Find the Real Culprit

The person sitting in front of me knows exactly what will happen to him after this but the look in his eyes appeared full of confidence that even made me falter a little bit.

A sudden chill went down my spine. The bullet pierced its way through my collar bone, causing a gaping hole in its wake that quickly filled with blood and gushed out.

My whole left body felt numb. A pool of blood formed around me and dyed my clothes red. The moment the bullet pierced me was not that painful as compared to the pain I felt moments later.

I was feeling a bit drowsy and I could hear faint voices from the other room. It must be mom and dad.

"Allen I know you are still conscious so listen to me carefully." He said.

"… W-what do… you w-want to say n-now…?" ah, god. The pain is unbearable. Even though my facial expression didn't change much, the pain I am bearing right now is…

"Most likely this whole area is filled with HYDRAs," 'HYDRAs'? "Believe me. I am on your side. After this, we might not be able to meet again soon so you'll be all alone. Try to find the real culprit."

"W-what…" I was breathing heavily. I could lose consciousness any moment now.

"I was not able to find much but a person is working inside your school. I was not able to make out who exactly but it's most likely one of the survivors. I can't say much now in detail because maybe the police department is also involved in it. I'll contact you. Also, I needed to shoot you, don't get me wrong."

"W-who… are you…?" that's it. I am losing strength.

"Allen just stay alive until I come for you!" I don't get it? What's he saying? He is on my side? Who cares about that now? I can't even open my eyes anymore.

*Thud*

…..

"Is he going to be alright?"

"Don't worry his life is not in danger anymore." I heard a faint sound but who is it?

"Really?!" ah, the light. When I tried opening my eyes, a bright light obscured my vision. Ah, what's that?

"Doctor! The patient is gaining consciousness!" What happened? Why do I feel I am moving?

"Doctor please tell me! Will Allen be alright?!" ah, I recognize this voice. Even though I couldn't see but was faint yet wobbly. It was mom's voice. Even if I hear a hundred different voices, I can never forget hers.

"Ma'am please step back! Let the doctor do his work!"

"B-but…!" don't worry mom. I'll come back to you soon.

I tried to say the words out loud but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't gather the strength. Was I hit that badly?

"How's his blood pressure?"

"It's normal but his heart rate is quite low."

"Get me the patient's report."

"Yes, doctor."

"As I thought. The damage was not all that fatal but the bullet hit a nerve that connects the right hemisphere of the body with the brain. He is quite lucky because it only scratched the nerve not causing it to break. The nerve was ruptured but during the operation, it was sealed off. This might be the after-effects of it or maybe the nerve opened again."

"Is he going to be alright…?"

"Yes, since we closed it one time it can be done again. Also, most likely this happens when the patient is trying to gain consciousness and move his body a little bit. The sudden movement causes the stitches to become loose or break. With this we can say that the patient is going to wake up soon and normally the bleeding will stop automatically since this child is young and his blood platelets will be much stronger so the body will automatically patch itself." I couldn't hear much but what I could make out was that I was going to be alright.

Yet again, I am fuzzy but the strength is still missing. I can't move nor open my eyes.

…..

"Ah, why does the light always aim for my eyes? It hurts." I said out loud. I felt a breeze and the sound of birds chirping while a low sound of someone talking near me.

"Hmm… what's this?" I detected a warmth in my right hand. It felt like a hand.

"Allen… don't worry mother is… here for you…" ah, how could I not notice the warmth? These hands are the ones who held me since the day I was born.

Mom was holding my hand while she was half asleep on the side of my bed. She must be extremely tired and exhausted. So, I didn't wake her up. Instead I just sat there looking outside the window while holding onto mom's hand.

"AH! I fell asleep!" The moment I woke up mom also woke up. Is this some sort of psychology? I wonder about that.

"Hi mom," I said, "Are you awake?"

"Allen…?" She rubbed her eyes multiple times before realizing that she wasn't dreaming.

"Allen!" She hugged me.

"Mom, shh! You shouldn't shout inside a hospital." Yet mom didn't budge.

"Oh, Allen, you woke up. That's great!" I heard a manly voice from behind the curtains on the right side.

"Yes." It was my dad. He made such a euphoric smile as he saw mom hugging me.

"Dear, why don't you let him breathe first." Dad must have noticed that mom is hugging too tightly at a person who got shot earlier.

"…" she slowly backed up and sat on the chair beside my bed.

"Allen, are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah."

The moment I woke up both my parents were overjoyed. Maybe this was the first time I saw both of them so happy.

We all talked about changing the gloomy atmosphere to a contented one.

…

"Bye, mom. I am going to school!"

"Bye Allen take care."

Almost three weeks have passed since I was discharged from the hospital and since then I have made a full recovery.

Also yes, I need to start thinking of all the things that person said inside the interrogation room. Even though he shot me, he told me to find the real culprit. I can't comprehend the real reason why he shot but if his motive was just to shoot me he wouldn't say all those things then.

I don't know yet but something fishy is going on. Not just with the students but with the police and the school and I must find them. If this time they went for us, high school students, maybe next time they will go for our parents. I don't want that at all cost.

I know for a fact that some big organization is behind this. Maybe the whole police department is involved with this.

They first meddled with me and then they gave such trauma to my parents, twice. If you want to play games I'll play. I'll play that game of yours and bury you all.

TO BE CONTINUED...