â-Isnât it too long for something like that? Itâs already been three hours.â
âI feel a little bit weird, too. Iâm sure the digestive system was so bad that it was painful, but I canât believe heâs unconscious for this long.â
As if rising from the deep sea to the surface, his field of vision slowly brightened. Something that held on to his consciousness and didnât want to let go slowly took its hands off and moved away as if in resignation. When Jude thought his fingertips were barely moving, he gave a long sigh. Timâs voice from the side stopped for a moment.
âJude? Jude! Are you awake?â
ââŚâŚOh, yeah, wellâŚâ
The ray of light that filled his eyes all of a sudden stung his eyes. As he blinked a few times and turned around, he saw his worried-faced partner and a strange middle-aged man in a white gown. The faint smell of disinfectant that irritated his nose, the feeling of a small needle stuck in his arm, and he could tell quickly where he was without asking. Tim strode to his side.
âAre you okay? Do you know how shocked I was when you suddenly collapsed? Why? Is it because you had a stomachache?â
ââŚâŚ.I donât knowâŚâŚ.â
Jude was at a loss for words. He could clearly see the face of Tim and the doctor, the light pouring over his body and the white-colored hospital room, but his consciousness slightly floated, as if his senses had not yet returned.
âYou donât know? Are you okay? Do you know who I am?â
âTim, donât be so loud. My head is ringing.â
âOh, Iâm sorry. Why did you pass out all of a sudden? Was it because of a stomach ache or something?â
âWait ⌠Wait ⌠â
Closing his eyes, Jude bit his tongue a few times. Only after shaking off something that misted his head, and clenched his fist a few times did Jude opened his eyes again. Timâs troubled face was much clearer. And he could think clearly of what to say.
âIt was because I had a stomach ache. I was so tiredâŚâŚand I havenât been able to sleep well lately because of it. Itâs not a big deal, nothing to worry aboutâŚâŚ.â
âAre you stupid?!â
Some time ago, I think Iâve heard this kind of scolding from Tim. As soon as he mumbled the explanation, an unsympathetic yell burst right above his face. As he cringed in surprise and turned to him, Tim shouted with a feverish look on his face.
âI told you, eat your meal properly! Isnât this what happens because you always eat beer instead of rice, why did you live in that manner until it become like this!â
â⌠âŚTi, Tim. You need to take care of your image. You werenât the type to yell like this. This wasnât a neat, smart young man typeâŚâ
âAre you kidding me, what about you?! When you leave the hospital later, empty the fridge first!â
ââŚâŚyes.â
Jude answered quietly as he didnât dare talk back, but the doctor who was looking at their interaction smiled lightly â seeming to be holding back his words â as he approached Judeâs bedside and said.
âItâs not very good right now. Youâve been having irregular stomachaches lately, havenât you? Itâs a stomach cramp, and mild gastritis. It has calmed down for now, but I think youâll have to be hospitalized for a few days.â
âOh, yes? Do people usually get hospitalized for stomach cramps? I think I can just leave the hospital.â
âBe quiet.â
Tim, have you seen any movies with serial killers these days? Seeing that Tim have similar eyes to them, he gulped down his words â and Jude kept his mouth shut. The doctor gave a short laugh and continued to talk.
âYouâll be discharged if itâs light, but overall the digestive system is pretty bad. Itâs serious enough to lose consciousness due to pain. Itâs amazing that it didnât develop into an ulcer. So youâd better stay in the hospital for a few days and take your medicine before you leave the hospital. In this hospital room, shall you keep stay here?â
âYes, please do that.â
âWait, Tim, this is a single room, I donât haveâŚâ
âIf itâs too much for you, Iâll get the medical bills from the New York Police Department, so just stay. Itâs only a few days, you can stay in a better place.â
âUh, yeah.â
As he answered in a daze, Tim let out a long sigh and flopped onto a small chair. Shaking his head and sighing once again, he felt something burning in his stomach, and Jude smiled a bit apologetic.
âUh, sorry, Tim. It must have been a hassle.â
âIs it just pain? Your mind turned disarrayed just like thatâŚ.. but why canât you come to your senses if you just collapsed in pain, and even the doctor is confused too, soâŚâ
âOh, what happened to Clara?â
As he looked back resentfully at Jude, who changed the topic, Tim shrugged and answered.
