The Wrath of Carl Gerald

Chapter Six

Carl Gerald exhaled sharply. He was finding it hard to believe what he was hearing.

However, at the moment, the information the woman kept spilling was unimportant to him. His heart was grieved by the recent loss of his adoptive mother and an ever-rising worry about the safety of his sister.

“Just stop it!” Carl yelled at Debra Zach.

He didn’t wait for her to respond, tossing the black handkerchief at her weakly. “Just stop it. Stop spouting lies!”

Carl Gerald pulled his hospital gown, he stormed through the woman and her seven security guards.

“Wait,” Debra Zach reached for his hand, “Take this, it’s yours.”

“This—”

“It’s a Supreme Black Card from Vesta Bank, It contains earnings you’ve made from all your missions. I believe your pin should be your birthday.” 

Debra cut him off before he could give her orders.

“I don’t want all this right now… I need to go home!” Carl Gerald added impatiently.

“I know you don’t’ believe me so you can just check at the bank. It holds an Immense fortune, which I’m sure you’d need right now. Please don’t reject it.” Debra insisted upon sensing his suspicion.

Carl Gerald saw her confidence was unshaken. “Fine.” He reluctantly accepted the black card with the same acronym printed by either sides.

“Sir, I could drive you to your destination too.” Debra’s stoic face held hints of happiness as she offered. 

“This is as far as you’ll ever get, don’t try to be friendly with me!” 

Carl again stormed out, this time Debra did not try to stop him. She sighed deeply, waving her black gloved hands at her entourage, “Let’s go boys.”

She led the way, her heels clacking with every step and the entourage followed suite behind her. She was now going to report her findings back at her head quarters.

Meanwhile the nurse who attended to Carl Gerald was walking to the morgue with a Senior doctor.

“I’m telling you I’ve never seen anything like it! All his wounds and bruises… gone! He had such severe injuries that I was wondering how he was breathing when he first came in.”

“He was declared dead and now he’s back to life… we need to get this recorded Doctor Thompson, and our hospital could be famous!”

She rushed behind the doctor who was already quickening his pace to escape the annoying chirping of the over-energetic young lady.

“What did I say about drinking before shifts?” He scolded Nurse Diana, “I’m sure you just misread his charts and declared him dead, that’s why when he regained consciousness you called it resurrection.”

“I didn’t drink I’m telling you sir!” She retorted, breaking into a full paced jog.

Doctor Thompson slid open the morgue doors, “Carl Gerald I deeply apologize for the incon…venience?” 

He glanced around but Carl was nowhere to be seen, his tag was placed neatly on the bed. “Where is he?”

The nurse shrugged. She noticed a man running haphazardly around the street in a hospital gown from the window.

“He’s running now too! A medical mystery!!” She brought out her phone and began to record as the doctor ran to the window.

Even though Carl was fairly far away, he could see that all the injuries on his body had truly vanished. “Great heavens…”

That wasn’t the only talk around the hospital that revolved around Carl Gerald. 

Whispers of young nurses and male staff filled the lower floor with glass walls that allowed for a view into the parking lot.

Luxury car were seen once in a while, but seeing so many at once struck awe and envy into their hearts.

The ladies wondered what rich man would own such cars and stood straighter so that they could entice them.

The men grit their teeth at the luck of the rich man who owned the cars.

Upon seeing Debra enter one of the cars, the male doctors began to envy the man who could win against such a stunning and wealthy woman.

Carl Gerald had no idea about the gossip his presence stirred at the hospital. He ran about the busy express in the hospital gown.

People cast judging glances at him, but his rage and sorrow, two overpowering emotions drowned everything out.

He tried to cross the road and was nearly hit by a car. “Hey watch where you’re going!” The driver accused.

Carl Gerald payed no heed and continued to run in the direction of his house like a mad man, not stopping even once for a breath.

He was amazed at his sudden physical improvements, but the feeling of surprise was overshadowed by devastation as he saw his burnt down house.

“M-mom! Sara!” Carl Gerald called.

Carl raced toward the rubble, but he found no trace at all of his sister or mother.

Panic caused his heart to sink, his worries intensified. “If I didn’t pass out…” He muttered, collapsing unto the floor.

Suddenly he heard a muffled scream that sounded like… “Sara’s voice!”

Carl Gerald sped to the direction of the scream. It seemed to be coming from behind the house.

Carl bent around a burnt and ashy curved path until he was able to see a black car and several men trying to drag an injured and crying Sara Gerald into it.

“How hard is it to carry a girl?!” The ring leader said. He was already inside the car and impatient.

“Sara!”

Everyone turned their head to see Carl Gerald blocking the path in his hospital gown. Sara looked the most surprised.

“Hurry up, he’s already here!” The ring leader, Jake Boston, urged, his voice was laced with a mixture of disdain, urgency and venom.