There is nothing but a warm wetness on the boy’s clothes and hair. He could see a bright red color that stains his eyelids, resembling the color of a human hand that is being jabbed with photons of lights emitted from the sun. Everything feels so nice and tranquil to the young boy, no pain, no anxiousness, no fear, no worries; everything seemed like a moment of perfection that can only be experience by dreaming. However, it was all in reality for the boy. Soon, the boy grew tired in this “dream” dimension and decided to take a nap of eternity.
The boy opens his eyes and sees a white ceiling decorated with splashes of yellow stains. On the right side of him, he could hear the heart monitor beating to his every heartbeat. On the left side, he sees a familiar girl, with her head tilt a little back, her eyes closed and her mouth fixed ajar. The boy gazes at the girl’s beauty, the smooth glossy black hair that looks so angelic, and the imperfect smooth face. The boy wants to sit upright on the bed; however, his body seems to deny his brains command. Instead of forcing his body, the boy decides to continue lying.
The girl wakes up from her slumber, “I am really glad that you were capable of waking up.,” she said with a screechy high voice. Clearing her throat, “Do you want some water to drink?” she said with a muffled high voice.
“Y-y-es-yes.” responded the boy with uneasiness.
As the girl hands the boy the floral Dixie cup filled to the brim with cold water, she asks with worry and curiosity in her tone, “How are you feeling? Does any part of your body hurt in anyway?”
“It seems like I cannot move my body. Do you know what happened to me?” the boy responds.
“I-I, to be honest, I do not know what happened to you.” The girl responded as tears stream down her delicate imperfect face. As she cleans her tears from her face, a middle-aged woman dressed in an Adrianna Papell sleeveless sheath dress, with a pair of Jimmy Choo designer strassed women’s black satin pumps, holding a cup of Mocha in her right hand and a Louis Vuitton Artsy GM N41173 handbag hanging off her left forearm. Behind her came three men dressed in black tuxedos from Louis Vuitton and wearing black sunglasses, written on the side of one arm of the glasses saying GUCCI with gold coloring.
“How are you feeling my dearest son?” asked the middle age woman with anxiousness in her tone.
“Mom, do you know what happened to me?” asked the boy with pain and curiosity.
The mother of the boy tells one of her guards to contact the doctor that her son was awake and needs to have a check up on his condition immediately. As the mother waits for the doctor to come, she stares at her son with pain in her eyes and is struggling not cry at the condition that her son is in. The girl slowly moved herself into the corner of the room, trying to hide her presence from the mother and the guards. The doctor strolls into the room and went to the boy asking him how he was feeling and what parts of his body hurts the most. The boy responded that he could not move his body and that he felt lightheaded.
The doctor responded, “ Well, the reason as to why you cannot move your body is because you have two compound fractures on your right femur, minor damages to the spinal cord, three fractures on the vertebrae, and a minor pelvic fracture. You did however have a brain hemorrhage on the cerebrum from your accident, but we did immediately patch that up just a day ago.”
“I would recommend that you get more sleep, and I am kind of shocked that you are capable of waking up so fast after taking a good amount of painkillers and have gone through a brain surgery.”
The nurse called out the doctor that another patient was having breathing problems and needs medical assistance. The boy’s mother walks up to the boy and begins stroking his light brown curly hair.
“Mom do you know what happened to me?” the boy asked. Tears run down the mothers pale cheeks like runners racing down a track field.
“I-I really do not want...I do not know what happened,” responded the mother with her voice all muffled.
“I want to know,” whispered the boy.
The mother gasps a couple of times and responds, “Get some rest now.”
The girl in the corner of the room slowly slides down the wall to the floor covering her face and crying silently, hoping that no one in the room can hear her. The mother walks out with the guards following her back. Right after the mother left, the girl in the corner of the room gets to her feet and walks out the door of the room. Immediately after the girl’s presence has left the room, a studious man, with a shaggy beard, and dressed in a light brown professor suit walks in. The man pulls up a chair on the left side of the boy and breathes heavily out. The boy flashes open his eyes and swings his head to the left staring into the man’s emerald green eyes.
“I see you have survived from that nasty fall,” said the man with a deep rustic voice.
“F- Fall?” responded the boy with a curious and amazed tone.
“It does seem reasonable that you have no recollection of what happened since you did damage your cerebrum.”
“Can you tell me what happened to me or at least how I fell?” asked the boy with a raspy dry voice filled with curiosity.
“How about I get you some water first?”
The man gets up from his chair, and walks around the boy’s hospital bed to the cabinet and fills a clear glass cup with lukewarm water. The man fills it up halfway and walks it over to the boy. The man elevates the boy’s upper body at an acute angle with his right hand and tilts the glass cup at also an acute angle. The boy drinks slowly. Once the boy finishes half the water, the man sets the glass on the nightstand next to the boy and slowly lowers the boy’s upper body onto the bed. He walks back over to the chair and clears his throat.
“So once upon a time, there was a-”
“I’m not a child so you don’t have to do that, just give me the story with the raw information, that is all I want.” responded the boy with irritation in his voice.
