Hi! Me again! Yes, I have made another chapter which is good for those who are reading this. Good news, things get more intresting, the bad news...I wont be on here for at least a month!

I'm Kidding! I wouldn't do that to you guys. If I did I'd probably be mobbed. No, the real bad news, things don't get much better in this chapter. I just wanted to let you all know, this is a really hard story to write because it takes a lot of developement and a lot of thought. Well I should go. My dinners ready so I shall stop writting and let you enjoy this.

Chapter 3 - Severe Disappointment

Three days later Martin felt the urge to open his eyes. He waited for the bleary images to clear up before speaking. Once the images were less blurry he opened his mouth to speak but his voice was wasn't working and it hurt to speak at the moment. Martin saw white...white everything and struggled against the bed sheets but someone held him down. Martin relaxed feeling too weak to do much else.

"Don't move too much." Martin turned his head slowly toward the voice and saw M.O.M sitting there, her book laying forgotten on the table. "You're in the hospital." He tried to speak again but his voice still wasn't working. M.O.M helped tip some water down his throat so his throat wasn't as dry anymore. "You were taken off the IV yesterday."

"Yesterday?" Martin looked around. I was in here yesterday too. Wait! What about Diana! Martin looked at M.O.M worridly and tried to get up but she pushed him down again.

"Diana's fine." Martin sighed with relief and watched as M.O.M offered him some more water. Once that sip was taken he spoke again:

"Am I...in the...hospital?" Martin was starting to wonder just how long he had been here.

"For a good four days." Martin looked away, already he was starting to feel nausious. "Are you feeling sick?" Martin nodded and M.O.M gently helped him out of bed and and to the bathroom where he through up nothing but the air that had been in his lungs and maybe some of the IV fluid that had made it's way into his system.

"I...don't like...hospitals." He threw up again before sinking down with his head rest against the womans shoulder. M.O.M blushed but Martin had turned an even darker shade of red but he just didn't have the energy to stand up or keep his head up. M.O.M helped him stand and helped him back to bed. He hissed in pain and gripped his right side gently as M.O.M pulled the blankets up over his body.

"They had to open you up to take the bullet out." Martin looked away. He would have thrown up if he could but there was nothing left to throw up. "You look like you're going to be sick again."

"If I could...I would...have been already." Martin looked back at M.O.M, a look of fear etched into his features.

"We'll be getting you discharged in a couple of days. The doctor just has to check you out and check those stitches." Martin moved his hand toward his injured side and his eyes followed.

"I don't...understand why they...can't dis-discharge me now." Martin looked away, "I don't...want to...be here." M.O.M watched as Martin took a shaky breath with each word spoken and she could understand his restlessness. He was always moving around and doing something, he wasn't used to just sitting around and waiting. "I...want to...get out of here."

"I understand but we can't let you out yet. You'd run the risk of hurting yourself futhur." Martin glared at the raven haired woman.

"What do you think I'd just go and purposely go and kill myself! Do you think I'm that stupid!" Martin's voice seemed to grow stronger with anger. The doctors and nurses were expecting it at some point but not M.O.M. "Do you think I would just throw my life away!" M.O.M didn't want to look into his eyes, if she did she might see the hurt she had caused for making Martin think she thought so lowly of him.

"Martin! You're awake!" Gerad Mystery ran into the room, his blonde hair combed neatly back. Diana, who wasn't present, was sitting with Billy in the cafeteria. "Thank goodness! How do you feel? Does it hurt?" He stopped his tirade of questions for a moment to think. His eyes traveled to the traveled to the window, as if to hide the look but Martin's eyes followed his. Martin saw it, for only a brief second and he knew that look all too well. Dissapointment, lack of trust and anger all mixed into one. "I'd like to talk to my son, in private if you will." M.O.M complied and left. The door shut, filling the silence that had taken over the room.

"Well...I'm waiting." Martin placed a goofy grin on his face, a mask of his true feelings.

"This is nothing to smile about young man." Gerad sat down and put his forefinger and thumb on the bridge of his nose, rubbing it as if he had a headache, "You should have called the cops! You were foolish!"

