I Became a Police Officer in a Superhero Genre

What does someone like me need, injured to the point of disability? Ah, I’m asking besides the obvious things like treating wounds and rehabilitation.

The point of this question is one thing. I’m asking because I’m bored. Because I have nothing to do. Because I feel like I’m going crazy from boredom.

It’s boring and painful. It’s been 5 weeks since I was stuck in the intensive care unit. As a police officer, I’ve been in and out of hospitals like a second home, but.
Until now, I’ve never been hospitalized this long, and I’ve never felt this stifled with nothing to do.

The cause is my right arm that the doctors reassembled like a puzzle.

My right arm, which the police hospital said they couldn’t even touch so I got treated at a university hospital, had become entangled with my gun and turned into something like a modern art piece, but miraculously regained its original form thanks to the power of modern medicine.

But that miracle naturally required a price. That price was none other than the long time needed for recovery.

Despite resting well and continuing treatment steadily for 5 weeks lying in the hospital room, I’m in a situation where I can’t even remove the bandages, let alone the stitches on my arm. And there’s even terrible pain on top of that!

The doctors say my current recovery speed is average, but since my body has had no minor illnesses and healed quickly no matter how injured I got after being reborn, taking this long feels very awkward and boring.

Of course, I know. That until now, my body has healed unusually quickly even when injured.
Even I could believe I had a superpower with how quickly I recovered from any injury, but – it seems there’s nothing I can do about injuries at the level of causing disability.

My thigh is in a bit better condition so I walk around whenever I have time, but when I remove the bandages on my right hand, what I see isn’t a human hand but something like a fruit pie made by an Englishman.

I secretly hoped that with my recovery speed I’ve seen until now, I could overcome even the disability and in a month or two at most, the pain would disappear and I could walk around normally.

But someone said it, didn’t they? You get betrayed because you expect. It’s fucking shitty because it hurts so damn much, damn it.

“Boooring.”

The chief who was quite badly injured in this incident has already gotten better and moved to the general ward. The other people who shared the hospital room with me have left the room for various reasons.

Various reasons. – Right, let’s be honest. The fact that my injury isn’t healing quickly, the boredom, the pain in my hand, none of that really matters. There’s one reason I’m having a hard time now. It’s because of the sounds of wailing coming from all directions.

Where I am is not the police hospital but the intensive care unit of a university hospital. There are people who are unconscious and on the verge of death all around, and many people actually die.

And as many people die, wailing sounds come from all directions, and listening to it with a clear mind makes me insanely depressed.

If I stay like this, I feel like I’ll develop a mental illness too. I want to get out of this damn intensive care unit, but they say my arm is in a condition that’s difficult to handle in a general ward, so I can’t force it either.

As the saying goes, I feel like I could sell even my soul if I could just escape from here.
But the shitty thing is that there’s a woman who’s really like a devil near me, so it’s hard to even jokingly say such things.

As I lay in bed looking at the ceiling, suddenly the contents of a dream I had before came to mind.

In the dream, Mina with her hair tied in a ponytail and a gun hanging at her waist told me that if I find the Dokkaebi’s younger sister, I could recover, didn’t she?

It’s just a nonsensical dream, but isn’t it human psychology to cling to even dog dreams or horse dreams when desperate?

Let’s think about it. Judging by her unusual appearance, the Dokkaebi’s younger sister is also likely a superpower user with high probability.

I don’t know exactly what superpower that kid has since the Dokkaebi’s family or what happened to him didn’t appear in the novel,
but there’s a non-zero possibility that she might have a superpower that miraculously heals people.

Come to think of it, when I was dragged to the Dokkaebi guy’s house, he was clearly in no condition to regain consciousness.
But when his younger sister went into the room for a moment and came out. He opened his eyes and spoke to me normally.
Seeing this, the possibility that the Dokkaebi’s younger sister really has a superpower to heal people has increased a bit.

Of course, it could just be that he got up somehow in that state thanks to the characteristic tough physique of superpower users – but there’s not absolutely no hope.

Okay, let’s say the Dokkaebi’s younger sister really has healing abilities. Then the remaining problem is finding the Dokkaebi and asking –

It’s not like I know the location of that bastard’s house or his phone number. And since I’m stuck in the hospital now, I don’t know what that bastard did at the scene and how he appeared.

To meet that bastard, I’ll have to pound the pavement in the end –

I’m trying to find a way to heal miraculously quickly by meeting the Dokkaebi’s younger sister because I can’t leave the hospital now. But to find that Dokkaebi’s younger sister, I need to go outside first.

To sum it up simply, it’s like this. The superpower the Dokkaebi’s younger sister has is clearly not a recovery ability. It shouldn’t be. Grapes you can’t eat are sour grapes, fuck.

Even people hospitalized in the intensive care unit can receive patient visits. I learned this fact for the first time today.

