Miguel stared back at the man. "Arrest?"
"That's right." said Nemesio, unhooking a pair of shackles from his belt. "You are to come with me."
"Nooo.." Miguel weakly sobbed, burying his head under the covers for protection. Ora glared at Nemesio. Couldn't he see that this man was ill?
Nemesio's face violently turned a violent shade of purple. "Fool! Do not make me lose my temper!" He strode over to the bed and whipped the covers of Miguel, clad in only a pair of pants and sporting a huge, ugly black bruise along his ribcage. Grabbing him by the wrist, Nemesio hurled him to sitting position, making Miguel cry in pain. He forced one shackle closed onto Miguel's wrist and one on his own. "Now get up. Your little friends will be happy to see you. That is, if they haven't been hanged first."
"Nemesio, you jackass, release that man at once!!!" a voice rang out. It was Ora, and she had seen enough.
Nemesio's eyes turned to steel. "Don't be foolish, you silly girl! This man is a thief and will rob you blind as soon as your back is turned!"
Ora snorted. "Yeah, can't even sit up on his own, but can rob a manor. Sure, and the Pope owns a tavern." Miguel managed to laugh weakly at this, but stopped when Nemesio's glare turned to him. "Could you please release him and follow me outside?"
Nemesio raised his hand as if he was going to try and slap her, but instead smoothed his oily, black hair back. "Fine." He unshackled Miguel and pushed him roughly back down, making him scream again. "I'll be back." he growled, pointing a finger at him.
Once they were outside the door, Ora began punching Nemesio in the chest. "You big bully! Have you lost your mind!" she screamed, punching at every word. Of course, Nemesio was wearing a breastplate, so it had positively no affect on him at all. In the end, Ora was the one who was in pain. "Can't you see that the man is wounded?"
Nemesio smiled as if they were talking about the weather. "Of course I do. I saw one of my soldiers shoot him off the top of a waterfall four days ago. But that was after the little bastard punched me in the face." He pointed to his face angrily.
Ora smiled. "Oh, I thought your nose looked more.... Bulbous.... than usual."
Nemesio turned purple with rage again. "You are being stupid. He's just taking your foolish father's kindness for granted. As soon as he gets well, he'll strip you of everything you have. I know it, you know it and he knows it!"
"Well, that's the thing, Nemesio," she said, still smiling. "He doesn't know it."
"What are you talking about?!"
"He's lost his memory. Doesn't know who he is, where he is, or where he's from."
Nemesio's face twisted with anger and frustration. "He's lying to you! Don't you know that's what his type does?! They lie! I'll show you!" He pushed the door open again and stormed back into the room, where a nurse was tending Miguel. "You! Out!" he roared at her, causing her to cry out and flee from the room.
"Listen Cervantes," Nemesio said, trying very hard to sound calm. "You are a thief. I know that, and she knows that. The question is: 'Do you know it?'"
Miguel shook his head, scared out of his wits.
"Fine." Nemesio said, looking as if he was about to explode. "I'm going to ask you a series of questions to see if you really don't remember anything. Understand?"
"Uh.... Yes?"
Nemesio paced back and forth as he spoke. "Question number one: What is your name?"
"M-Miguel Cervantes?"
"Aha!" Nemesio screamed, pointing accusingly at him. "I knew he was lying!"
"You already told him what his name was, genius." Ora said, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.
Nemesio blinked. "That was a practice question. Here's the real one. Question number one: Who are your partner's in crime?"
Miguel stared back at him. "How many do I have?"
"Two."
"Okay, uh.... George and William?"
"One is a woman."
"Oh! Okay. George and Isabel?
"No."
"Peter and Mary Jane?"
"No...."
"Kenneth and Lindsay? Kevin and Rosie?"
"NO!" Nemesio roared, running his fingers savagely through his hair, trying to tear it out.
Ora felt that if she watched anymore of this that she would die laughing. "Nemesio, this is going nowhere. I think we should get the doctor and see what he thinks."
