Time Ghost

Chapter 48

 “May I see Mr. Baron Schneider? Please, this is urgent.”

A black suit wearing man was speaking in front of the mental hospital’s receptionist at the lobby. She looks upon him cold and careless. Before the woman and her indomitable authority, no one would be granted exclusivity amongst others, therefore the man’s neglected presence up front.

Of course, being mistreated will heighten a fury down within. Veins across the temple of his forehead stiffened alongside arduous communication between the two. He plays a piano-less rhythm upon the table. Once filled without noise, it goes more intense in every seconds of patience loss afterwards,”Hey, do you mind if I barge in there? I’ve got a package for Mr. Baron Schneider.”

His tone goes loud, almost yelling out of his lungs,” Are you really ignoring me, miss? I kid you not, it’ll never be pretty for you to do such petty stuff against me.”

“Please, show your id card first, Mr. Who-ever-you- are. I’ve said to you so many times and you just think I’ll let you in without one.” She finally replied, “Our country has restricted movements for men and women of Naulus, after all, so I have to check on your identity first.”

~bam~

He placed an identity card upon the table. Loud and clear, the man almost ruin the square-shaped credentials as it collided against the metallic frame in utmost haste,”That’s what you wanted, right? I said it’s important, and somehow you’ve accused me of being a spy. Is that your hospital’s protocol of treatment for customers?” He pouted. Against his wrath, the woman suddenly grows weakened and feeling crippled around the knee.

“I.... i .....” She said, stuttered,”W-what’s in the box.... M....sir?”

He invites the woman close by the fore-finger gesture, then whispers across her ear as she follow suit.

“A pair of prosthetic legs. It’s a present from my boss. Don’t you dare asking me who’s that person, or else you’ll see the end to your miserable life.”

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Fourth day beckons ahead of the young man and his deprivation. Baron Schneider stares forward, facing the window, gazing down the first floor to observe further of a presence on the basketball court. Tyrone Gallardo will return home after his successful treatment upon the head. The young man planned to go back in living secluded under the shades of his parent’s corn field in order to avoid too much contact against the normal life for awhile.

Thus, a lonely hours for Baron Schneider, indeed. Their interactions were fairly short in period. But, there are limited persons in the hospital who would have themselves full-equipped in facing social conversation against the other patients around them. Most of them were still damaged in mentality as they were looking for nothingness more than to find a corporeal friend up front.

His only chance is Charlotte Simmons to talk with.

I have admitted incorrect answers for a bunch of Charlotte’s query yesterday. No reason of me to come out, yet, unless I have her heart racing within my bag. She is the sole key for my departure. Evidently, the woman received my intention and responded gleefully towards my approach.

She was talking about my preference, too. What a wimp of me to not conclude them in my consideration seconds after. Of course, my own thoughts of the woman has blocked them out, but I somehow saved it with a valid answer nonetheless.

Why won’t I adore an auburn-haired lady? They have uniqueness traits upon their skin. It’s particularly rare, those hair of hers. I haven’t even talk about her beautiful green-eyes, yet. It glows as my gaze reflected the sun upon her sight by the time we hurdled the obstacles of my mental illness.

Charlotte was helping Baron Schneider to carry on with new life outside of warfare. She encouraged me to become a motivator and leading others to have none of my woeful condition by enlistment to the battlefield. Her grief consoles me to get out from madness derived off the warfare I’ve had involved. She was whimpering towards the story I have told her in-between.

I’ve changed my mind. Charlotte is no longer Stacy before my eyes.

~tok-tok~

Two sets of knocks upon the door averted his attention down bottom,”It’s open.” He shouted a little.

“Yo!”

Tyrone Gallardo waves a hand upon the young athlete. Beams adorned the face alongside a small box across the waist. No one else behind him. Just the towering heights before his short-term friend of the hospital,”I thought you’re still sleeping. How’s you doing?” He asked.

“Don’t mind me, Tyrone. How’s you?”

He scratched his cornrow hair a few times,” Not much. I’m confused on what I’m gonna do after my rehab.” He said, chuckled a bit. Before he could muster another word, Baron Schneider tackled the man slightly by the front-side of his wheelchair to the shin.

“Oww! It hurts, how come do I still have to teach you that, sting-ray?”

“Around 10 more? Nah, I’m kidding, bro. Let me fist that hand of yours.” He offers a knuckle forward,” Don’t mind to contact me if you ever need an assistance in your stance. I can tell you things by experience.”

~drap-drap-drap~

Their conversation goes into halt after running sounds hustled into their room. There are a number of white uniform personnel behind a man in straitjacket. Some of them are fatigued by the unstoppable olympian and unable to follow his lead after five minutes of sprint.

“I’m gonna miss this moment, Baron. He’s my motivation to walk free.” Tyrone Gallardo sobbed,” You see, Mr. Hudson Galampea is my hero in the past. I can’t really leave without myself remembering him here, trying hard to be victorious in his battle as much as I do.”

Against his speech, Baron Schneider is taken aback and withdraws himself a little,”Are you nuts? It’s not what I remembered about you, Tyrone. It’s no way for you to talk deep-“

~bam~

“Where’s Mr. Baron Schneider?”

A nurse suddenly appeared before them, standing at the door’s entrance. She exhales a deep breath for relieving her weariness within the muscle. Her eyebrows shaped a triangle on its end.

“Why’s the rush, ma’am? Did that man scare you?” Baron Schneider asked, then putting his palm before the chest,” I’m Baron Schneider.”