
Fresh blood spurted into the air as a groan of pain from a person. All stunned, Myria most hysterically shouted and immediately ran over to her husband.
“Job! Kasa hurt!” Sakti yelled at its members. He quickly replaces Angkasa to face the thug boss so as not to hurt Myria. Meanwhile, another friend took over the rest.
Three thugs have fallen and began to sprawl, only the boss and two men are still so strong.
Two young martial arts experts came forward and helped Sakti. The three students had to finish the fight immediately in order to take Space away.
“Go, My.” Space is slow. He grimaced with the wound he had on his hand. The sharp celurit did not slash the neck, but it still injured the left arm when the body of the owner tried to dodge.
“You're crazy, where might I go.” For the first time, Myria spoke disrespectfully to her husband. He could not think clearly anymore to see the condition of the bloody Space. Tears continued to flow profusely, while his hands trembled holding the body of Angkasa that had lost balance.
“I am, My. You're panicking!” Friska calls out and takes over Myria's job scraping the bag. The girl in white hijab was looking for any tissue or cloth that would be used to suppress the bleeding of her best friend's husband. After meeting, Friska handed over. “You're strong, aren't you? If you can't calm down, let me go,” asked Friska to make sure. Looking at Space that badly, he understood how scared Myria was.
Unable to linger, Friska immediately pulled out some tissue and tried to suppress the bleeding. In fact, he was also trembling and worried, but had to remain calm rather than getting messy.
The fight is not over. In fact, the paid men are not easy to fall. However, luck is still on Sakti's side and friends. Now they were superior in numbers because almost all of the thugs had sprawled and groaned in pain to the ground.
“Lo give it up, deh, Bang. We're still a complete six people, and we're on our own. Are you sure you want to continue?” Friends Sakti talk. He's the most skilled in martial arts pauses the fight.
The red-haired thug smirked. “Lo think I'm afraid of your kids?”
Still in a standby position, the young High School man caught his breath for a moment. He looked at Sakti who was at the side. “Bro, you stay here and take Kasa to the hospital. Let me take this one guy while waiting for the police to come.”
Hearing the word of the police, the thug boss glared. He slowly retreated and prepared to flee. However, not to run too far, all of Sakti's friends are in the way.
“Ka, we go to hospital.” Embraced by his best friend, Sakti helped Angkasa stand with difficulty. He walked dumbstruck due to the slight difficulty to hold the weight of the Space body.
Myria and Friska followed. Both of them continued to cry because they could not see what was happening.
Engine motor on. With the rest of the energy that exists, Angkasa sits in a splat. He put his head on Sakti's back.
“You guys come with me one of the Space Nahan in the back. His bleeding continues to be gini, later he fears he fainted in the middle of the road.” Sakti talks to both Myria and Friska. He did not want to risk more seeing the terrible conditions of Space. His best friend's uniform is not in the form of, even so much blood flows, Sakti uniform also turns red.
“That I am strong.” Space is still able to chim up while hissing.
“Don't be crazy lo, Ka. Although we are rivals, I also do not want to see you bleed to death on the road. It's not good to die that way, our competition is not finished for Myria.”
Emergency conditions, the boys still had time to argue. Friska emotion and kicking the motorcycle tyre. “Buruan departs, let Myria follow.”
Myria finally went up. Without a helmet or motorcycle jacket drove him and his husband to the nearest hospital.
The sound of gunfire from the highway stopped the fight. All the students who were still besieging the thug bosses and the returning members rose up, automatically silent.
“Thank you all hands!” One policeman carrying a gun shouted loudly. Then, the other members immediately ambushed and put handcuffs on the hands of the thugs.
Friska immediately ran over to the bushes where my Space compatriot was still sprawled. He shouted for help and immediately followed to the hospital.
The situation is under the control of the authorities. Six thugs were arrested and two students were asked to come to the police station to explain the incident, while the other students rushed to the hospital together.
The Sick motor stops in the middle of the IGD door. Myria who was in the back immediately went down to help Angkasa.
The guards at the entrance immediately helped find the gurney and shouted at the nurse. It didn't take long, two medical personnel came to pick up and immediately brought Space in.
“Doctor!”
The male doctor who had just finished examining the other patients came over. He approached to see the condition of the Space. “Why was this?” ask with a calm expression.
Sakti only followed after parking the motor to the parking area. She stood beside Myria and saw her best friend being dealt with.
“Clean the wound, install the infusion to avoid dehydration. We need to do a stitching operation. Sus, do the preparation in the operating room.”
The four nurses who were surrounding were busy moving. Three nurses took action according to the doctor's instructions, while one immediately coordinated the preparation of the operating room.
In the middle of the handling, the sound of another gurney wheel was heard. Sakti turned his head, it turned out that Friska and her compatriot who came with her friend who fainted earlier. The young man approached to look.
“You're just four?” tanya Sakti slowly.
“Others to police station.” The red-clothed young man replied. He approached the gurney when he saw his friend coming to his senses.
Two nurses arrived, followed by another doctor. Friska who was there, retreated because she wanted to accompany Myria.
“My ...”
The embrace and gentle rubbing on the shoulder made Myria turn her head. He returned Friska's gaze, then hugged. The crying of the two girls did not end. His friends have been dealt with.
Almost half an hour of suspension was performed. Wounds that are too long and deep take no time. The doctor left after handing the rest of the treatment to the existing nurse.
“Family Narendra Angkasa Sastra.” The doctor who had left called.
Myria, Friska, and the other friends both turned their heads. Then the two girls came to the doctor not far away.
“Yes, Doctor.”
“You brought the patient here?”
“True, Doc.”
“Please contact his family to come. This friend of yours needs surgery because the wound suturing equipment is in the operating room, besides, he needs a few days of hospitalization for observation. The wound is quite deep, so later it can be immediately given action if there is bleeding again.”
Friska nodded.
“Come contacted, yes. Hospital procedures need a guarantor to perform the next action.” The doctor spoke again.
“Doctor, my wife, what can?”
Myria's confession made the doctor a little shocked. Not only that, Sakti and the other friends who had heard from close enough were both flabbergasted.
“Bro, lo denger Myria said what was it?” One in three whispers. He's right next to Sakti.
Collapsing was already the hope of that tanned black-haired youth. Sakti felt his chest that was in pain like being hit by a dagger many times. It was Space that was bleeding, but he was also feeling pain.
Near the gurney where his best friend is still rubbed weak, Sakti stared at Angkasa in disbelief. Her lips wanted to ask, but it was so difficult.
Meanwhile, feeling there was friction, the Space that had just closed immediately opened its eyes. He did not faint, but was busy withholding the pain at hand due to the anesthetic effect that was beginning to disappear.
Sakti's gaze returned with a calm response as there was no power for debate as usual. “Gue married her a few months ago. You want to be mad at me now?”
Sakti's hands were raised and clenched firmly. He held back the anger among the destruction of hope. “I should just let you lose blood earlier,” said the young man and left immediately.
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