ââŚ..just Beckman took her to the police station. Sheâs not going to be punished because sheâs still a child, but I think sheâll be going to the facility for a while because she has to get long-term counseling and treatment. Anyway, even if she didnât kill them directly, she obviously killed three people under her influence.â
âThen what about her parents? Theyâre not being punished?â
âWell, I donât knowâŚ..I think theyâll get some form of disciplinary action for now. It was never a laudable upbringing, and Iâm sure they didnât give the child the least affection. So what if theyâre rich, they donât seem to have much affection for their daughter. If they make up their mind, they might hire a lawyer and get away with it.â
âYes.â
In other words, the most insidious root of all of this could escape. He nodded a little, and someone knocked on the door. TokkTokkTokk, the sound of a small knock drew all eyes to the door. A husky voice streamed in from outside the door.
â-Tim, are you inside?â
âBeckman? Come in.â
The door opened, and Jude and Tim were a little surprised. Next to the middle-aged detective was the little girl who stood in front of him until Jude lost his consciousness. The child seemed to be a little hesitant, but when she saw Jude who opened his eyes, she stepped in front of Beckman. As Tim asked âWhatâs going on?â with his eyes, Beckman scratched the back of his head a little roughly.
âOh, she has to go see a counselor soon, and she said she wanted to see Jude once before she left. I said he might not have woken up, but she said it didnât matter. Jude, are you all right? How are you feeling?â
âItâs okay, he said he was feeling a little under the weather⌠Tim, Iâm sorry, so stop looking at me like that.â
âWaitâŚ..â
The childâs voice sounded small but clear. As Jude looked straight at the child, Clara continued.
âWait, can we just talk to each other?â
ââŚâŚAh, well. Itâs all right. So, the scary guys, can you go outside?â
âOh, come on, looks like heâs all right. I donât think a guy like him is going to die that easily.â
âCall me when youâre done talking.â
Beckman, who shook his head in vain laughter, and Tim with a still worried face left the hospital room with the doctor, and there was a moment of silence in the white room. Only after Jude, who was looking at Claraâs face silently, told her to sit down, did Clara slowly approached the side of the bed and sat on the chair. Jude, who received the gaze from the small blue eyes, shrugged while lying down.
âWhy, do you have something to say to me?â
âYou came to see me, didnât you?â
ââŚâŚAh?â
âYou doubt me, and thatâs why you came to my house, right?
There was no hostility in the childâs voice, and Jude tilted his head for a moment to grasp the childâs intentions. But the inquiring eyes only contained pure curiosity, so the blond detective nodded slowly.
âWell, you can say that.â
âYouâve been like me, havenât you?â
At the unexpected question that popped out of nowhere, Jude opened his eyes for a moment and soon snapped.
âWell, I donât think Iâve had a hard time like you. I stayed in an orphanage, but the director was a good person. Why, did you think Iâd have grown like a pessimist to setting up such a group like you? You donât necessarily have to do that to predict the behavior of others, Clara.â
âNo, itâs not just that.â
âThen what?â
ââŚâŚsmellsâŚâŚ it feels strange.â
Smell? When her eyes became strangely round, Clara moved her hands busily as if she was trying to convey her feelings somehow.
âItâs like⌠âŚthereâs something like that. It doesnât feel like happy, normal people, but something, something from people who have something lost or taken away, I donât know what to say, but itâs not the smell of sunflowers, but the smell of blood from the grass in the darkâŚâŚ donât you know that?â
âYouâre full of expression, you.â
âNo, thereâs something like that. You know that, donât you? Iâve never been wrong about feeling this way. But youâre a lot moreâŚâŚ.â
âHa? Iâm much more, what?â
The child, who was speaking without interruption, swallowed her words for a moment. Claraâs voice became as small as a whisper, as if avoiding the ear of a scary monster looking for her from outside.
