章節 6: An Enemy
I called for Mrs. Scott as I walked towards her with no amount of hesitation. The attention of the people around loses sense while all the way proceeding to their everyday work with nothing much enthusiasm.
Mrs. Scott faced away from her servant and took a glimpse on me, her face rather not convinced, "Ohm… yeah-" After, she laid back again her moody eyes towards him and demanded superiorly; her fingers held on her hips leaning forward a little to intimidate him, "-Once I count from one to five, you should retreat at once from my sight-" She closed her eyes deepening her placidity from engaging more into an outrage, "One- " In a blink of an eye, the frantic tuxedo man dashed out of the scene before Mrs. Scott advance to number two.
As Mrs. Scott's aura of dominance filled the air, I beamed awkwardly whereas Christina stood stonily. The shattered mug on the ground left undisturbed. The cold wind heated up. The lack of ecstasy throughout the day worsened. 'Old ladies can be scary at times… Somehow most of them are but otherwise, I don't think so.'
The cold silence casted a disconcerting vibe, smelting the colours of the rainbows inside. The rolling of the wheels roared behind as one group of workers dragged their stretcher along, with constant orders sounding through the setting. The whistling of birds outside swatted the negativity nearby; only to give out stressing calls for the pessimistic. It took me a while to pull Mrs. Scott out of her generic mood.
I stood in front and commented casually, "Sorry to break it out to you but what do you get from browbeating that guy?" I sighed inwardly, "Prolly just me but its too over the top-"
Mrs. Scott snorted; her face whitened as the fear convulsed through her skin, "Reasons-" I shut her off, squeezing plainly my words, "Anybody has a reason. I had a reason. Christina also had a reason and you as well. But not all reasons got excuses." She responded astoundingly; her pupils scattered away from me in desperation, "Sure- but-"
Christina meanwhile, added; her eyes sparkled while keeping up with us, not likely to be ignored, "Right when we are born, we always got reasons… that's what Aiden is trying to tell." Having heard that I complained inside, my big brain hurting as always, 'Umm yeh I guess. I hate how you worded it out.'
We glowered to each other, exchanging faces like we were connecting through telepathy, 'What's with you?' She pulled a thumbs up with a contented grin, 'Let me be, please. That's not helping her at all.' 'Who gets to say that?' 'Me, of course.'
Mrs. Scott protested clenching firmly her chest as the pain settled inside her, "You don't understand…-" She looked alertly sideways, not letting anyone eavesdrop on her, "- I've been fantasizing about him being the murderer of my child. I can't take it as a joke… I'm well aware that he might be one of those pawns our opposing company delivered to menace us." Christina extended her gaze on her; her mouth dropped open in dismay, "Wait… What do you mean?"
I'd never thought that might happen; in fact, I could tell from her diction that she's dubious of her own observation- one that often acknowledge a person to heed every occurrence in a way to terrorize them.
I assured; my inscrutable face awoken, "That might happen. Yes, I know. But being a pilgrim for that 'assumption' does make everything perilous… You are one of those victims they control over because you are self-conscious on alot of 'small' things… and sensitive for 'no visible reason'-" I stared at her tilting my head on the side as she blinked and furrowed her eyes denying everything I said, "No need to twist everything that unfolds. In a way, your life won't be manipulated by this so called 'opponent' of yours."
Mrs. Scott wasn't satisfied with me. Her dank eyes weighed down as she went forward near me while pulling my sleeve in agitation, "I swear, he's one of them! Those people who attempted to bring the case back to the surface to dampen the company's reputation." As she said that, my brain boiled in bamboozlement, 'Case? Bring back the case?'
