Chapter 20
William was in the revalidation centre, working on his physique. The gunshot wounds in his chest and belly were healed well, but not completely closed yet. A lot of scar tissue had formed on the wounds and he wanted to keep them supple. He had begun to carefully train his abdomen and chest.
"Should you be doing that?"
One of the male nurses, Michael, who he could actually stand, leaned on the bar next to him. He was always looking out for Will, even if the latter didn't care one bit for it.
"Sure, have to train, right?"
"I don't think it's very healthy, Will. Your wounds are not fully healed yet."
"So what? I can take a bit of pain."
"Will. . . The doctor send me here to talk to you. They are all of the opinion you do way too much for your own good. You're not getting out of this revalidation centre sooner because you train hard. In the end it might even take you longer."
"What do you care? You have patients enough, haven't you? Just leave me alone and go to them. I can take care of myself."
"If you say so."
William only nodded and Michael left. His so-called girlfriend hadn't been to the hospital anymore after the last time he yelled at her. Druscilla had been back for one of two times, but he hadn't said one word to her. Why should he care if nobody else did? They had left him lying there in that alley, people must have seen him. Now that he was starting to recover, everyone wanted a piece of him and was his best friend. Fuck them all.
After twenty more minutes of training he was tired and couldn't go on. He winced in pain as he set himself straight. Michael was right, his body was not prepared to train hard yet.
"Mr. Carrington."
He looked to his right. A doctor had taken the place of Michael at the bar.
"Doctor."
"Do you know the purpose of a revalidation centre, Mr. Carrington. Because I can almost safely say that you don't."
"I do, Doctor, but I don't think it applies to me."
"It doesn't, and that's why I'm letting you go, Mr. Carrington. For one weekend only, to your aunt and uncle. It's time you're getting back in your normal environment, to regain strength."
"Why do I have to go there? Why not just to a hotel or something?"
"Because you have to face your fears, Mr; Carrington."
For once, he didn't disagree with the doctors advice. Everything to get out of that centre!
"They are coming to take you home in an hour."
"Okay."
He slowly walked back to his room, which had been his home for the past weeks. He hated it strongly, but not as much as staying with those two people. But he would do anything to get out of that bloody centre. His aunt came in first.
"Hello honey, how are you?"
"Good. Can we go now?"
"Do you have everything?"
"Yeah."
He only had the clothes he had on, no bag to take with him.
"What about your clothes?"
"I don't like them, don't want them anymore."
"But honey, they are yours."
"Are you deaf? I don't like them! I'll buy some new ones, okay?"
"Okay, no problem. . . Let us go."
He walked along with his aunt and uncle to their car. Same old, same old, soon they would be playing the happy little family again. Gods, how he hated that street and that particular house. Why had he ever come to live here?
"Did mum or da' say anything?"
"They called several times while you were in the hospital. Can you go up to your room alone or should I help?"
So they avoided the parents question. . . Maybe they weren't interested or maybe nobody had told them. Your son got shot, did I forget to mention that? He got angry all over again, but had to be careful on the stairs to his room. His aunt let him in.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"What did you do while I was away?"
"How do you mean, honey? I just cleaned up a bit."
"Cleaned up? You shucked everything out that I had in this bloody house that was mine! Couldn't you wait until I was actually dead?"
"William!"
"Sweet Will doesn't exist anymore, auntie, get over it." He said as he slammed the door close in front of her. He kicked against the trash bin and felt a bit better, but not a lot. He wanted to get the guy in his hands who had done this to him, and fast.
William was in the revalidation centre, working on his physique. The gunshot wounds in his chest and belly were healed well, but not completely closed yet. A lot of scar tissue had formed on the wounds and he wanted to keep them supple. He had begun to carefully train his abdomen and chest.
"Should you be doing that?"
One of the male nurses, Michael, who he could actually stand, leaned on the bar next to him. He was always looking out for Will, even if the latter didn't care one bit for it.
"Sure, have to train, right?"
"I don't think it's very healthy, Will. Your wounds are not fully healed yet."
"So what? I can take a bit of pain."
"Will. . . The doctor send me here to talk to you. They are all of the opinion you do way too much for your own good. You're not getting out of this revalidation centre sooner because you train hard. In the end it might even take you longer."
"What do you care? You have patients enough, haven't you? Just leave me alone and go to them. I can take care of myself."
"If you say so."
William only nodded and Michael left. His so-called girlfriend hadn't been to the hospital anymore after the last time he yelled at her. Druscilla had been back for one of two times, but he hadn't said one word to her. Why should he care if nobody else did? They had left him lying there in that alley, people must have seen him. Now that he was starting to recover, everyone wanted a piece of him and was his best friend. Fuck them all.
After twenty more minutes of training he was tired and couldn't go on. He winced in pain as he set himself straight. Michael was right, his body was not prepared to train hard yet.
"Mr. Carrington."
He looked to his right. A doctor had taken the place of Michael at the bar.
"Doctor."
"Do you know the purpose of a revalidation centre, Mr. Carrington. Because I can almost safely say that you don't."
"I do, Doctor, but I don't think it applies to me."
"It doesn't, and that's why I'm letting you go, Mr. Carrington. For one weekend only, to your aunt and uncle. It's time you're getting back in your normal environment, to regain strength."
"Why do I have to go there? Why not just to a hotel or something?"
"Because you have to face your fears, Mr; Carrington."
For once, he didn't disagree with the doctors advice. Everything to get out of that centre!
"They are coming to take you home in an hour."
"Okay."
He slowly walked back to his room, which had been his home for the past weeks. He hated it strongly, but not as much as staying with those two people. But he would do anything to get out of that bloody centre. His aunt came in first.
"Hello honey, how are you?"
"Good. Can we go now?"
"Do you have everything?"
"Yeah."
He only had the clothes he had on, no bag to take with him.
"What about your clothes?"
"I don't like them, don't want them anymore."
"But honey, they are yours."
"Are you deaf? I don't like them! I'll buy some new ones, okay?"
"Okay, no problem. . . Let us go."
He walked along with his aunt and uncle to their car. Same old, same old, soon they would be playing the happy little family again. Gods, how he hated that street and that particular house. Why had he ever come to live here?
"Did mum or da' say anything?"
"They called several times while you were in the hospital. Can you go up to your room alone or should I help?"
So they avoided the parents question. . . Maybe they weren't interested or maybe nobody had told them. Your son got shot, did I forget to mention that? He got angry all over again, but had to be careful on the stairs to his room. His aunt let him in.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"What did you do while I was away?"
"How do you mean, honey? I just cleaned up a bit."
"Cleaned up? You shucked everything out that I had in this bloody house that was mine! Couldn't you wait until I was actually dead?"
"William!"
"Sweet Will doesn't exist anymore, auntie, get over it." He said as he slammed the door close in front of her. He kicked against the trash bin and felt a bit better, but not a lot. He wanted to get the guy in his hands who had done this to him, and fast.