âYouâve lost a lot more, a lot moreâŚâŚthan I have. It smells a lot deeper. When youâre my age, you grew up being deprived of something, right? Just like me. Maybe even more, right?â
âThank you for telling me that my childhood must have been incredibly unhappy, Clara. I just fainted and woke up, and hearing that, I feel like Iâm all better.â
âMister, Iâm not speaking lightly now. I wonât tell anyone, so answer me. Right, right?â
Jude, for a moment, kept his mouth shut. The girlâs eyes were desperate. Looking at the face with an indistinct eye, Jude slowly opened his mouth.
âI donât know, Clara. I donât remember much when I was your age. Iâm not trying to avoid it, really.â
ââŚâŚyesâŚâŚâ
As if disappointed, the childâs face turned to the floor. Jude, who had scratched his cheek several times in an uncomfortable mood, asked in a reluctant voice.
âWhy, by the way?â
ââŚâŚI was going to askâŚâ
âWhat?â
âHow did you get through those childhoods?âŚ..I was going to ask you how you could grow up so much, how could you act so indifferentâŚâ
âItâll be all right, Clara.â
With that nonchalant remark, the girl raised her head in a flash. The face was stained with a mixture of mistrust and a little anger, fear and loss. Despite the childish look on her face, Judeâs face was calm.
âHow do you know? How do you know Iâm gonna be okay?â
âThat is, because youâre still young.â
âIf Iâm young, do you think anything will be okay if Iâm young? Because Iâm young? Without knowing what the real wound is, and Iâm old enough to be plagued with victimization? Youâre just saying Iâll be okay in a little while?â
âDonât be so angry. Iâm saying youâre still young, and you can get help from better adults than your parents early on. Anyway, you wonât have to struggle with your parents anymore. Itâs a pretty big deal that itâs probably hard to see your parents for a few years. In the meantime, you can recover. There arenât only contemptible adults in the world like you think, so be naughty enough. Like a kid, itâs a kidâs privilege. That is, not getting punished for making a little fuss.â
ââŚâŚsomething like a decent adultâŚâ
âItâs because the people youâve seen are so limited. If I see and live with people like your parents every day, I will hate adults too. So donât be too hard on yourself, you donât have to feel like you canât get back to normal anymore. Well, youâre not the only one who was bad. Thereâs still plenty of time to fix it. You donât have to shut yourself too tight. You donât want to, do you?â
It was an insignificant tone. With an attitude of not advising much. Speaking as if whining to a friend after a quarrel with his girlfriend, Jude reached out his hand and tapped Clara on the head. The childâs face, was blankly empty.
âOkay? So, donât ask me that. Because I donât even know.â
ââŚâŚthis isâŚâŚnot a big deal? Enough to fix it so quicklyâŚâŚ Small enough to be considered naughtyâŚâŚ?â
Tears quickly gathered in her pretty little blue eyes. As his stomach stopped hurting, Jude began to get hungry. With a small grumble inside, Jude pulled the childâs pigtails slightly once. After all, this pigtail-haired kid is making her friends commit suicide, so she feels no guilt? It doesnât seem like she didnât. I didnât even know that was the only way out. You can never readily say that it was the right thing to do, but in the end, she originally is a naive child, only distorted and altered. It wasnât a good thing, but it wasnât something that anyone could pull off.
The child only needed an adult to laugh with and pampered by. If there was only one person like that, just one. No, no. Jude shook his head a little. There was no need to attach a possibility to what had already happened.
âIt wonât work soon, but, well, it depends. Itâs up to you to justify whatâs already happened. Oh, is the tone a little off? Letâs say you overcame it. Itâs not a small thing, but it happened between people after all.â
ââŚâŚIâŚâŚwhen Iâm in the facilityâŚâŚwhen Iâm in the facilityâŚ..sometimes, can you come and see me?â
If a cute little girl with tears hanging in her eyes was denied a request, then heâll be marked a villain throughout all mankind -Jude shrugged once and nodded coolly. There was no reason not to go, nor reason to not go, but he did not intend to shake his head at the time of hearing the request. Tears streamed from the childâs eyes, and Clara lay down on the side of Jude and buried her head. There was no sound from her shoulders. Maybe it was because she was scolded if she cried out loud, but even though her small hand held the sheet tightly, only the sound of his breath came out instead of the sound of crying.
It was not long after the little sob had stopped again that Jude could call the people outside the hospital room.