Film of Love

Quarante Cinq

We’ve been a month here or what and still here but this time I have the key to knowing the very first part, the entrance of this seemingly scruffy and complicated first part, the new beginning and it’s crazy how all of them knows I went somewhere without anyone, well, except with my investigator who giving me his liking to accompany me whenever I decided to go or he just loves to somewhat poke his nose on someone’s business. I am kinda regretting being “that” friendly, it’s not that I have a choice, but I do have a choice—I just chose what’s the “best” for me and him, and it went into something I don’t want to. I breathed in and out as I give him a sideways glance. I saw in my peripheral vision that he keeps his body and mind alive as it getting tedious here outside, as he kills time by doodling(?) in those old journals he has, I guess.

I find him amusing as I scrutinized him from head to toe. He has this old and medieval aura on him that made him stand out even though, I remembered him saying that “we” will stay low-key—but there is no “low-key” on what he is doing. I tried to tell him but he seems not to understand, and answered me that I am the one who doesn’t understand, the understanding of “fashion”. He is a funny man, though, yet he is as stubborn as my nephew. In addition to the funny remarks he has been adding up to the list as we came here is that he is a… “fashion killer”, an awkward silence that time is so loud that it gets my ears too deaf. If I'll be talking about him to other people or if someone asks me how he is as an investigator, I might simply say that he is one of a kind.

We are currently on the bench in front of the hospital. I never knew I’ll be coming back, and as I come back I have papers that hopefully will help me get through those blazing eyes of people who are in charge of keeping records.

I wonder myself what will I do when I get that. I know the records hold a lot of details but why should I get those. Can I find a clue? Is there something that will lead me into the real, the mastermind of all of this? Or is it just another failure? Sometimes, I despise myself for asking such nonsense questions whenever I am uneasy with something.

“Sir!” he called me as he observes something odd. “Are you zoning out? It’s like…morning here!” he continued.

“I think…I am…just perturbed on what will happen once I get that paper that holds her records,” I confessed.

“Don’t worry, boss! You’ll get what you want,” he said making me feel a bit better.

I stand up, fixed myself, took the paper out of my bag, and walked toward the hospital. This is the first step. I stopped when I remembered something important that has been hiding in my bag long ago, as I’ll be stepping my foot again in that building.

“Let’s go, sir?” he asked and I nod.

Dramatically entering the hospital. I don’t know if I’ll be recognized but the thing is that it’s possible but not also as some don’t usually fond of watching movies or sit until their ass go numb to binge-watch a series of episodes of mine.

“Good morning, I want to get the records of Ms. January Ashton,” I said to the nurse at the desk. She looked at me as I forgot to hand over the papers.

She skims over the papers that are stapled together, analyzing if it's legal. Well, it’s legal because there is a signature of an attorney. Dem is smart as she gets the signature and notary of the papers in legal terms.

“Can I have your Id, sir?” she asked me for an ID of Identification. I observed that she doesn’t hold any doubts about me but I need to play safe here so I gave her the ‘fake’ ID that I spent some balles on it. as I gave her, I am hoping that she will stop asking me questions about those things and I also took out my last straw that was given by Dem.

“By the way, this is the message of aunt that she has given me the authorization to hand me over the records of my cousin,” I finally said. She nodded her head as she read another ‘fake’ message.

“Please take a seat first,” she gestured. “I will call you with the papers ready to be out.” She added. Politely as we can we seat near but not that open space area in the lounge. There are many people here but I am hoping that no one will ever discover me or the disguise and this plan will blow out like a wildfire.

I check on the clock and it’s been a minute since we seated. I saw the nurse coming out from two gray metal handling doors with a brown envelope and my authorization paper on the other. I stand up not even waiting for her to call me by my name.

“Sir, these are all the papers or the records of the patient named January Ashton, that was hospitalized on March 25, 2013,” she said as she hands me over the document. I see that there is a tape on, it must be opened and there’s a sign over it.

“I am wondering… I don’t know if you know who gave the authority to put some system,” I asked her cautiously.

“I am sorry, I am not the person to tell you that,” she told me as I understand it. I thanked her and left.