Min-Ain slept like a child, with his every intake of breath heard through the whirring of the air conditioner that was quite noisy for a high-end private room in the hospital they were placed in. They had to be admitted to the general hospital because Min-Ain showed signs of mild stroke and high fevers while still staying awake and sane.
Sure, Cristian wasn’t saying anything about the odds that this isn’t a normal sickness but he’s yet to say any kind of comment about it because he’s only seen minor examples of this from the records they have in **** company. Though he’s sure if Prof. Tenorio or Reina got a whiff of this, he’s sure that he would be subjected to the Northwoods Lab. At least, for now, the results of his exam did not show any kind of altered blood or chemical sample.
So far, he was given medicine to lessen the impending stroke and high fever that it took the boy to spend a day in the hospital just so Crist
Witnessing the video on the hacking fiasco and how it solved the second incident coming looked a bit scripted and fast. More so for the way the hacker did their jobs as if they’ve known the frequency since way back. Dr. Munar was right in thinking that this felt more like a helping hand than anything, still, it gave reason for the company to doubt its strengths when it came to the “Dimension Pocket” incident.Many of their supposed experts in the field will have a grand time thinking of adjustments the same way they did in terms of handling the situation, from the scare of Primer attacks to how they monitor the frequency detection of the two types of “Dimension Pocket.” They’re lucky they aren’t in the zone of half their population becoming infected by the incident, but this shows how time is of the essence for their cause.The question remains, when will they have the answers, they need, so they could move on fro
Each time Min-Ain looked up from the tablet, all he did was write something on the spare notebook the nurse lent them from the reception area. Though old school and something Min-Ain rarely did nowadays, he’s happy that he could put down his thoughts on the paper. As if losing his cell phone amidst the fray of the incident wasn’t enough to put a damper on his almost academic soul.On one hand, Cristian had to busy himself with his cell phone while checking in on the long line of messages piled up from Eldric’s side of the world. He’s kept him updated long enough to know and summarize their activities regarding G-city archives. There, he stated that his compiled report on the lives of the couple related to the Masdtradt is well enough proof to make their search in the archives easier.Beholding this, Cristian’s surprised that in twenty-four hours alone Eldrics team in G-city has piled up all the research material they saw in t
Chapter 33Cold liquid trickled on Bernice’s lap as she lightly held the glass of water she was drinking, lazily setting her hands over her lap after drinking a few sips. She sat waiting for the doctor she was seeing for her therapies, a bit earlier than the intended schedule since the only thing they’ll be discussing for the day is a simple schedule change and an evaluation exam. That one questionnaire sounds like an online quiz made by a first-year psych major for clout.Her doctor for this session is someone she’s been with since after the first doctor who questioned her about the events, which lasted for three days. Once he was done, the next doctor was a passive man who treated her with care and cautiously spoke to her, and administered her activities. He’s like the old uncle in their family that lived as a bachelor for his entire life, due to emotional events unforeseen.He says things you want to hear ex
“Of course, it’s rightful for you to hold onto the memory of their deaths,” said the doctor, his face gleaming white from all the cold bright light of the room. There was a hint of sincerity with his minute movement, of leaning forward as he held the tablet in his hand. “We are not pushing you to quickly move on with your life, but you should do so for the sake of your future. You must accept that.”Settling herself outside of the room felt like a breath of fresh air, and the water she drank before feels fresher and cooler than it did inside the room, in his presence. Cynicism doesn’t come naturally for Bernice who’s been quite neutral on several occasions, except, perhaps, when her two best friends felt like they were distancing themselves from her even before they went out with each other.Perhaps it’s much more honest to say, right now, after so long, that she was jealous of their existence. That they fou
Both Bernice, who tried her best to hide her presence from the people in the elevator, and the man named Mr. Daquiaog arrived at the lobby with the intent of going to the lounge. More for Bernice’s sake than anything, as the man was kind enough to offer her some cover as she confused herself in trying to make sense of her actions.“My doctor’s session just took some time today, but I usually don’t lose track of things.” Bernice internalized as she held her phone to see if Dr. Munar would pick up after she’s messaged him that she was going home. “Well, usually Dr. Munar is here to wait for me, but today he’s handling some paperwork regarding my, uhm… citizenship.”“Ah, you’re the kid Dr. Munar’s adopting from A-city.” Mr. Daquioag said as he sat down beside her.Bernice nodded, “and… are you one of the, uhm, soldiers? Who helped us get back here?”
Dr. Munar and Belle greeted each other like old men in a bar, standing up and shaking hands and staying still in place while conversing with each other about relevant stuff regarding political strife. At least that’s how it sounds to Bernice as she stood up beside Belle and had her hug and greeting with the doctor. They stayed there for full three long minutes before the doctor said, “well, we better go to the hospital for a final check-up. She’s going to have her first logging process in the government database for her body’s condition. Not the most pleasant thing to hear about, but it’s required to become a citizen.”“Ah,” Belle said as he smirked. “Don’t be bothered when they stick a needle at this part of your neck.” He pointed to his neck and Bernice unconsciously touched hers. “It’s a myth when they say they’ll inject you with a microchip without permission, but if you don&
Side eyeing Bernice, Belle leaned his body sideways and made a face that said, “in front of the kid?”. Bernice who was trying not to show any form of interest in the conversation focused her eyes on the screen of her phone. There’s a peak of curiosity in the topic of their conversation but there’s no limit to how interested she should be, nevertheless, Dr. Munar answered for her as his future guardian. Before properly saying anything, Dr. Munar gave Bernice a look that told her that he considers her opinion on the matter, which on a side note was only noticed by her in her peripheral. It was subtle but Dr. Munar patted her shoulder, more out to make her notice the topic and nothing more. She looked up only to respond with a slight nod. Then that’s when the doctor told Belle of Bernice’s “unique form of treatment.” Though not confident of the details, Dr. Munar told him why Bernice is being tightly monitored and requested therapy on every occasion. Though not upfront about the reasons
“Finally?” Dr. Munar asked as he wondered about that one word as if Min-Ain has shown signs before, or during their time.“No, it’s not like he explicitly stated anything, out of respect though I would say it’s more of an assumption. But it’s better safe than sorry.” Cristian replied as he leaned forward. “The events before we got to the hospital made me confirm that it’s not just an unusual symptom of sickness for him. It’s not even the signs of the second incident. His body went limp as if his muscles were being taken over and controlled by numbness.“Half the time he’s just struggling to move, but he can still speak. Difficult but he could think and comprehend things. It only took seconds of our time inside the area of effect for the ‘Dimension Pocket’ for him to acquire difficulty in breathing. As if he’s struggling to hang on for dear life.” Cristian then looked over his laptop bag and pulled out his tablet. “I took a shot of his diagnosis after he’s recovered from his fever, and