No one came to visit me even once in 5 weeks, and I had never been to an intensive care unit or had someone I know hospitalized in one, so I didn’t know until now.

Thanks to the explanation from the nurse who informed me that there was someone who came to visit the hospital room, I learned that even critically ill patients can receive visitors.

But then why was there not a single person who came to visit me for 5 weeks?

I felt quite hurt for a moment, but thinking about it, the people who would come to see me are at most police colleagues, and most of those colleagues are in a situation where they’re hospitalized like me.

The reason those colleagues would come is probably to deliver condolence money, but the people who would collect that condolence money are all hospitalized too. So there’s no one to come see me.

… Then who is the person visiting now? Is it Mina? I felt an inexplicable ominousness at the same time as I wondered, but.

Having endured the hell of boredom for 5 weeks, I readily accepted the visit saying even a ghost would be fine because I missed human warmth. And something scarier than a ghost appeared before me.

“How’s your arm?”

“It hurts. Fucking hurts.”

The person who came to visit me was none other than my deputy Sai. I thought it might be better if it was a ghost and asked God. What did I do so wrong?

No, okay. Considering my meager human relationships, I secretly thought the only people who would deliberately come to visit would be Mina or Sai.

But according to the chief, I heard that Sai was also quite injured after rushing to the scene first with me [though I was dragged into it], and because she got scolded by the chief for that incident, I thought Sai wouldn’t come right away.

But damn, why is this bitch fine?

She has a large gauze attached to her face and her arm is in a full cast, so at first glance she looks badly injured, but this bitch. There’s no unnaturalness in her movements that’s characteristic of injured people.

Simply put, if you look carefully with a bit of attention, you can tell this bastard is feigning illness.

If she’s been walking around like this outside too, then the other police officers who didn’t notice she’s fine are idiots, and if she’s only stopping the feigned illness in front of me to try and catch my reaction, then this bitch is indeed a double-faced bitch.

Anyway, it’s shitty. I glared while chewing on the meat dumplings Sai brought as a get-well gift.

One month and one week more. During the period I was stuck in the hospital room, I couldn’t even watch TV properly, so I don’t know how the external situation is flowing.

I heard bits and pieces while chatting with the chief who shared the same room and the nurses, but thinking about what this bitch might have plotted during the 5 weeks I was gone gives me goosebumps.

But my biggest worry right now isn’t the possibility that Sai plotted something during those 5 weeks, but the problem of not knowing what this bitch will do with me who has become disabled.

If it was this bitch’s plan for me to become disabled, that future is scary, and if this bitch simply made a mistake – it’s scary not knowing how she’ll handle a broken toy.

Everything is fucking scary. It’s really sad. I just wanted to live moderately and roughly…!

As I chewed on the pickled radish while swallowing my unresolved anger, Sai looked at me. Not with the blue eyes I see occasionally, but with the black eyes of Detective Sai from the Special Investigation Team.

What is this bitch thinking? I looked at Sai while moving my jaw until what was in my mouth became completely powdered and half turned into juice.
Sai silently watched me only moving my jaw without saying anything, then soon opened her mouth. That face looked like she couldn’t stand the boredom… or rather, a face feeling guilty?

“…Deputy Chief. It’s good to see your face. I’m really glad. Still, only your arm, no. …This isn’t it. I was supposed to be with you, Deputy Chief, but only I’m fine like this… No, no. This. I’m sorry. I don’t know… what to say right now…”

Sai’s lips trembled as she lowered her head. If someone saw, it would look like a rookie police officer feeling guilty that only she was fine while everyone else was badly injured.

And seeing Sai like that, I thought.

This bitch is really good at acting to an unpleasant degree.

I looked at Sai, forgetting even to close my mouth. Sai had a face like she had chewed on something bitter. She rubbed her cheek as if searching for what to say now.

But that appearance was disgusting beyond being detestable. After 5 people died and I even became disabled, is this the face you show when you come?

I’ve really felt this many times while doing police work, but it’s unpleasant because I can’t understand what’s going on inside the heads of criminal bastards.

I thought this bastard came to check my condition and in vulgar terms ‘see if I’m a toy that can be played with more’, but she’s spouting such nonsense.

Uncharacteristically of me, anger welled up and strength entered my fist. The names of the five dead detectives flashed through my mind for a moment, but I painfully took a deep breath and swallowed the rising emotions.

I’m mentally exhausted from frequently seeing and hearing about people’s deaths while staying in the intensive care unit area.
Calm down. If you lose your reason and get angry at this provocation, nothing will come of it. Didn’t you know from the beginning that this bitch was a bitch?

I slowly regulate my breathing. And I tried thinking in the opposite direction. Doing so ignites my fighting spirit to somehow return to duty and find evidence that this bitch committed crimes.

Alright, I have one more reason to catch this bitch.

So what should I say here? I could just let it pass, but I don’t like that.

At least now, tired both mentally and physically in the hospital room after receiving this disability assessment, I can’t just let it pass.

