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Chapter 5

Jeng's pov:

I was sitting on the floor near the wall in the ER, staring off into space blankly.

My chest felt numb and I felt completely hollow.

None of the chaos around me was registering in my head. It was all muffled.

It felt as if I was disconnected from my body.

I don't even remember when they brought me here. When they treated my wound. When they checked me and cleared me.

It's all a blur.
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"-eng. Jeng, look at me." A familiar voice filtered through the fog in my head.

I lifted my head slightly and met eyes with hia Joke.

He was crouching in front of me, looking really worried.

I guess they called him... He was the last person I had contacted...

Zo was standing behind him, also looking worried.

"What did they say about the wound? Is it serious?" He brushed back my hair from my face to see the bandaged wound.

"Minor concussion... Just rest..." I mumbled.

I didn't even know I was forming the words until they left my lips.

My throat felt like sandpaper. Every word hurt like hell.

He nodded, relieved. "Ok, that's good to hear."

"Where's Pok? You guys were on a date together, right?" Zo asked as he looked around.

Tears threatened to form in my eyes but my tear ducts were too worn out.

"He's gone..."

They both stiffened and looked at me wide-eyed.

"Wh-at?" Zo muttered softly.

"They killed him..." I mattered.

My voice sounded dead even in my own ears. Completely void of any emotion or lightness.

Zo stumbled back a bit as he covered his mouth with his palm and tears started forming in his eyes.

Hia stared at me for a few seconds, taking in my appearance before moving closer and pulling me into a tight hug.

I laid limply in his arms, not having nearly enough energy to reciprocate.

"They shot him... All over his body... Beat him up... Tore his clothes... Ripped his hair out..." I narrated in a monotone voice.

His arms around me tightened and I heard Zo sob softly.

Hia's hand trembled slightly as he patted the back of my head.

I looked to the right when I saw someone approaching us.

It was a man.

He had a bandage on his arm and a plaster on his right temple along with dirt and dust all over him.

"Are you Jeng?" He asked as he stopped near us.

Hia pulled back and looked at him as well.

I nodded slightly.

Who is this, I wonder...

He extended his hands toward me.