* * * * *
"Now Miguel, I want you to follow my finger." the doctor said. He waved his finger around Miguel's face, whose eyes where following. A few seconds later Miguel groaned and closed his eyes. "Okay, dizziness." the doctor said. "Well, he has many symptoms of head trauma. I don't see why he shouldn't have amnesia."
"You see?" Ora said, elbowing Nemesio in the arm. "I told you he wasn't lying." Nemesio said nothing but kept a loathing eye on Miguel.
"How long does amnesia last?" Cid asked.
"Well, amnesia is very unpredictable." the doctor said. "It can last days, weeks, months, even years." Miguel whimpered when he heard this. "But it's very rare if it takes years." he added. "In the meantime, you need to get lots of rest and drink lots of fluids."
The thought of eating something made Miguel heave a little. Of course there was nothing left inside of him so no one was worried.
As soon as the doctor left, Nemesio walked up to Miguel. "These fools may think you don't remember anything, but I don't. If I see you step one foot outside this house, I will have you in jail and killed the next day."
"You won't have to worry about that." Miguel sneered, which surprised him. Was he really that brave or that stupid?
Nemesio gave one last glare and walked away. "We'll have that lunch some other time, Señor Partida." As soon as the door closed behind him, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
"You know," Cid said. "His father was a good friend and a wonderful person.... It's a shame it didn't pass on to Nemesio." He chuckled to himself and bid the both of them goodnight.
Ora smiled at Miguel, who smiled weakly back. "Well.... Goodnight."
"Wait!" he cried out, and Ora stopped in her tracks. "You know, and I know, my name. What's yours?
Ora smiled and blushed. "Um.... Ora. Stupid isn't it?"
"No. It's beautiful. It suits you." Miguel said, gazing at her. "Ora.."
Ora suddenly felt very uncomfortable about his presence. "Uh.... Goodnight, Señor Cervantes." she walked quickly out the door and closed it, leaving Miguel dumbfounded.
"Idiot!" he said, slapping his bandaged head. "OW!!! God.... "
"That's right." said Nemesio, unhooking a pair of shackles from his belt. "You are to come with me."
"Nooo.." Miguel weakly sobbed, burying his head under the covers for protection. Ora glared at Nemesio. Couldn't he see that this man was ill?
Nemesio's face violently turned a violent shade of purple. "Fool! Do not make me lose my temper!" He strode over to the bed and whipped the covers of Miguel, clad in only a pair of pants and sporting a huge, ugly black bruise along his ribcage. Grabbing him by the wrist, Nemesio hurled him to sitting position, making Miguel cry in pain. He forced one shackle closed onto Miguel's wrist and one on his own. "Now get up. Your little friends will be happy to see you. That is, if they haven't been hanged first."
"Nemesio, you jackass, release that man at once!!!" a voice rang out. It was Ora, and she had seen enough.
Nemesio's eyes turned to steel. "Don't be foolish, you silly girl! This man is a thief and will rob you blind as soon as your back is turned!"
Ora snorted. "Yeah, can't even sit up on his own, but can rob a manor. Sure, and the Pope owns a tavern." Miguel managed to laugh weakly at this, but stopped when Nemesio's glare turned to him. "Could you please release him and follow me outside?"
Nemesio raised his hand as if he was going to try and slap her, but instead smoothed his oily, black hair back. "Fine." He unshackled Miguel and pushed him roughly back down, making him scream again. "I'll be back." he growled, pointing a finger at him.
Once they were outside the door, Ora began punching Nemesio in the chest. "You big bully! Have you lost your mind!" she screamed, punching at every word. Of course, Nemesio was wearing a breastplate, so it had positively no affect on him at all. In the end, Ora was the one who was in pain. "Can't you see that the man is wounded?"
Nemesio smiled as if they were talking about the weather. "Of course I do. I saw one of my soldiers shoot him off the top of a waterfall four days ago. But that was after the little bastard punched me in the face." He pointed to his face angrily.
Ora smiled. "Oh, I thought your nose looked more.... Bulbous.... than usual."