Then again, an awful memory jugged through me. 'Having said that, Albert's upper lips edged and his eyebrows furrowed as he glowered, ready to aim his second strike at my skull, "-After all he still had deep concerns over your departure, even though you triggered an offense that will cause his company to downgrade!" '
Somehow it matches up… but am I one of this people who does this out of threat? I'm not sure if I've done such thing with my petty brain… another flashback passed by, 'He bit his down lip while his chin jutted not believing what I had stated, "-So you got amnesia, huh?- " ' I'm not. I can still remember every single of them… please stop.
I clutched my head, biting my lip trying to defeat my 'ego' from acting up as another abhorrent reminiscence scooted through my nerves. My belly bloated as an urgent feeling of nausea crept through, holding my stomach together from leaking my intestines out, 'An old man with a large moustache yelled vehemently on me, "You're an ill-wisher… so does your mother!"' No… they don't connect. There is no way such a thing could be this coincidence.
Mrs. Scott held my arms, mouthing words I can't perceive; likely bewildered of me. Her feet tapped on the floor, eyeing at Christina for assistance.
Christina in a lightning flash rushed to me as she saw me bowing desperately for resistance, "Hang on, I'll assist you to the comfort room-" She sniggered in disgust, "Let it sink in… for now." As she said that, my mind bounced back to my former state… although my stool is kicking out again in a flash. 'Great,'
I held my knee in a leaning position, steading my back as I watched Mrs. Scott chuckle, "Don't fret about it-" My stomach growled in a quick temper as I demanded towards Christina-, "It's coming out! Quick!"
Instead of helping me, she stood by; her head turned away from me, "Eww! Don't get closer to me!" That's it. At this time, I knew that the only problem I had to sink in to myself is the fact that I had to go to the CR after these memories came through me. Imagine getting diarrhea after seeing past one fragment of your memory, it couldn't be me.
After freshening myself in a nearby comfort room, Christina and I were walking continuously side by side through the wide hall as the admitting department marched backwards. Several people with a disposable mask lined up two metres away from each other, holding forms and texting on their phones.
Disregarding the sounds of the environment, the hospital fell silent. 'Tranquillity is one efficient way to avoid every people from being affected… It cannot be a solution for long but rather still pleasing for a lot.'
I was observing as usual the interaction of people when suddenly Christina threw me a first aid kit. I caught it instinctively with a shock Pikachu face. She insisted me; her eyebrows tilted outwards, "Use this. After following these simple steps, consult Doc. Kelsy."
I ranted on her, knowing that she's letting me do it myself, "How about you help me?!-" I placed my hand on the other, gesturing her to listen up, "You're well-aware that I've been walking like this the whole time and you didn't bother helping me… and you call yourself a 'nurse'!"
She glared at me with a scowl, "Who cares about you anyway?" Having heard that, I screamed at her in response, "Wow, so caring of you! Nurse had to aid patients regardless of how they see the patient and now, you're leaving me like this! Is this some part of a joke?"
She dodged the question while looking away from me with a rapid roll on her eye, "So when did you meet Mrs. Scott?" "Try to avoid and I'll keep on disturbing you later this night. I bet you'll see me as someone much scarier than Albert." She snapped after I mentioned him, clearly spooked, "Disturb me?"
I cut her off going off topic, annoyed by her expected rumbling, "Okay, I'll answer that question of yours." "Its really fun to see you getting uptight over nothing, just to make excuses in angering me."
I neglected her, pushing myself away from her as I answered with a smile, "I met her because she asked me for a meal. But since I'm a generous guy, I complied in a heartbeat." She sounded a 'tch', "I bet you were only doing that to zip her mouth. Knowing you."
Out of the blue, I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to me with a strong feeling of displeasure. My chest was an inch away from her. She blushed, definitely unattended with my murderous look.
We stayed on this state in a while as blurry spheres of red oozed through the air. Her warm breath cascaded my neck as her little shivers vibrated on my palm. She announced shamefully, letting her head low as she gave up on me, "I wanna ask you... 'cause I didn't expect you to be close with Albert's mother… I'm sure you know her." My eyes widened as I heard that. 'Umm…. What?'
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