002 - Hospital

After the total darkness, I saw the marble floor of the hospital decorated with blood pouring from my hands. I kept running until several people carrying sharp weapons appeared in front of me.

They pointed at me and ran. I, who was in a pinch, chose to jump over the fence that connected to the highway. I ran without looking around. As if I would rather die being hit by a truck than die at the hands of those irresponsible humans.

So, am I really dead? I don't know. Everything was dark and silent.

The hospital where I interned was not in a remote area. It was still in the city area, but the area was indeed prone to conflict between the government and the indigenous people.

That was probably the most logical reason. I never thought they would dare to come to the city area and attack health workers. They must have lost their minds. They seem to believe they can survive without health workers.

So the thing that I did to the handsome lieutenant was just an illusion? An illusion that appeared when I was dying. Huh. How ironic.

After a long time, the darkness that enveloped me was replaced by a dazzling light. The atmosphere around me changed again. I saw several IV bags hanging, not far from the curtain that looked like a room divider.

"Duna, are you awake?" asked a young man with silver hair and red retinas. His appearance is really unusual, but still looks pleasing to the eye.

"Duna?!"

"Huh? Who's Duna?" I asked in surprise. I could see the look in the man's eyes had changed. He looked very shocked.

"Who are you? Do you know me?" I asked casually.

**

The doctor diagnosed that I have memory loss after a serious accident. I was also unconscious for 7 days after the surgery.

"...." I really don't know what to say. I also don't understand what is really happening.

"My name is Oskar Pettersson and your name is Duna Delaporte," the silver-haired man said with a smile. I saw a sad glint in his eyes.

"Os-kar?" I asked softly, pointing at him.

"Yes." Oskar smiled and patted my head gently. "Get some rest, I'll come back later."

"Are you busy?" I asked, staring at him closely.

Beep. Beep. The walkie-talkie on his waist rang.

"Colonel, all preparations are ready. Companies 3 and 4 have returned, while Company 5 cannot be contacted."

Oskar raised his walkie-talkie to his mouth. "Understood. Proceed as originally planned."

After putting the walkie-talkie back, Oskar put on the green military-style coat that he had been folding. There was a badge of three gold flowers on his chest and the number 657 below it.

Oskar looked at me, who was just staring at him. "I'll bring your favorite food, so rest until I get back."

"Oh, okay." I had no choice but to nod. "Be careful."

"Sure." Oskar smiled before leaving. Somehow his smile made me happy.

Oskar Pettersson. The person on the walkie-talkie called him Colonel. I could tell that Oskar was a military officer. But who was I to him?

I looked at my right shoulder, which was now wrapped in bandages. It seemed like I had surgery, and my condition looked better.

That night the doctor removed the bandages that had been wrapped around me. I could see some stitches, but overall it looked perfect as if my shoulder had never been stabbed through to my back.

"I can't believe I got healed this fast," I said, then put my hospital gown back on.

"Of course, the medicine you are using is very expensive, but you don't need to think about that," the doctor replied.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief.

"You can go home tomorrow afternoon."

"Ah, how is he?" I asked. Instantly the doctor's brow furrowed.

"Uh, I-I mean he's... L-lieutenant..." I stuttered a little. I didn't know the name of the lieutenant I had helped that time.

"Oh." The doctor smiled now. "You don't have to worry about him. He's back on duty now. He probably doesn't have time to see you."

"Ah, thank goodness." I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt like I would be disappointed if he didn't survive.

"Get some rest," said the doctor, who then left the room. However, I wasn't alone for long because Oskar came back. He gave me a box of waffles with cream topping.

"Uh, this is delicious. Thank you." I smiled.

"Enjoy." Oskar sat on a chair not far from me.

"Have you finished your work? I didn't expect you to come so soon."

"I only took the first shift and the situation is also under control."

"Oh..." I didn't understand what he was talking about, but it was only natural for me to respond.

"I've already told Zudith and the others about your condition, so you don't need to worry."

"..." I was speechless. I didn't know who Zudith was.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Oskar seemed to come to a realization. "Are you allowed to go home yet?"

I nodded. "I've taken off my bandages, and the doctor said I can go home tomorrow."

"Then let's go home now. I'll take you to your house."

"Huh? Right now?"

"I'm not sure if I can pick you up tomorrow, so we had better go home now." Oskar replied while looking at me closely.

"Oh, okay." I nodded. Luckily, the clothes I had worn had been washed and neatly stored in the drawer along with my boots.

I felt like something was wrong if I just went home like this, but I also didn't know what I was supposed to do here. Following Oskar was the only way out I had.

After I changing my clothes, Oskar put on his green coat for me and also a helmet. He told me to get on his big and expensive-looking motorbike.

"Hug me tight," Oskar said as he put both of my hand on his stomach.

"Okay." I did as he asked.

As the wheels of Oskar's motorbike turned, I became more and more convinced that I was in a place I couldn't really recognize. However, I was also amazed to see the large tower behind the hospital. The other buildings were positioned as if they were designed to surround the tower.

Maybe because it was already night, so there wasn't much I could see. Oskar dropped me off right in front of a house that had a garden decoration in the shape of a train.

"This is your house. That's my house," Oskar said, pointing to a traditional Japanese-style house right next to the train house.

"Really? We're neighbors?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes." Oskar smiled and pointed to a box next to the door. "Put your ID card here and the door will open."

"Uh?" I reached into my waistcoat and pants pockets. Hoping for an ID card or something.

"This?" I asked when I found a black card with a peacock feather symbol and the word WSS on the top.

"That's our mercenary membership card." Oskar frowned. "Where's your bag?"

I shook my head. "I don't know."

Oskar exhaled. He then took out a card that had the same design, but with the addition of R4 written on the top corner.

"This is a big deal," Oskar said. The door opened automatically.

"Huh?" I looked at him confused.

"For now, use my card. I'll ask Zudith to print a new ID card for you."

"How come your card can open my house?" I asked in surprise.

"..." Oskar was silent for a moment, but then he patted my head gently. "Go to sleep, I'm going back to the military district."

"Anything else to do?" I asked as I returned his black coat.

"It would be difficult for me to get in and out of the house if my card was with you, so I'd rather just sleep at my residence in the military district."

"I see." This time I understood. "Good evening, Colonel."

"Sweet dreams," said Oskar, who then left on his big motorbike.

I was tired. I decided to go straight to bed as soon as I found a mattress. However, my hand found a book behind the pillow that said 'DUNA DIARY'.