Nemesio turned purple with rage again. "You are being stupid. He's just taking your foolish father's kindness for granted. As soon as he gets well, he'll strip you of everything you have. I know it, you know it and he knows it!"
"Well, that's the thing, Nemesio," she said, still smiling. "He doesn't know it."
"What are you talking about?!"
"He's lost his memory. Doesn't know who he is, where he is, or where he's from."
Nemesio's face twisted with anger and frustration. "He's lying to you! Don't you know that's what his type does?! They lie! I'll show you!" He pushed the door open again and stormed back into the room, where a nurse was tending Miguel. "You! Out!" he roared at her, causing her to cry out and flee from the room.
"Listen Cervantes," Nemesio said, trying very hard to sound calm. "You are a thief. I know that, and she knows that. The question is: 'Do you know it?'"
Miguel shook his head, scared out of his wits.
"Fine." Nemesio said, looking as if he was about to explode. "I'm going to ask you a series of questions to see if you really don't remember anything. Understand?"
"Uh.... Yes?"
Nemesio paced back and forth as he spoke. "Question number one: What is your name?"
"M-Miguel Cervantes?"
"Aha!" Nemesio screamed, pointing accusingly at him. "I knew he was lying!"
"You already told him what his name was, genius." Ora said, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.
Nemesio blinked. "That was a practice question. Here's the real one. Question number one: Who are your partner's in crime?"
Miguel stared back at him. "How many do I have?"
"Two."
"Okay, uh.... George and William?"
"One is a woman."
"Oh! Okay. George and Isabel?
"No."
"Peter and Mary Jane?"
"No...."
"Kenneth and Lindsay? Kevin and Rosie?"
"NO!" Nemesio roared, running his fingers savagely through his hair, trying to tear it out.
Ora felt that if she watched anymore of this that she would die laughing. "Nemesio, this is going nowhere. I think we should get the doctor and see what he thinks."
* * * * *
"Now Miguel, I want you to follow my finger." the doctor said. He waved his finger around Miguel's face, whose eyes where following. A few seconds later Miguel groaned and closed his eyes. "Okay, dizziness." the doctor said. "Well, he has many symptoms of head trauma. I don't see why he shouldn't have amnesia."
"You see?" Ora said, elbowing Nemesio in the arm. "I told you he wasn't lying." Nemesio said nothing but kept a loathing eye on Miguel.
"How long does amnesia last?" Cid asked.
"Well, amnesia is very unpredictable." the doctor said. "It can last days, weeks, months, even years." Miguel whimpered when he heard this. "But it's very rare if it takes years." he added. "In the meantime, you need to get lots of rest and drink lots of fluids."
The thought of eating something made Miguel heave a little. Of course there was nothing left inside of him so no one was worried.
As soon as the doctor left, Nemesio walked up to Miguel. "These fools may think you don't remember anything, but I don't. If I see you step one foot outside this house, I will have you in jail and killed the next day."
"You won't have to worry about that." Miguel sneered, which surprised him. Was he really that brave or that stupid?
Nemesio gave one last glare and walked away. "We'll have that lunch some other time, Señor Partida." As soon as the door closed behind him, everyone let out a sigh of relief.
"You know," Cid said. "His father was a good friend and a wonderful person.... It's a shame it didn't pass on to Nemesio." He chuckled to himself and bid the both of them goodnight.
Ora smiled at Miguel, who smiled weakly back. "Well.... Goodnight."
"Wait!" he cried out, and Ora stopped in her tracks. "You know, and I know, my name. What's yours?
Ora smiled and blushed. "Um.... Ora. Stupid isn't it?"
"No. It's beautiful. It suits you." Miguel said, gazing at her. "Ora.."
Ora suddenly felt very uncomfortable about his presence. "Uh.... Goodnight, Señor Cervantes." she walked quickly out the door and closed it, leaving Miguel dumbfounded.
"Idiot!" he said, slapping his bandaged head. "OW!!! God.... "