Thirst

Then I took it out to eat it.

It was...

this big.

Yellow, tasty looking sponge cake.

I held it in my bosom all day.

Then I saw a girl carrying

her sister on her back.

Looked obvious

they were starving.

So pale, weak and helpless

I turned away to eat it.

But I ended up giving it to them.

It must've been warm since

I carried it around all day.

I didn't know if I'll ever

have cake like that again.

She gobbled it down and shoved

some in her sisters mouth.

Think God will remember that?

Though its been 30 years?

Absoposilutely.

Remembering is His specialty.

Of course.

That song, Father Can you

play it for me, again?

You can do CPR, right?

Go!

Stop!

Again!

Charge.

Those who seek direct communication

with God are prone to self-hatred...

The Devil will eat right into you.

As St. Bruno said, 'Suicide

is to die a martyr for Satan.'

It's worse than first degree murder.

It's worth a life sentence...

in hell.

lots of sun

and take a cold shower.

Get Gods help through science

and take some anti-depressants

Stop thinking about

killing yourself.

And... forget the

bastard who dumped you.

Father...

Ill deal with the bastards

and the worldly matters.

You just stick to praying, Father.

Ask the bishop to send

me to Emmanuel Labs, please?

The Vatican does not

approve of that experiment.

Sarah died on Monday

even after 8 surgeries.

Hyo-sung went into

a coma yesterday.

It kills me to watch them dying.

No one knows what

really goes on at that lab.

I want to save people.

I told you to go to med school

since you were in the crib,

study ophthalmology,

and heal my eyes.

But Father, I must go and...

Enough! I'll just give you absolution.

Stick to the confession!

Geeze!

Dear patients, I regret not

seeing you before I left.

I was busy preparing

for my sudden vacation.

I packed a bunch of things.

But they say to bring my body only.

The monastery prepared a

luxurious hotel for me.

Fr. Emmanuel Memorial Biochemical Labs

At times like this

I'm glad I joined The Order.

EV, namely Emmanuel Virus.

When infected with it,

the symptoms are...

First, blisters start

to form at the limbs,

then around the lips

eyelids, inside the nose,

then spreads to the

middle of the body

through the respiratory

and digestive tracts

The blisters cluster together

get bigger, and burst open.

If the lesions form in the muscles,

it can form big ulcers

and will hemorrhage.

If it reaches the

internal organs,

the patient will start

coughing up a lot of blood,

and eventually die

of excessive bleeding.

There is no cure.

So if you were to get

infected during the experiment...

all is lost.

Now.

Instead of the usual answer.

What is your real purpose for

volunteering for this experiment?

On occasion, some people come

here thinking prayer is useless.

And with the intent to

commit a 'dramatic suicide'.

That is very discouraging for us.

By nature...

it's hard to distinguish

the state of mind of

those who want

martyrdom or suicide.

I expect you're not

someone like that are you?

Are you sure about this?

My prayers work fine.

Please look at

the camera and speak.

Since Father Emmanuel

isolated the virus,

there's not been one African

among the 600 victims.

They've all been

Caucasians or Asians.

And over 80% of them

have been missionaries,

namely single males.

That's why the people here call

the disease the 'Curse of Bazira'.

Bazira is the goddess

of widows.

First, we administer the

vaccine we have developed,

then an inactive

EV inside the body.

Then we observe if the

vaccine functions properly.

Grant me the following in the name

of our Lord Jesus Christ

Like a leper rotting in flesh,

let all avoid me.

Like a cripple without limbs,

let me not move freely.

Remove my cheeks,

that tears may not roll down them.

Crush my lips and tongue,

that I may not sin with them.

Pull out my nails

that I may grasp nothing.

Let my shoulders and back be bent

that I may carry nothing.

Like a man with tumor in the head

let me lack judgment.

Ravage my body sworn to chastity

leave me with no pride,

and have me live in shame.

Let no one pray for me.

But only the grace of the Lord

Jesus Christ have mercy on me.

A month has gone by already.

Watching the grand view through

the window is more fun than TV.

The hotel owner gave me

her best room,

saying I'm handsome.

Thanks to all the sunlight

my skin is tanned and peeling.

Time of death, 3:31 p.m.

Grant me the following

in the name of

our Lord Jesus Christ.

Like a leper rotting in flesh,

let all avoid me.

Like a cripple without limbs...

His skin...

let me not move freely...

6 months later

Touch my leg, Father!

Please pray for me, Father!

Please, Father?

My daughter has leukemia!

I heard...

people are coming to seek prayers

from The Bandaged Saint?

Don't know how that

nonsense started.

Though I did hear

of some people getting cured.

Guess it can have

a psychological effect.

After all, you're the only one

who survived out of 50 volunteers.

Right?

Wow! You're so lucky!

Are you the miracle

survivor out of 500?

My son has cancer!

Please pray for him!

It's just a psychological effect

Theres nothing I can do.

Channel 9 won't come on, Mom.

Let's pray kids.

Did you ever live in Busan?

We are gathered here

to pray for Kang-woo.

Born under Your grace and love,

embracing even

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