4 Eruption

My initial euphoria of conquering my mental nemesis has disappeared as reality had quickly set in. The doctor has already run some tests and it's quite clear that I may be crippled for life. As of this moment I am in a sitting position of the hospital bed and I have my 'mother' babying me. Oh how I burn from the very bottom of gut up to the top of my lid of the fact that I have to refer to this stranger in front of me as 'mom' but I quickly calm down once I notice the unconditional love and concern in her eyes even though the pity ruffles my feathers so to speak. I am pretty sure the childhood memories of the original also help me in calming down…for the moment. I have yet to grieve for the life I have lost.

I look towards the person next to my mother and witness my new 'yaya' observing me deeply with quite the inquisitive look in her eyes.

'I have to be careful with this one.' I think to myself, she has quite the sharp intuition and is deeply observant in nature. I do recall that she never liked my sperm donor to begin with and was capable of sensing that he was a fraud from a mile away.

I immediately proceed to give her weak smile with my eyes glistening a bit and she begins barging me with questions in Spanish, I believe…

'Huh…I actually caught some of that…nice seems like I'm bilingual now.. wait I do know malayalam and hindi as well so is it quatro lingual or tetra lingual? whatever.'

"I am alright yaya…just a little hot, that's all." I say to her. She notices that I am not being exactly truthful but regardless she immediately goes towards the other side of the room to get the remote for the air conditioner.

"Oh Miggy I am so glad that you are awake and alright. I don't know what I would have done with myself if the worst happened." My mother says for what seems to be the 10th time in that sexy Latina accent..

'No no no no….bad thoughts bad thoughts'. Which then turns to annoyance again of the fact that she is back to babying me. Look I get that I am stuck to a bed for now, but that doesn't mean she has to treat me like I'm a delicate piece of furniture.

She notices my annoyed look and then immediately looks to her watch and then makes sure I am okay again and proceeds to quickly excuse herself for work related reasons and drags my yaya of the drop her ass home and then go to work herself.

'Finally, some alone time' I sigh with some relief…but just like that the damn nurse comes in and starts speaking in a condescending tone and tries to make herself look concerned of my well-being.

"Do you need anything sweetheart? How about I switch on the tv? Maybe you would like some juice or water?" she says in that sickly sweet tone that grates on my nerves.

'Just doing her job' 'just doing her job' I repeat to myself two more times and just ask the dumb bitch who can't get the hint to bugger off to turn on the tv and give me the fuckin remote.

She does as asked and then proceeds to fuck off. I change channels and then eventually reach the news. Seems like they are talking about the school fight, looks like some dumb cunt from school captured my fight with Robby and my fall. Watching the original's pathetic show of mercy and then the oncoming ass whopping and the finale of the fall again awakens the rage that I have been brushing off from the moment I gained any sort of awareness in that everlasting darkness.

The anger has reached an absolute boil and I end up tossing the remote at the tv, but I miss and it end up crashing against the wall below it. I ignore it and decide to try meditating in order to calm down but that seems to be proving futile as I can still hear the damn news anchor and his guests talk about right and wrong like as if they are completely perfect and have never made a mistake in their lifetime…

'Washed up old farts' I think to myself with some much needed amusement. Well at least some of my anger has dropped. I should've known not to tempt fate for a second time as I witness Johnny fuckin Lawrence enter my room, and just like that all of the original's and my anger comes back with an absolute vengeance.

'This is not good, not good at all. I am not in a good mindset to talk to this failure of a man in a calm manner'. I think to myself in turmoil.

"Hey kid." He says in what seems to be in a relieved manner.

"You look like shit." I state in an emotionless tone. My neutral expression and emotionless tone takes him aback as I assume the original was always quite warm.

"Yea, well I got into a fight and I had to be seen as a patient in order to enter this side of the building as only family is to be allowed in here, couldn't come with your mom as I'm not her favorite person at the moment."

"I can see where she is coming from, I would like to let you know that at this moment you are not my favorite person either."

"Look kid I…" he starts to say, "What do you want Johnny?" I quickly interrupt in a no nonsense manner.

"I'm sorry kid…I don't really know what to say." He says with quite some shame in his face. But this only make me angrier as that was not what I wanted to hear…

"SORRY?? Is that all you have to say? I trusted you!! I followed all of your instructions to the letter and gave that little shit you call a son mercy just like you asked of me, I could've snapped his arm like a fucking tooth pick if I wanted to…and what do I get in return?? Your precious boy spit on my mercy and kicked me out the second floor of the school and I am most likely to remain a cripple for the rest of my days, and all you have to say is sorry??" I rage out completely unhinged. I witness this pathetic man look down to the ground in shame. My anger hasn't died down one bit and at this moment this fellow seemed like the best person to lash out at.

"It wasn't true was it? The fact that you wanted me to be a better man. Prior to the all valley you were all about strike first, strike hard and no mercy, but the moment you saw your son get injured in the tournament it was an immediate 180. Hawk told me that you only wanted us to show no mercy unless it your son and I only ever defended you, I trusted you and look what has happened." I state in a broken manner with tears running down my face.

"Sensei Kreese told us not to show mercy, but I chose to listen to you and now I am the one who pays the ultimate price. I could have died, my mother would have had to bury her only son and through some freak miracle I have managed to survive but regardless, my life has most likely changed forever and all you can say is sorry?"

The man is still looking at the floor like a child and then I hear a weak voice speak up "Listen Miguel, we don't know for sure whether---"

"I don't know exactly what the doctor said but I have witnessed my mother's reaction and it was not good. You curing my asthma was a complete fluke…Are you telling me that you know better about my spine than a man who has studied his entire life in order to save people from illness or injury?" I mock him with some vicious satisfaction.

The man just continues to look away from me and that just triggers me more.

"Look at me.." I state quietly, he does anything but that…

"LOOK AT ME, JOHNNY LAWRENCE." I scream at him. He hesitatingly looks back into my eyes. I look at him and notice his red teary eyes and messed up face but I do also notice some anger due to my references to his brat of a son and honestly I don't feel the love I once I believe I had nor do I have much respect for him anymore.

"You did this to me as much as Robby Keene did this to me and I would like you to know that I will never forgive nor will I ever forget…Now get out of my room."

"Miguel..please…" he pleads…but I'm personally done with his presence as everything is just too raw and painful…

"GET OUT…PLEASE…just get out." I say in such an emotionally drained manner.

Johnny hesitates for a second then nods his head in a beat-up manner and then proceeds to the door.

"I don't need you anymore…" I say with some lingering spite as a cheap shot. He stops at the door for a second and then leaves.

I breathe heavily for a few seconds and feel my face dry up. Once I have sufficiently calmed down, I look back at my conversation with Johnny and feel some regret, moreover, I feel as if a part of my life has been ripped apart. Do I regret the way I spoke to him? Absolutely, I could've most definitely handled that better. But do I regret what I said? No not really, some of the things I said is what I believe to be real and had to be said..I believe it was itachi who once said that one man's reality is another man's illusion or was it the other way around? I wonder if Naruto exists here…back on topic no I don't regret what I said and well there isn't anything I think I can do about it. I believe I just emotionally hit a man when he was at rock bottom. Honestly, that doesn't make me feel all that good.

I come to the conclusion that I'm not as good at controlling my emotions like in my previous life, I further consider whether it has to do with me still being a teenager and fuckin hormones. I do recall being very impulsive and having quite the temper during my teenage years.

I sigh again at the mess I created and then immediately come to the realization that I may have driven away the only man who may have been capable of getting me to walk again…..

"Motherfucker!!!!"