“Well okay, no childish intros. Yes?” asked the man with a smirk on his face
“No childish intros.”
“I’m pretty sure that you haven’t forgotten the idea that you are a rich boy right?”
“Correct.”
“Since you didn’t lose the memory of coming from a rich family, I believe you know that your parents own one of the largest multinational retail corporations in the world, Wal-Mart Stores, Inc. or Walmart.”
“I still remember that my parents own Walmart, so go on,” responded the boy with anger in his tone.
“Okay, okay, sounds like you still have a lot of your memory intact except for how you fell and why you fell. So I will start off with that.”
“So your uncle, Mr. Walton, has some debt that he owes to Diabolik-”
“Who is Di-a-bo-lik?” ask the boy with uneasiness and curiosity.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I should have known that you don’t know your infamous mafia bosses or drug lords, since you’re only adolescence and have parents restricting you from knowing about anything from the underworld,” responded the man with a cool, calm tone with his deep rustic voice.
“My parents don’t restrict me from doing anything that I want to know or do. I’m just not exposed to the poverty atmosphere and the people suffering from poverty that is all.” The boy shouted with rage in his tone.
“Okay, okay, calm down. Diabolik is the current Sicilian Mafia godfather located in Sicily, Italy. His real name is Matteo Messina Denaro, known to be a notorious criminal and killer in the world,” said the man with no tone in his voice.
“Is he in jail or is he dead?” asked the boy with an eager tone.
“He is not in any of those situations, he is in hiding currently, and he has his soldiers targeted at your family, the Walton’s,” responded the man with a murky tone.
“So you’re saying that my current condition is caused by my uncle owing money to Matteo Messina Denaro, am I right?” asked the boy with a curious but scared tone in voice.
“That’s right. However, your minor pelvic fracture and the upper femur compound fracture was cause by escaping from four of Matteo Messina Denaro soldiers. I’m guessing that they got a nice beating on you before you ran and jumped over the bridge, slamming down onto the train tracks and ending up in the situation that you are in.” Said the man
“So that’s what happened,” whispered the boy.
“You are pretty brave to jump off a 25 feet high bridge. I am impressed.” Acknowledge the man with excitement in his tone.
“Thanks. Who are you?” asked the boy with an eccentric tone.
The man gets up from his chair and begins to stretch, twisting his body from left to right and giving off small yawns. The man had a muscular figure, his blue polo was struggling to keep his pecks from busting out and his professor coat looked as if it was ready to rip any moment. The man’s jeans were ripping at random spots, looking just like jeans that can be obtain from any teenage clothing store.
“Do you mind if I hold off that question and get myself some coffee and possibly something to snack on?” asked the man.
“Just do it quick,” retorted the boy.
“Thanks,” responded the man.
The man turns around and swings open the light brown cedar wood door, and as he takes a right turn into the hallway, his right hand behind him pulls the door shut. Down the hallway is Mrs. Walton or the boy’s mother with her three guards standing in front of the elevator waiting for the man. The elevator bell rings and she and her guards step in. The man increases his walking speed and as he gets closer to the open elevator, he sees that the elevator door was hold open by one the guards. The man steps in and scooches himself to the back of the elevator to get next to Mrs. Walton.
“I guess you told him?” asked Mrs. Walton with an anxious and scared tone.
“Yes I did madam,” responded the man with a calm and affirmative tone.
“You don’t have to be so-”
“I’m sorry; I forgot that you didn’t want to be called madam anymore. I just got too used to calling you madam,” interrupted the man.
“There was no need to apologize, I understand that I have been your superior for a decade and a half and that the madam part was embedded into your head,” responded Mrs. Walton with still the anxious and scared tone.
“So how are you going to handle this, Matteo still has his men targeting your son?” asked the man with a plain tone in his deep rustic voice.
“Does your men know by any chance where Matteo men are?” asked Mrs. Walton with now an affirmative tone.
The presence of the elevator’s movement comes to a complete halt and the shiny metallic door slides open allowing in a radiant color of orange and red into the six feet by six feet space. Mrs. Walton, the man, and her 3 guards walks out of the elevator and takes a right turn towards the main entrance of the hospital.
“My men have killed one of his men and put two into custody, at this very moment, the two should be in interrogation. I will make sure that there will be two officers in front of your son’s room, and two officers at every corner on the floor to maintain your child’s safety. Please, mad-Jennifer, leave this to me to deal with,” said the man with a sincere tone in his rustic voice.
“Hearing these words comfort me, and knowing that you will be protecting the safety of my child gives me assurance, and knowing that you’re always persistent on cases, I know you will stop Matteo’s men from hunting my child,” responded Mrs. Walton with a relieved tone.
They stop in front of the hospital’s main entrance automatic doors and before stepping out into the noisy atmosphere beyond the automatic doors; Mrs. Walton faces the man and gives him a five-second tight awkward hug. She turns around, and she and her three guards walk into the radiant orange light. The man lets off an awkward smile and jams both of his hands into the front pockets of the light brown professor suit.
“This is going to an exciting case to do,” giggled the man.
