Reborn Tycoon; Ethan Wayne’s Rise

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“He's dead”

The line on the cardiographer straightened and the loud high pitched sound it made resounded in the room. The doctor, with head movement, signaled to the nurse.

“Charge”

A surge of electricity went through his body and Ethan felt his soul rise and then with a hard, sudden push back into his body. He could hardly open his eyes and when he tried, or so he thought, he saw the doctors backing up. His eyes felt weak and heavy and he was squinting.

Or so he thought. To the doctors, he was very much dead.

He closed his eyes and a thick cover of darkness covered him. A darkness that drifted to sleep.

The next time he opened his eyes, the face of a young nurse looked down at him, an obvious brightness to her countenance. She looked like she was quite happy to meet him and Ethan couldn't tell why. He was more surprised that he was still alive and he knew he was still in the hospital from his surroundings. A man's figure appeared beside her unexpectedly to him, his face blurry but obviously stern and he frowned down at Ethan.

Ethan tried to talk but all he heard was crying.

“What the fuck!”

He tried to get out of whatever he was in but his baby hands just waved in the air.

The man still stared down at Ethan.

“Get rid of this child”

“What?”

“I said get rid of the child! Orders from above!”

“From … where?!”, the nurse answered back, looking at him with the most shocked expression ever.

“I'm sorry sir but that is against policy. This is not an abattoir and we do not get rid of…”

Her words were cut short as another man, heftier than the other, stood by her, with something resembling a gun. Another guy joined them, seemingly the doctor with a dark shadow behind him that Ethan knew just had to be another man. The nurse was hesitant and she pushed the weapon to her head, placing her life in more danger.

“Get rid of it already!”, The man ordered. At this time, Ethan started to cry as that was the only form of communication that translated to a call for help. But he was a baby and in the midst of such a companion, was considered to be thrown away. The nurse held the pillow with shaky hands and his hysterical cry rang sonorously in the air.

Darkness covered Ethan's eyes again. Hopefully, for the last time.

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Gasp.

Ethan took a deep breath as he woke up in a shudder, his heart palpitating rapidly. For a moment, he'd found it so hard to breathe, like he'd been held under water and struggling.

His eyes darted around as he tried to calm down. He was in a different room this time and it looked nothing like the hospital. He looked down at the bedding, the softness of the mattress was amazing. The duvet was thick and white as well as the bed cover. He looked up to the chandelier light that glowed orange giving the room its own personal sunset experience. Vases and ornamental items decorated the obvious master bedroom with a small passage he felt led to the back. Ethan was for sure at the highest stage of confusion. Could someone explain what the hell was happening to him? He'd been transiting through time and space for God knows how many hours or days and only God knew if this was his bus stop.

And, wasn't he supposed to be dead? Ethan touched his body frantically as the thought occurred to him. He could feel himself and he could squeeze the duvet. But perhaps spirits could do that too?

Ugh… He didn't know and he felt sick of it.

But he had to be real if he could feel stuff, right? Funny, how they'd tried to kill him twice. Perhaps, maybe he should really be dead.

Perhaps he was dead. Ethan made an attempt to move his legs. They moved alright, out of the bed as he wanted them to. He got to his feet and the covering fell off his body.

Funny, the same time he heard the doorbell.

He was startled, the unexpected sound giving him a mixed feeling of shock and then embarrassment. When the doorbell rang again, he realized that it was coming from his own door and he had no clothes on. His hands took a protective pose instantly as he was at loss on where he could find clothes.

A beep sound followed seconds after and a voice message came through a small speaker just beside the card reader on the wall next to the door.

“Good morning Mr. Ethan Wayne. I'm sorry to disturb your peaceful sleep sir as I have to announce to you that breakfast is served and ready to be brought to you in bed”

Ethan stood there for seconds, at sea on what to do. On the door, he could see no handle and his first thought was that she could just swing in at any time. Suddenly and frantically, he searched for clothes.

She repeated the same message after some minutes but he still had no clothes on.

“I'm coming… do.. don't come .. come in. Just.. just hang on”, Ethan said, his hands over his privacy as he walked into the adjoining walkway.

“Noted sir”

When he attempted to open the closet door, he discovered it had no handles. None in Whatever form he could think of.

“What the heck?!”, Ethan cursed in frustration, subsiding his voice. Whoever was outside definitely didn't have to hear his wails of confusion.

He looked all over the door, perhaps he'd see some sort of hinge. But there wasn't any, not even by mistake.

“What is with this place and no handles man?”, he said in a quieted voice, as he tried to push it with his shoulder. That proved abortive too. Ethan stood back and then tried placing his hands lightly on the surface of what he now doubted was a closet. He pushed lightly and that was exactly the magic he needed. The door slid out and opened.

“Woah. No darn way”