Tortured Jaka
Jaka opened his eyes, still dazed, and saw the familiar ceiling of the room he recognized. Despite the daily cleaning, the smell of medicine lingered and couldn't easily disappear. He was currently lying on a comfortable bed in the school's infirmary.
"Jaka, are you awake?" a young man in Nusa Persada High School uniform sat on the chair next to Jaka's bed. It was Anton, one of Jaka's friends since junior high.
Jaka turned to Anton, feeling a headache. "Anton, what happened to me?" Jaka asked, holding his head.
"You had a nosebleed and fainted in the corridor in front of the class," Anton said, looking at Jaka's face strangely.
"Nosebleed and fainted? What actually happened to me?" Jaka was astonished. He was a healthy teenager, even quite active in sports. It never crossed his mind that he could faint from a nosebleed.
"Do you really not remember? Try to recall," Anton said, trying to hold back his laughter.