8 Get Well Soon
Beads of perspiration make a bubble-like form on his forehead.
He furrowed his brow and moved his mouth like he was chewing on something. It looked like he wanted to open it and talk but was struggling to.
His orbs made traces of movements through his close lids. He looked so pale and fragile, unlike the healthy boy that still pouted his lips a few days ago and refused to leave his sick brother alone and headed for school.
Slowly, he began to turn left and right on the bed and finally found his voice.
"Mommy…. I want my mommy." He said and in his dreamland, he was running so hard and being chased by men in black.
The words they exchanged about killing him and hiding his body had become a trauma for his tiny self.
The more he ran at that scene, he was calling for his mother in his head that he didn't want to die.
It got to the scene where he was asked if he wished to kill or be killed.
"I want my mommy." He said again and his legs began thrashing against each other. The quilt covering his body was harshly pulled away, and his legs making a running movement as he turned to his side.
"Ethan…. He's sick…... I want to use the toilet….. Mommy, I want mommy." He began mixing his words and speaking it in a jumble manner that you could barely make out a reasonable sentence, aside from the names.
"Daddy?" The little girl licking lollipop on the day he was saved from his assassins tapped his dad and pointed her index finger at Nathan, who was laying on a bed that was just for the boy of his age.
Everything was brand new, since it was arranged before they landed at their base.
It has been 5 days since the whole incident and the boy hadn't gotten over it. He would be like this all through the night and when he woke up in the morning, he would stare blankly at the ceiling and refuse to eat.
The only method he was able to get fed was through one of the man's inventions. It tampered with the human brain and worked like a brain paralysis.
He will look like an idiot and everything you do to or with him will be okay. It won't be questioned.
The man barely uses it but if the boy continued like that, he might die. They would have returned him to his parents, if not for the fact that it will be a waste.
Shane was known for his cruelty. No one messes with him and since the parents of this boy had managed to, there's no way he would not kill the boy if he was released.
The man moved closer to him, touched his forehead and checked his breathing. His breathing was slow and his body temperature was very high.
He slowly removed his upper wear, while the little girl named Tiffany walked closer to the bowl where a towel was dipped inside the water in it.
She had been watching her daddy take care of Nathan since they arrived and felt that she could do it.
With the towel still in the bowl, she dipped her palms in it and pressed it, not taking it out and squeeze like it should be done.
"Tiffany….. Heh." Her daddy was stunned when water splashed on him and the boy he was checking on.
Her black orbs looked into his own innocently. She realized there's still so much water after she pulled it out of the bowl and wanted to whisk it away by swinging it up and down, which resulted in the water splashing.
The man ended up smiling and nodded at her. He didn't try to correct her and motion her to go and do what she wanted to do.
She seemed very excited and repeated the process of whisking the water away.
She moved closer to him and with one hand, she held the towel and began dabbing it to his forehead, while constantly looking at her daddy when Nathan's mumbling got louder.
Slowly, it began to die down and his eyes fluttered open, weakly. His irises were pure white and blue orbs barely seen.
He had been opening his eyes and seeing a stranger. A man he didn't know, who was just as big as the ones that wanted to kill him.
This time, it was a beautiful little girl with her eyes seeming to beam with excitement that he woke up.
"Daddy, see." She said, believing she made him wake up.
Nathan just kept staring at her. The fright that took over his entire being whenever he woke up didn't come this time.
Perhaps because her eyes speak innocent instead of danger.
The fact that she smiles instead of crying makes him believe that if a little girl was this fine in this strange place that isn't his parents' mansion, then he might be safe.
He saw the man stroke the little girl's hair and she smiled at him.
She enthusiastically reached the towel into the bow again and with all her might, she whisk the water away, which was effortless, but she doesn't understand that.
To her little brain, she had managed to release the water.
Nathan blinked repeatedly as the water entered his eyes, but stopped when the girl began touching the towel to his body and smiling.
"Get well soon." She said.
