2023-05-27 15:25:22Drippers, white walls, a holter machine, a stretcher? Am I in the afterlife? Brian was still unconscious, was the after life hospital like? Whether you are drunk or high, when has the after life resembled a hospital? Even if Jesus never said how the after life was like, how just how? Brian wake up you aren’t dead! It’s true, not an illusion nor a lie, Brian survived.
Wait I am not dead? Brian still was in disbelief. How can I survive a fatal fall, how? This was pondering his consciousness. But just think, 40 floor building fall and you are still breathing? Not even science can explain such an incident unless…Brian was lucky, his body didn’t hit the solid ground. Instead it torpedoed right in to the truck that brought in mattresses for the wards. Fortunate you say, but not that much, he tricked death not pain . Brian didn’t land body first on the mattress direct. No he didn’t! The truck was covered by a 10 cm thick aluminum cover.So yes, he had to break through the aluminum before hitting the mattress. Ouch! Brian felt it, it was his body, through an aluminum covering, and a missile like impact on 10 layer mattresses.Who is this guy? Brian had just sobered up but he was nursing injuries on his upper body and back pains across his spine. Red eyes, heavy built, masculine in nature, dark skinned, no this person didn’t ring a bell. Yah! Confirmed he didn’t know the person sitting beside him, who seemed lost in thought and in his own world you may say. In disbelief, Ben was in shock, how! He questioned aloud. A pulse, is this guy alive?, Ben went to the holter monitor to confirm that the machine was reading the patient’s actual pulse.“Hello, I am your doctor Rink” pointing to his name tag the doctor uttered to Brian who seemed to have sobered up. “You are a lucky man,” he chuckled, “had Mr. Ben here not alerted us… Brian sir, you would be in a mortuary minivan, on your way to the metropolitan morgue with other corpses.” Said the doctor pointing to the direction of the morgue.“And just asking. What made you jump?” He questioned. And right there all eyes were glued on Brian, all waited for an answer. The doctor, Ben, the nurses all were waiting. “Were you drunk, high on weed, talk bastard what made you do such a bizarre and insane thing?” The doctor cursed under his breath but he didn’t allow emotion get to his head.He couldn’t do it, how can he they could not possibly have a clue, why bother Brian? His inner self told him. Backing down, Brian lay back down his stretcher and looked aside, it was clear he wasn’t ready to talk. Tears flowed, Ben had ruined him, why did he save him? He wanted to die. Now he has to face death in a week’s time. Thanks a lot Ben! Brian’s psychology sarcastically told his conscience.“What’s the bill doctor?” Ben asked, he was willing to pay the Brian’s bill. I mean he wanted to kill himself but he wasn’t capable, now burden him with bills for saving his life? The machines were expensive so with every second, the bill doubled, literally. But Ben had nothing to lose he had trouble spending money, so why think twice paying a stranger’s medical bill? He earned millions daily, what the hell! A brother in need is a brother in deed.“Sign here” Rink retorted and there, Ben just paid a 500,000 dollar medical bill for a person he barely knew, he didn’t know his name but from the doctor, stupid right? But hey, his Brian, the Brian, why judge him I mean all knew who is, given a chance he would have bought the hospital with just a signature on a cheque book.Only left the two of them, Ben saw it best to see if Brian could open up. He just paid this sucker’s bill, he should be ordered to do what Brian says, but Ben paid voluntarily so ego wasn’t involved nor was his pride provoked. Reaching closer to Brian, he sighed “I’m Ben, what’s your name?” Ben asked politely as if talking to a child.Silent, Brian wasn’t ready to speak. He hated him for not letting him die! Curse you Ben! Curse you! He said within himself with every breath he took.He isn’t ready to talk, walk away, you just paid his bill don’t force him, just leave Ben leave! His instincts taunted him. But it’s true he can’t force him, so being human, Ben walked away. “I’m Brian my name is Brian” he spoke finally in a weak somber tone.He speaks! Ben felt it was sarcastic and humorous, he was laughing but inside. Ben turned to look at Brian but then… “Mr. Ben you have to come, it’s your brother, Reuben” the nurse uttered, shaken. She looked afraid , worry drew her face, Reuben…what happened!
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This man who saved him, who made him the man he is from the immature boy he was boy, who made him be the living example of from rags to riches, at this moment he had the guts to brush this away and end his messiah without skipping a beat, without no hesitation, without remorse in his heart. But the countless death toll proved he had no heart, proved that yarn in his head had killed the man and made him the vessel of chaos and pain, the man died ages ago only demons floated inside his shell. Staring at him like his previous victims he increased the weight on his finger, the pressure on the trigger till eventually… “Click!”, is this broken, he wounded scanning the death tool in hand to confirm his suspicions. No bullets, the magazine was empty the echo sounded, but why, he wondered, he was lost by the turn of events like why threaten his sister with an unloaded gun, did he love her? Were they together? All these filled the gaps but still it couldn’t make the full sentence. As he tucked
Crossfire
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“Not much time… this condition may be permanent I’m afraid.”, the doctor dropped the disheartening news, “he may live with it but it will grow at a slow rate so maybe till his eighties will it be the size of a tumor.”, he concluded tying the note on his death receipt. His immature stupid decisions brought this condition, this unexplainable criticality, he recalled his struggles blinded by the love for his sister that he paid no attention to his own. In his initial hell life, when his sister was admitted amidst his scuffles and struggles for money, he attempted to rob the grocery saleswoman down the alley. He had planned everything knowing his sister’s bill was due the next day, he was aware of his victim’s behaviors, “First the fruits… then the wooden boards…” his scanning paused, “…Yes then the money.”, he gladdened his self, locked on the purse, its insides were unknown but it clinked with each swing. Starting his speed from far, he burst his left hand stretched as he neared his v
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“Who am I fighting for?” he questioned angrily, his brutal side took over, his left both hands roughly clutched on her bloodied white shirt, “I said who do I fight for!” he screeched this time colluding her with the wall, her spine was at its limit, her body enough of the brutality. As she gathered the last of her energy to answer the simple question, her last question, she recalled the ordeal, how her so called husband assaulted her beyond humane reasoning. “How will I tell him?” she tensed, after she gathered herself from her drowning self she called a cab, boarded, paid and with no instructions she told the driver, “Drive.”, in a light weak voice. “He will know eventually better I tell him myself.”, she reasoned, still healing on the sudden blunder she just did her thoughts were in a whirlpool of confusion, “But will he understand? I’m his wife he will have to.” She consoled herself again, “I’m more valuable than her sister.” She bragged amidst the torment, this courage braved her
Madman
“When will you be back?” she asked half conscious, “Soon.” He answered hesitantly, how could he answer something not even he knew the answer, a year, a decade, a day, he had no clue, al he knew was the only way out was through that door and once he was out, he was closing the one behind him till… well till forever he guessed. Forever was limited though, after a month or so she was released from hospital and like all alone women out there with tycoon brothers she was moved in the remote west of the island where few people lived the conditions unlike the rest of the island were dry, hot and desert like in some seasons. There with a built home courtesy of her brother, she began small growth development, visiting the upper region more warm than hot she ventured in the weaving sector, then gaining the skills the salon department within her lifespan of her youth she had enough skill to make her self-employed, an employed or an entrepreneur, she just had to choose. Ben and Brian took care o
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