The next thing Cevil saw when he was awake was something white that looked like a ceiling. He lifted his head up, and realized he was lying on a bed. He felt uncomfortable and hot, and he didn't have much strength, hence he rested his head on the pillow again. Just then, a woman walked towards him, it was a nurse. He was in a hospital's private ward. "Cevil, are you?" the nurse asked, picking up the board with a paper on it from the desk on his bed, and began writing things on it. "Yes," Cevil mumbled, as he sat up. "Do you know why you entered the hospital?" she began asking. Cevil began refreshing his memory. He remembered the part when he was shocked by electricity, then found himself on a pavement, and until he fell asleep again. "No?" he replied, "I do also want to know why I am here." The nurse continued writing on the paper. "You caught a cold, and was ill," she stopped halfway.
Cevil waited.
"We also detected," she paused again, "Anesthetics and an amount of drug in your blood..."
There was a long pause, then the nurse continued, "You do need to know, drugs equal to death." Cevil was shocked, frightened. "Did I... you say it wrongly? Can you repeat it again...?" Cevil asked panicky, his heart beating fast. "You're Cevil Cheong right? Seventeen years old, isn't it?" the nurse confirmed.
"But I don't take drugs."
"You can't say no to that. It was detected that there was drug in your blood."
"I don't take drugs!"
"I'm sorry, Sir. But this is the fact. Unless there was a problem with our check, or we mixed up your identity with other's."
"I said that I don't take drugs!" Cevil roared, furiously. He thought: There was something wrong with the report.
"Well, drug addicts never admit," the nurse muttered coldly and left the room.
Cevil lay on his bed again, confused, thinking about what the nurse said. He knew it very clearly; he never took drugs. He tried recalling if he ever took drugs, but the answer was no, unless... the period when he was unconscious, anyone could do anything to him.
He decided to find out more about it. He grabbed the paper on the table and began reading. It was clearly shown that there were really drugs detected in his blood. Cevil was half panicked and half afraid. He had seen drug addicts taking drugs and becoming a zombie-like person in the television, but he never expected that to happen on himself.
After another moment, a group of cops flung the door open and marched into the room. "M. Cevil Cheong Ho, we would like to take statement involving the incident to gather information regarding the case," one said. "Sure," Cevil mumbled, coughing at the same time. "Do you need to change?" another cop asked. Without replying, Cevil jumped off the bed and walked out of the room, waiting.
"What's your name?" a cop questioned, quite strictly and fiercely. He had a maroon Quiff with blue eyes. His golden necklace was hanging from his neck, shining in the dim room. He was wearing a brown coat which he buttoned up, a pair of grey jeans, a brand-new wristwatch on his right hand, and was holding the pen in his left hand. He stared directly into Cevil's eyes while waiting for him to reply.
"Cevil."
"Full name."
"Cevil Cheong Ho."
"What's your age?"
"Seventeen."
"Where do you study at?"
"St. Mary."
"You know that you need a guardian to start this right? You ain't an adult yet."
"Okay."
"What's your parent's number?" The cop delved into his coat and produced a phone. Cevil shrugged. "What is your parent's number?" he repeated.
"I don't have one." Cevil answered quietly.
"Oh really? I guess I'll have to get my colleagues to help me check then."
Another cop that was sitting beside him tapped his shoulders, the two cops exchanged glances, which Cevil guessed must be some secret gestures.
The cop sighed, "Young man, although you're seventeen, but I guess you know that drugs are illegal right?"
"Yes."
"And why did you use drugs? How did you obtain them?" he asked, his loud voice filling the quiet room.
"I didn't."
"You did."
"I didn't."
"Young man! Though you're a first-time drug user, you will be punished by law!" the cop yelled and stood up. He slammed his fist against the table. The other cop that was sitting beside him whispered something to the cop, then the cop marched out of the room.
"Well, I asked the nurse about you. She said it seemed that you didn't even know you took drugs yourself?" the cop asked. His temper and attitude were better than the one before, and he was obviously much more handsome than the other one, too.
"Yes," Cevil nodded his head.
"Do you know what happened?" he questioned calmly.
"No, I was just taking a cab, I don't know why the driver attacked me."
"Do you have any rivals?
"No."
"Then did the driver rob anything from you?"
Cevil hesitated, "Yes."
"What was that?"
"A paper." Cevil replied quietly.
"What paper?"
Cevil hesitated, "I have a friend called Marco, me and my friend, Kent..." Cevil began.
It had been ten minutes after Cevil explained everything in detail, until the part he woke up in the hospital. "So, in a nutshell, the driver had probably injected the drugs into you and knocked you out to steal the hint paper?" the cops asked patiently.
"I don't know."
"Okay," He nodded and wrote down Cevil's words on a paper for record. "Do you remember the look of the driver? Or any unique thing on or about him or the cab, and the car plate number of the cab?" the cop asked.
Cevil thought for a while, "I never bothered to notice the car plate. But I remembered that there were two 'C's. I remembered this because the short form for my name is CC. For the driver..." he paused, "He had yellow teeth." The cop stared at him, "Maybe, something that can help us better?" he begged. Cevil dug into his memory.
"Oh, yes, he had a scar..." and stopped, "A scar like a centipede, on his cheek, left cheek," Cevil confirmed. "Could you draw it out for us please?" the cop said, glad, "Including the driver's face, with the smile you said, as detailed as possible. Write and explain too," he added. Cevil grabbed the color pencils and began drawing.
"I apologize for my drawing."
"It's fine. So, he's bald?"
"It's shown in the picture."
"Just to confirm. Are you sure his teeth are that yellow?"
"Uh, no. I mean half yes, half no. I don't really remember. Anyways, I don't think yellowish teeth matter... right?"
"It does, this information might do some help. Are you sure his scar looks like that?"
"Yes."
"How do you identify his age?"
"By his appearance and... voice?"
"He spoke to you?"
"I can't recall."
"So how can you confirm that he is in his sixties? Did you know the age of my colleague that questioned you earlier?"
"Late twenties?"
"No, he's already forty."
Despite the hateful attitude of the cop, Cevil felt impressed for the cop was able to keep so young and fit. "So, Sir, is there anything else I could possibly help with?" Cevil asked, hoping to change the subject. The cop smiled, "Just try to remember as many details as possible. I'm begging you, just try to." The cop said, "We must follow the sequences, so even if you're innocent, but well, we currently do not have any evidence yet, so you'll be detained for some time for taking drugs- But don't worry, I'll try my best to help you. This isn't a complicated case. Inform me if you remembered anything, I'm Kelvin, Kelvin Jin, so if you want to meet me just say you're looking for Sir KJ or KJ." He gave a friendly smile again and left the room.
"Okay..." Cevil murmured, after KJ left the room.