A few seconds passed.
"Hey, Gabriel. Are you okay?" Marcia asked as she looked at Gabriel, who was starting to reopen her eyes. Gabriel slowly blinked his eyes to recover consciousness and then leaned over, holding his head which suddenly hurt terribly.
"Aaakkk Hhhh...!!!" Gabriel shouted in pain. Marcia Robertson suddenly held Gabriel's arm to stop pressing on his head. Then, he let out a calming word to make Gabriel sober.
"Calm down--calm--the pain will go away. Inhale-- take a breath--then exhale. Slowly--slowly," Marcia led as she held Gabriel's hand and stroked it gently.
"Drink... slowly," Marcia said, thrusting a glass of water.
Gabriel immediately picked up the glass and swigged it as if thirst enveloped his entire body cavity. He stayed for a moment to gather the consciousness that the black shadow had pawned—swallowed in a vortex, submerging. This feeling is always present after the same dream repeats itself. However, it now happens more often. Gabriel looked in her direction at Marcia Robertson, who was still squatting. Felt ashamed that the foreign woman had seen the lowest state in his life.
"I'm sorry for making it difficult for you."
"I'm a doctor. I'm used to seeing distress," Marcia replied without taking her gaze off Gabriel.
Gabriel slowly touched Marcia's long curly brown hair that fell on his shoulders—feeling the softness of that hair while continuing to close his eyes.
"There any medicines you usually take?" asked Marcia Robertson, lowering her voice. Gabriel felt he had met a gentle and beautiful woman for a moment. If only then he hadn't met Marcia in the wrong situation?
"Ehhh... that... I didn't use any medication," Gabriel replied as he pulled his hand out of Marcia's hair. Feeling very awkward, Gabriel then stood up and stepped towards the room's window, which presented a city view synonymous with people's passing.
Marcia also finally stood up and said, "I just want to say …that we have to record the homeless people who have gathered in the hall,'' said Marcia. The latter was confused by the current situation. This side of Gabriel she just knew made her soberer, unable to judge a person on just one side. A sense of awkwardness also radiated to her. It makes it even more clumsy. But, she needs Gabriel to solve this all. Together. Then thought of Gabriel's behavior when he touched her hair.
"Alright. We'll be there now," Gabriel said as he took a tissue to wipe his sweat, which Marcia had cleaned.
While looking at Marcia and feeling confused again, even though he felt very sultry at this time, it is inversely proportional when looking at the state of his wet clothes with his sweat. He Just opened it without any intention of evading Marcia's vision. Marcia, sitting in a chair, felt alone, but she was not powerless not to look. Gabriel's muscular body requires strength. Making any woman who sees will be fascinated. Looking at the toes of her shoes and then looking up to see Gabriel's body again confused Marcia herself with her behavior.
"Come on, Marcia. We're going to the Hall,'' Gabriel said, interrupting Marcia's reverie.
"E-hh... Y - yes, let's go to the Hall," Marcia said awkwardly.
They walked side by side and several times crossed paths, making Marcia even more confused with herself. However, Gabriel's gaze was not an everyday look. But his silence made Marcia not want to think about anything other than social work partners. Marcia still puts her pride, of course.
"Thank you for helping me,'' Gabriel said. " His gaze was straightforward as if thinking about many things—the thing Marcia didn't understand, of course. Marcia didn't want to ask more yet. There was a fortress he built when it came to pre and romance.
"It's natural. We are both humans!" Marcia replied shortly and straightforwardly.
Gabriel himself didn't flinch at all and still looked forward, although occasionally their hands touched.
The room in the Hall did look big. Like the vastness of a Basketball court. About two sisters are traveling around to record; one is Sister Naomi. Marcia approached sister Naomi to ask more about what she and Gabriel should do. As far as the eye could see, Marcia saw various characters and the state of homelessness. It's like already grouping personalities. The healer is with a healer, the gypsy is with the gypsy, and the musician is with the musician.
"Oh, you must be Marcia. How was your day?" sister Naomi asked softly. Touched Marcia's hand and patted it lightly.
"Thank you, Sister. My day was good. We felt served, and it moved me."
"I hope you guys can take some wisdom out of it all."
"Okay! Then what can I do for you?" Marcia asked intently. She was looking at the traffic of the homeless people around him while estimating what he would do to help this church.
"Record their Names and identity numbers. That's it," sister Naomi replied, no less quietly and softly.
"Alright. After that, we input it into the computer. Don't you think so?" Marcia's confirmation ensured that all the sequences Angela's sister gave were appropriate.
"You're right. You can use the computer in the administration room."
"That's good, but I have a laptop. So, maybe I should use that."
"Yes. You can use it. And can use email to send it to us."
"Thank you. I'll work fine. I mean us!"
"One thing you need to know too. You will follow the prayers in the morning and evening. Also, other activities such as service and administration," said sister Naomi.
"Okay, sister. In that case, we will start to record one by one."
The nod of the head and the knotty smile that sister Naomi presented showed that Marcia and Gabriel could already start their work from this point on. Marcia returned to Gabriel and told him some details he needed to know.
Gabriel and Marcia each hold one blackboard. Gabriel will record men while Marcia records women. They did it together to secure each other. Gabriel was the one who said to be together. It could be that they are ill-intentioned. Anything can happen.
Marcia agreed with Gabriel's thoughts. He also didn't want to take more risks than this.
Gabriel and Marcia started from the corridor to the south. The first group encountered was the group of drug addicts. An addict can see that his sunken eyes and pale skin are characteristic. They came here because the addict provided treatment for them in this church. The addict administered the given medication to resist the turmoil or the urge to inject themselves a low dose of morphine to calm them down. Over time, the need for narcotics becomes small and can last without it.
Braaakkk
"Don't move ... silent ... everything is silent ...."