “Shut your ‘Ehe’ up!”

      “Mr. White Man, I will have to bring some medical equipments to treat you well, otherwise your wound will surely kill you. It is so deep and dangerous. Please, do not move anywhere.”

      “How am I supposed to move anywhere when you are tying me like that? As if I am an animal to you!!”

      “I will be back soon.”

  Lydia tied the man’s legs and hands in order to make sure that he would not move or attack her, however he did not try to resist the ropes for his body was all aching.

  The man could notice the bloody scarf by his side and the fluffy cape covering his body from chest to legs. These were what she had sacrificed for him.

  They were very warm and gentle for him, such a warmth he had never felt for a long while, and she could cover him well like her little child.

  The man’s body felt hot like an inferno, as his forehead was drained in sweat, and his wound was hurting him more than ever. He felt he had given up on everything. He did not want to resist anymore. He did not want to attack anymore. He only wanted to die peacefully.

  After a while, Lydia could finally bring him medical equipments, water, food, a blanket and a pillow he could rest on.

  His eyes were following her whenever she went, as she was asking himself: “What does an annoying girl want with me?”

      “Mr. White Man,” she called “you will have to cooperate with me in order to save you.”

      “What the hell is ‘Mr. White Man’??” he nagged “It is Eugene!!”

      “Mr. Eugene. Please, show me your wound.”

      “Listen little girl. I need no help from you or anybody. Can you just leave me rest and die?”

      “I can not let you die!”

      “Why is it? Do you love me this much?”

      “A smell of a dead will make my animals run away!”

      “Smell of a dead? Run away? Heh! I guess I hate you girl.”

      “Now, please cooperate!”

  Lydia seated Eugene and leaned his back to the wall, as she could sense his hot body and short breath. He was surely feverish, as an inflammation response from his wound.

  She revealed his wound and cleaned it with a cloth she had brought beforehand, as she sensed the deep cleavage in it.

      “You surely have been engaged in a fierce battle.” She commented

      “Yes.” He replied

      “Did you intrude into someone’s private territory and they injured you?”

      “This is none of your business.”

      “Humph!”

      “Argh!! What the hell?!”

      “A needle!”

      “Just warn me before!! You did this on purpose!”

      “This is none of your business.”

  Lydia pierced a needle and a thread into Eugene’s wound, trying to close and sew it. She was not professional in sewing a wound, yet she could learn from her sister, Sofia, how to treat injuries. Sofia was a nurse.

  Lydia could hear his moans and cries whenever she pierced his skin. She knew that the pain was unbearable and the lack of anesthetic agent would ache him, however she had no other choice to help him.

  Her needle would pinch his abdomen and he would usher his eyes shut as she passed it through his skin.

      “I am sorry!” she apologized “I am not a professional and I do not have anesthesia. I know that I am paining you. I have no other choice, so bear with this pain until we take you out to a doctor!”

      “No!” he yelled “No need for a doctor.”

      “But you will die like this!”

      “Who asked you to save me anyway? I will leave if you do not want to smell my flesh.”

      “You can not leave anywhere! You can not go any further from our villa! Your condition is only worsening, so stay at your place!”

  She glared into his eyes angrily, she was serious that she would never let him die on her hands. She was worried about him and he knew so. So, he stayed still without moving or nagging anymore.

  Then, she wrapped the bandage around his wound and covered it tightly. Then, she held the spoon beside his face and fed him on her own, as she asked him to say “Ah!”

  Lydia kept taking care of him until it was dawn. She placed a wet cloth at his forehead and wiped the sweat soaking his face, as her mother used to do when she was feverish. She remembered through him how her mother used to be, he could remember as well that once in his life he had someone to take care of him.

  Both of their hearts were broken and empty, maybe that was the reason for cooperating and caring for each other. Because the person who missed would be the most who would offer…