2. Her Enemies

Sitting In the wheelchair, I glance outside through the window something which interest me most of the time since I regained consciousness three days ago. I just sit and watch the patient with their families, and their care towards each other which I both lack.

I envy them. I mean freedom.

The door opens and a woman with curly hair walks to stand beside me.

"Lijun" Yanran calls me

If there is a person who wishes for my survival is her. She is so obsessed with seeing my doom in court just because of her ridiculous assumptions.

"How long do I have to stay here?" Without facing her I ask

I had been in a coma for three months that's what they say.

"You will have surgery in the next few days"

"Can't I have it? I hate knives"

She scoffs "Then you won't last a year"

"Won't I die in jail anyway"

When I talk with her, I use a pen to pierce my hand. I can't find a way to soothe my anger than this. Blood streams from my hand but I don't care.

Yanran immediately snatches a pen from me and I almost panicked. She gives me a weird look as if I'm hinged then she grabs my hand to cuff me.

I grab her hand before doing anything "I was bored and angry and looked for something funny. You don't need to put those things on me"

She ignores my words and cuffs me. Seeing her someone may think she cares for my safety but I know, this b*tch doing her work.

She left and orders the officers to watch me from inside. The two female officers sitting on the couch while I in the bed watching the news on the television.

I'm so freaking bored with this mundane.

I take a piece of cigarette and the lighter I have been hiding in my pockets and drift to my lips letting a puff of smoke with no worries. Somehow I feel alive.

Those officers to see that eyes leave their sockets. The other officer brings her hand to her pocket searching for something and I have a good guess what might be. Yeah, this cheap cigar I took from her but it's just a cigar can't she buy another one?

She rushes like a light towards me and raises her hand to take the cigarette from me but I move my hand further and take a handcuff from her pocket and lock the officer's hand on the bed so swiftly. I wished to do that for a long time.

The other officer panics and raises to follow her

"Don't take it seriously, I was only playing" I raise my hand holding a cigarette "Don't shoot me, officer... my bad I forgot your names"

The officer shoots me glares but fails to do anything.

The nurse steps in and freezes at the doorway sensing the tense air. She is the regular nurse who frequently checks on me, especially my weak legs.

A young woman around my age and her black hair well pinned in one bun. I am thankful to her because she's unafraid compared to other nurses who never visited solely.

After checking on me, she injects a shot.

"Does it cross your mind getting out of here?" With a quiet voice the nurse asks the time she packs bottles of medicines and gloves

I turn to officers and one of them is outside while the other relaxes since there is a nurse.

Then I drift to the nurse who never brought such a topic. She looks serious with her question and makes me wonder the answer she expects. What if it does and what if not?

Making fun of me now she knows the difficult thing is me trying to escape.

"I can help you" She adds

Damnit! I have to read the name tag on the nurse's uniform a thing I never bothered to do and recognized her as Aihan.

"Your enemies know where you are, this place isn't as safe as you think. You're the bait to catch something big..."

She doesn't have to tell me something I know. "Thanks for your concerns a thing I never do myself"

With that, I pay attention to my magazine.

"Of course am the same with them but I don't have any intentions of killing you"

I have to close the magazine and turns to her. In other way, this woman admits to being one of those Scupper offenders and still she wants to help something that doesn't make sense.

Besides, what a nurse can do to help me leave with those officers outside and my useless legs? Not like I plan to leave anyway.

"Scared?" The persistent nurse asks "You don't have time, many others are on their way here... She said if you hesitate I should say 'Nayan, sent me' " Saying that with a low voice, Aihan takes her tools and walk outside

"Nayan?" I repeat the name and wonder who she is.

I arrive at a lab and they scan my whole body including blood tests. After all the processes, the doctor point to my brain scans and carefully explains my condition.

My head has a problem to fix for my life to prolong than a year. That problem has a higher chance of affecting my senses, especially sight, and the reason I will go surgery next week.

I can tell the heavens trying their best to kill me, it's just they don't want to do that in one go. Hell, am not even fighting back.

Since I woke up from three months in a coma, I don't remember anything. I don't have answers to who I am, what I have been doing with my life to end up in this pathetic state.

That aside, sometimes my vision turns blurry, and my ears go deaf.

How am I going to live with such body defects and memory loss? Apart from that officers guarding me day and night waiting for a day I will be able to stand on trial.

Having the train of thought I don't realize I keep scratching my hand with the scissors I took from the nurse even the sheet turns red.

How long will I have to live like this?

The officers seeing the situation immediately rush and take a tool from me and one of them takes a handcuff to put on my wrist. Whatever I do something like this they cuff my hands. Damn them.

After the doctor checked on my wounds the officers sit inside on the sofa their eyes glue on me.

"What sentence I can get for my crimes" I ask breaking the silence

The female officer scoffs "Death if a judge has mercy on you"

That's harsh. How many people do they think I have killed? is it alright to wait for my Doom?

But then, my eyes become heavy and harder to open up. Something is wrong, I feel uncontrollably drowsy. I lift the eyes to the officers only to see them shaking their heads fighting the urge to close their eyes as they try to use their phones.

I on the other side give in and drop in the bed.