Even if I can’t say it directly, I need to say something to this criminal bitch to be able to sleep tonight.

I forcibly suppressed all kinds of swear words trying to burst out of my mouth like fireworks and chose my words carefully to answer.

If she’s acting as a police officer struggling with guilt, I could poke at her while pretending to comfort her in return.

“I’m not going to spout nonsense like ‘everyone who went to the scene with me in uniform did what they had to do’.
Look at the people hospitalized and the dead people. How unfair. Their families died because of a damn shitty psycho murderer bastard.”

“Aren’t you frustrated? We’re ordinary people without superpowers or anything. If we get badly hurt, we die, and no new power appears to break through the crisis in situations where we might die.
Just because we’re ‘police’. But because we’re police, we had to do it, right? If you’re wearing the uniform too, don’t talk nonsense and go do what you have to do.”

Barely holding back from cursing “you bastard”, I almost say “you’re really a damn person”.

Still, somehow I want to curse at this damn bitch that because of you, innocent… no, I don’t know if those people were corrupt police, so this isn’t right.

Anyway, as I spoke as if cursing that people died, Sai opened her eyes wide. Soon she smiled and said:

“That’s right. ‘Police’. Both Deputy Chief and I are just police. That was important. I made a really ‘big mistake’. Getting unnecessarily excited…”

It’s a subtle smile as if she gained enlightenment, but why does it give me goosebumps?

I don’t know what meaning was contained in that mumbling, but is it just my nervousness that it seems like she gained some worst realization from what I just angrily spat out? Or not? Fuck?

Sai grinned and nodded. She apologized to me saying she misspoke.

For a moment I chewed over what I had said, but looking at just the words, there was no room for interpretation other than telling a deputy feeling guilty not to talk nonsense in a rather sharp tone and to do what needs to be done.

Ah really, what’s with this bitch? Why is she acting like this? As I blinked my eyes looking at her, Sai changed the subject saying there was good news. She took out her phone and showed me something.

“This morning, we found Minus who escaped last time. He was found in a park plaza in Cheonho-dong. He’s currently been transported to the hospital,
and the police have started investigating the person who kidnapped Minus… Although it led to another incident, at least we caught that bastard.”

“…Him?”

Wasn’t it you who took that bastard?

I secretly thought that if he was found, he would be found dead, but listening to what she’s saying, it seems he’s alive.

I unconsciously turned my gaze to the phone Sai was showing me. But what I see is Minus – is it? What the hell is this, fuck.

I felt indescribable disgust seeing the image that appeared on the phone screen. What is that?

A chilling, disgusting, and unacceptable object that looked like it was made by finely chopping and kneading a human body was floating on Sai’s phone.

This insane objet d’art clearly had Minus’s face and body, but the lower body and arms were dismembered and stood around like decorations. The intestines were hanging like Christmas ornaments.

I’ve seen all sorts of things doing police work, but I’ve never seen anything this horrific before, and I was inwardly certain I would never see anything like it again.

No, more than that, is this thing alive? Really?

“He was found at the scene and is still alive. He’s unconscious and the chances of survival are extremely low, but currently the doctors are doing their best to-”

While Sai was continuing her unpleasant explanation, a message arrived on the phone. I saw that message too as I was looking at the phone together.

The message that appeared on the screen was a brief news: “00 Hospital 16:47. Minus died of shock”.

“-try to save him, but it seems he died. We couldn’t even get testimony on who made him into such a state…”

Sai covered her mouth with her hand in a regretful tone. I could bet my entire fortune that when this bitch lowers her hand, she’ll be grinning from ear to ear, but I didn’t have the strength to lower her hand.
She’s really at a national representative level when it comes to shamelessness.

Fuck, I was happy because they said bulgogi would be served for the first time in hospital meals today, but I can’t eat meat after seeing something like this, fuck.

I feel nauseous from the image of the disgusting objet d’art etched in my mind because it’s too horrific. Unable to hold it in, I spat out the meat dumpling I was chewing in my mouth.

This damn shitty bitch. I probably won’t be able to even look at meat for the next week. Even when I try to eat meat dumplings, this unpleasant objet reflexively fills my mind.

I covered my eyes and let out a pained groan. Is it okay to show something like this to a patient, fuck.

…Wait a minute, was what I just saw perhaps a kidney? I checked Sai’s phone again. Ah, it’s not a kidney but a liver.

I covered my eyes again with my uninjured left hand. The sight was so horrific that a hazy afterimage keeps lingering in my mind.

…Wait, was that dangling thing perhaps a blad-s are creatures that die because of curiosity. At the end of my 30-minute visit with Sai, I gained a new realization.

Let’s somehow heal quickly to catch that Sai bitch too. No, let’s find a way to heal.

I’ll show you a man in his mid-30s who escaped beyond the intensive care unit… no, an old- no, a mister. I quietly strengthened my resolve inwardly.