In the white hallway of the hospital, I was in the midst of a heated conversation. My interlocutor, a man with wild eyes and a furrowed brow, was accusing me of something I knew I was not responsible for. Despite my best efforts, I could not seem to shake his baseless accusations.
I tried my best to remain calm, speaking in measured tones as I explained that there was no evidence to support his claims. I told him that I had scoured the hospital records and there was no information about his brother. Despite my words, the man continued to shout and point his finger in my face.
I felt trapped in this strange situation, as if I were being pulled into a vortex of confusion and anger. I tried to stay focused and maintain my composure, but the more I spoke, the more agitated the man became. I couldn't help but wonder how I had ended up in this predicament and what would happen next.
The nurse gathered and were trying to explain that they had been working on Huan's behalf and that they had no information about his brother's whereabouts. But Huan was not willing to listen to anyone. He was filled with rage, as if poison was flowing through his body.
He would not be placated or reasoned with. I felt a sense of helplessness as I tried to defuse the situation, but Huan's anger was too great to be controlled. The scene was tense and chaotic, and I was confused!!
One of the nurses stepped in, attempting to diffuse the situation. "Sir, please come this way. Don't jump to conclusions. We're still gathering information," she said, her voice calm and soothing.
But Huan was beyond reason. He shrugged off the nurse's hand and continued to shout at me. The nurse gave me a subtle nod, signaling for me to leave the scene as quickly as possible. And I desperately wanted to move out but I felt a sense of responsibility and I decided to stay.
I watched in horror as Huan snatched his hand away from the nurse's grasp. The man's eyes were wild with rage and accusation.
"I know what you people did," Huan growled.
"I'm going to call the police. I'll tell them that you killed him."
His voice was filled with venom, and the nurse took a step back, clearly frightened by the intensity of Huan's anger. I could feel the tension in the air, like a live wire ready to snap.
Huan's gaze turned cold, and I felt a chill run down his spine. There was something terrifying about the way Huan was looking at us, as if he had the power to kill with just a glance.
The nurse tried to reason with Huan, but he was beyond listening. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had never seen anyone lose control like that before.
Huan's eyes narrowed as he glared at the nurse. "Just let me see my brother. Or else," he growled.
The nurse, clearly frightened by Huan's intensity, quickly called for security.
As the guards approached, Huan turned his gaze towards me. "You killed my brother, didn't you?" he accused.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as he shook my head. "No, I didn't," I protested.
Huan reached into his bag, searching for something. "I won't let you go," he said, his voice low and menacing.
"Sir, please try to understand," I said hesitatingly, thinking that if I could just buy some time, they might be able to figure out a way to calm Huan down. "We don't have your brother's record in our hospital."
But Huan was beyond listening, he pulled out a knife. The guards quickly stepped in, tackling Huan to the ground and disarming him. My heart was racing he couldn't believe what had just happened. I had never been in such a dangerous situation before.
Huan's face twisted in anger as he pointed his knife at me. And I was scared, I tried to put as much distance between himself and Huan as possible.
Three guards quickly assembled, moving to take control of the situation. One of them stepped forward, holding out a hand in a calming gesture.
"Sir, please put your knife back," the guard said firmly. "We can help you find your brother, but you need to put the knife down."
But Huan was beyond listening. He was consumed by his grief for his brother, and nothing else mattered.
"It's a last warning! Put your knife back or I'll shoot you," the guard warned, drawing his gun.
I held my breath, praying that the situation would be resolved without anyone getting hurt.
But Huan didn't back down. He lunged forward, knife raised. I could only watch in horror as the guards opened fire, bringing Huan down in a hail of bullets.
One of the guards hit Huan twice with the gun, injuring his left thigh, but Huan didn't let go of the knife. He kept fighting, his rage and grief fueling his determination.
Huan swallowed the pain, and absorbed the trauma, refusing to let it slow him down. Despite his injuries, he stood up and mumbled something, his eyes filled with determination.
As the echoes of the gunshots faded, I felt a wave of shock wash over me. The guards issued their warning, Huan turned to face them, knife still in hand.
Without hesitation, he lunged towards one of the guards, using the knife to strike at the guard's skull. The guard stumbled, momentarily stunned by the blow.
The other guard moved in quickly, attempting to grab Huan's wrist and disarm him. But Huan held the knife close to his chest, determined to fight.
With renewed vigor, he lunged towards one of the guards and broke his nose with a swift headbutt. He then grabbed another guard's wrist, using his momentum to pull the guard backwards and downwards.
In a matter of minutes, Huan had defeated all three guards, his rage and grief fueling his strength. Now, his only goal was to quench his thirst for revenge and he set his sights on Andrew, wanting nothing more than to make him pay for the perceived wrongs.
I could see the wild look in Huan's eyes, he could see the blood lust and knew that he was in grave danger. I tried to back away, but Huan was too fast. He lunged forward, knife raised and ready to strike.