Bebegigs
Chapter 65's

The two hospital receptionists, sitting in a circle of tables in the middle of the lobby, were more interested in chatting to themselves than in serving people who came asking for directions and information. "I don't know, Nenty. Really, I don't know" said the smaller woman repeatedly to the larger one, who repeatedly shook her head.

Orange, wearing long-sleeved yellow shorts and T shirts, waited patiently, leaning against the reception desk. After a while he felt like he had to interrupt if he didn't want to be late to Violet's room. "May I know where the ICU room is?"

"Fourth floor," said the receptionist named Nenty earlier, only looking at him at a glance.

"Use the elevator to the left" added his friend, who turned out to have attention as well.

Orange thanked him and stepped into the elevator to the left. Although it was not yet nine in the morning, people were already crowding waiting at the door of the elevator.

"Oh. Sorry!" The orange hit a woman whose legs were gipped.

"Be careful." The woman glared at Orange and moved away, leaning on her metal crutches.

I was so agitated, that I paid no attention to anything else, thought Orange. I don't want to be here. Why is it so hot in here? Hair to the back of the shoulder. If only he had a hairpin.

Finally the elevator doors opened and everyone was jostling in, looking completely uncomfortable.

On the second floor came two doctors wearing surgical uniforms complete with hats, talking about patients in low voices.

When the elevator reached the fourth floor, the orange urged from behind. "You're out!" his yell. But it seems nobody heard. "Please.I want out." The door began to close as he pushed the people on his left-right and approached the elevator door. He jumped up and finally managed to get out just as the door closed.

Where am I now? ask him to yourself. He walked down the pale green walls until he found a board that read ICU. There was an arrow next to the inscription, pointing towards the right, so Orange walked to the right, passed two swinging doors, and still continued walking.

The patient rooms were lined up along both sides of the narrow passageway. Through the doors that half closed the orange could see the patients lying on their beds. Some are sleeping. Some looked at the TV set that appeared to be hanging from the ceiling. Then there was the echo of the sports match. Maybe I took a wrong turn, thought Orange.

"Can I help you?" A large-bodied mantri who was carrying a pile of trays appeared in front of him.

"Oh. Yep. I'm looking for the ICU."

"Turn around again, pass through those doors, turn right."

"OKAY. Thank you very much." He turned around uncertainly and tried to follow the mantri's lead.

After passing through those doors he turned to the right and passed through a similar passageway, only this time with pale blue walls. "I have to get out of here" said Jingga aloud.

he turned around again and quickly passed another row of swinging doors. There's another ICU sign. An arrow pointed straight ahead. A nurse pushing a carriage of breakfast trays smiled calmly at him as he passed by.

Feeling a little bold, Jingga continued walking, reading the nameplates next to each door. He reached the guard room where a seemingly exhausted nurse was drooping behind a desk, his eyes closed.

When I was about to ask the location of the ICU room, Orange stopped—and flinched.

That guy over there…

The Gondrong.

he recognized her curly hair that was tightly tied back to form a bun. Parkanya jacket. Mountain pants. His body is big.

The man did not first see Jingga. he was sitting on the sofa near the nurse's room, his eyes were looking at the signboard that read PSYCHIATRI.

But then he looked and saw the orange, and their views met.

Orange immediately turned his gaze down, then saw the name bracelet on the person's arm.

Oh, naw! He soon realized why the man was there. He's a mental patient!

The orange twists its body, looking for a way to run.

The guy's face was blushing. His expression changed from surprised to angry. "Hey..stop!" His shout woke up the nurse, who instantly surged from her chair.

Between the orange and the guy there's that nurse's desk. Orange quickly stepped away.

"Hey..stop!" the guy was chasing after the orange, his face was flushed red, his eyes were glaring furiously.

The orange started running. He almost hit a train full of lunch trays.

"Hey.. If you look around!" a mantri warned.

Orange looks back.

The man was approaching him, stepping back and waving his hands towards Orange in a chaotic manner. "Stop you! Hold that chick!" yell that guy.

The orange turns in the corner, looking for a hiding place.he sneaks into a room.

"Hello? Can I help you?" A young woman quickly got up, sitting on her bed by the window.

"Oh. Excuse me. I entered the wrong room" said Jingga. la sneaking out back into the corridor.

"Well, now!" the guy cheered, emerging from the turn. "Stop. You can't go anywhere now."

"What do you want? Go!" orange Jerrits.

The man charged forward awkwardly, trying desperately to catch Orange. Suddenly two nurses appeared on the boy's left-right, ambushing him, restraining his body. "Tool! Release me!" yells.

Then Orange saw a sign near an open door: DR. DRADJAT. A curly-haired, well-trimmed young man was standing at the door, wearing a white suit and flipping through the paper on the clipboard.

Hearing the man noisily rebel from the nurses' handrails, Orange darted behind the man and stormed into the empty office room. He would close the door behind him, but the man held the door leaf with his clipboard. "I'm sorry, miss," he said, looking surprised. "What are you doing?"

"I.. uh. There are people chasing me," Orange stammered. "One of the mental patients."

"The mentally ill patient?" Dr. Dradjat stepped out into the corridor and looked left-right.

"He's big tall and gondrong."

"Gondrong?" ask Dr. Dradjat from the corridor. "The thing? You see that big, big-haired tall guy out here?"

A skinny, straight black-haired nurse, bespectacled with a black horn handle, appeared in the corridor beside Dr. Dradjats. He is not a nurse who has helped Jingga break free from the ambush of the gondrong guy.

"No one, I didn't see anyone" said the nurse. "Is he your patient?"

"No. Nope. Thank you," Dr. Dradjat replied while scratching his chin. He went back into his office, and looked at the orange with a look of disbelief.

"He really was there" said Jingga. "He's been chasing me before."

"That gondrong?"

"Yes. He once charged me. And now I just found out he's a mental patient here and..."

Dr. Dradjat raised both hands. "Silent. Let me be clear first. You're saying that guy's gonna have you out there when he's a patient at this hospital?"