THE PUPPET THEY WANTED.Gregory washed off every foam from Elvis's body as he gently ran his hand on his bruise. When his body was clean and less sloppy, he gave him a neat towel to gently dab the water off his skin, and another one to use around his waist.Gregory led Elvis back to the room, and everyone followed them behind. He led Elvis to sit on his bed before going to his bag to pick up a gel to be used on Elvis's skin to avoid blisters, which might damage the smoothness and tenderness of the skin.Elvis just sat there gently. He groaned at the stings from the burn when needed and kept his innocent look."How are you feeling now?" Gregory asked him after he had successfully applied the gel on his skin. He even plastered his head with the gel just to reach his scalp."I'm fine, I guess. Though it stings everywhere." Elvis muttered."Sorry about that. It will all ease soon. Trust me," Gregory assured him, to which Elvis nodded.Gregory stood to his feet and faced Jordan, "He will b

NICE JOB.Camila could not stop ruminating on what transpired between her and Elvis. Elvis just behaved like a child and she couldn't just overlook it. "For the love of God, what did they do to him?" She wondered.She had had an encounter with Elvis before, so she knew he wouldn't behave like a puppet. Even when he first woke up from the coma, he was not like this. He was very outspoken and would not allow himself to be controlled. He had self-control and his mouth was not like that of a spoiled typewriter which did not know where to stop.Camila's mind wandered off, "Or, was he doing all those probably to tell Sammy about what we do to him?" She wondered again. "But his expression was nothing like that. He was so genuine." She replied to herself.She took all doubt away from her mind at that and lay on the three-seater sofa in the sitting room. "I will wait for the Father to return and tell me what is going on." She thought and closed her eyes.When Jordan returned home with his wife

ANGELIC DEVILISH.Elvis woke up and immediately got ready for school. He was dressed in his white and black uniform, his old school shoes, and the old bag which he had been using since he began school. He looked nothing different. When he was done and made to step out of his room, the door opened and Camila came inside the room with a designer schoolbag, wristwatch and shoes."Good morning, Elvis." She greeted him and raised the things to his face, "See what I brought for you."Elvis smiled at her, "You are looking good this morning." She was without a makeover. Just a lip gloss that brightened the color of her lips and mascara was used on her eyelashes, to bolder the lashes.Her beauty was brought out, and if not that Elvis knew that she was doing everything for him for her family's benefit; not considering his feelings, he would have tried to feel something for her.She looked so perfect.She returned his smile. "Thank you." Then she gave the things with her to Elvis. "Here, change

CHANGE OF COURSE.Elvis's nose almost broke due to the impact of the punch on him. He was trying to recover from it when his collar was grabbed. "You bastard! Do you think you can ditch me?"The punch was delivered to Elvis by Sammy.Sammy had been bolting up all the feelings in him since Elvis's phone call, then the messages, and finally the truth about his identity. He had come to school with those feelings of being left out.The first thing that had been on his mind was to hit Elvis to reset his brain and for him to be able to blab out what was going on."Sammy?" Elvis muttered in question. He spelt out the name with no ounce of familiarity in his tone."Don't Sammy me. How dare you say that rubbish to me on the phone, and how dare you keep it from me that you are Vince?" He asked Elvis in a shout.It took everything in Elvis to remain calm and to pull up a look of screaming confusion. Camila was presently there with them. Hence, he had to pretend, or he would be figured out."I do

A PLAN OUT.Elvis managed to stop Sammy before he could even step out of the lecture hall. "Hey, what do you think you are doing?" He asked Sammy."I am fighting for my friend. Yes. Is that not obvious enough?" Sammy asked Elvis back."Okay, let's agree that you succeed with what you wanted to do, then what? Do you realize what you are risking right now? This is no more about just me. Think about the doctor; he is trying his best for me and his life is on the line here.""He could be killed with his family." Sammy realized.Elvis nodded. "That is what I'm talking about.""Shit!" Sammy palmed his face. He had gone out of ideas.He raised his head to stare at his friend and he was pained. He badly wanted to help Elvis. He wanted to help him with everything in him, not when he just realized that Elvis was his childhood friend.'Will I watch my friend dying slowly in front of me without doing anything? Can I ever get used to not seeing him or hearing from him for a day?' Sammy thought wit