"But dad there was no-"

"Quiet! I don't want to hear your excuses and lies." Martin's golden brown eyes grew in size, anger and betrayal being the only thing he was feeling at the time, "You've dissappointed me yet again Martin. When will you learn?"

"Learn what? Learn that I'm just a reject son!"

"Martin! Where did you get that idea!" Martin opened his mouth but he was stopped, "No! Nevermind. I don't want to hear where it came from. It was more likely that your wild imagination came up with that just to get back at me for trying to raise you right." Gerads voice softened, "Son...I care about you. I just want you to grow up to be someone-"

Martin pulled his hand away quickly and looked at his father, "Someone like you." Mr. Mystery tried to touch his son's hand again but it was no use. Martin would just move his hand away again and again.

"No! It's not lik-"

"If I'm such a disappointment why do you keep coming back to get discouraged?" Martin looked away and held his hands close to his chest, ignoring the pain residing within his side, "Why do you even pretend to care?"

"Don't talk to me like that! I am your farther! You will respect me!" Martin laughed and looked at his dad. "What is so funny? Why do you have that stupid grin plastered on your face!"

"Respect goes both ways dad." Martin pushed the call button on his bed, "Now get out."

"Martin you will talk to me! You will talk this out! You're not emotionally stable right now!" Martin frowned and felt another wave of pain hit him.

"I said GET OUT!" Martin glared at his father and coughed for a bit, his voice not used to yelling at the moment. The door burst open and Martin sank back down into a laying position, feeling slightly weak after the fight. A nurse with blonde hair came in with a glass of water. M.O.M followed the nurse into the room and frowned, hearing the arguement from outside. She could do little about it though and chose to sit down.

"What's the problem Mr. Mystery?" The nurse looked from father to son before fixing her gaze on Martin. "Oh my, you look terrible. What happened?"

"Please escourt my father out of the room."

"I'm staying and we are going to talk this out!"

"Mr. Mystery-" Gerad Mystery pulled away and grabbed his son's hand, not letting go no matter how much Martin pulled away. The nurse looked nervous as she touched his shirt.

"Let go..." Martin tried to pull away but he was just too weak right now, "Let go and leave the room." Martin was fading and his heart monitor was going off the charts.

"No! We need to tal-"

"MR. MYSTERY!" The nurse yelled. He directed his attention to her as M.O.M relieved his grip on Martin, "You are obviously causing the paitent distress. He won't get better this way. He needs his rest and if you are just going to agetate him I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave for a couple of days. He won't be discharge for at least three more days. We want the stitches to get a good amount of time to heal. Goodbye." The nurse guided him out the of the room and shut the door in his face.

"I WILL BE BACK TOMORROW TO COMPLAIN TO YOUR SUPERVISOR!" The nurse calmly walked back to the door and opened it. Martin was afraid that she was going to let him in but she just stood there for a moment and looked at the distraught man.

"I am the head nurse sir." She smiled nicely at him, "And if you are distressing the paitent I wave the right to escourt you out till you are more calmed down. Now, if you wish to yell like that agian sir, I will have security escourt you out and you will not be allowed to see your son till he is released." The man ran his hand through his hair and looked at her, a deadly glare connecting with her. She didn't budge though and shut the door again. "I'm sorry young man," she smiled at him and started to check his vitals, "You get some more sleep and you should feel better when you wake up." She double checked his stitches before she left, to make sure they were intact and left the room. M.O.M followed her out.

"Will you be sure to tell me when he wakes up. I'd like to get him to eat something now that he is off the IV."

"Of course. I'll call you when it's time, but can you please make sure it is you that comes."

"I'm the only nurse attending to him today. I'm working a double shift. Another nurse will be here tomorrow but-" she pulled out a pad of paper and wrote something down. She gave the slip of paper to the raven haired woman, "here is my home phone number. If you have any problems just call."

"Thank you." M.O.M left the nurse to let her go and do other duties. M.O.M re-entered the room and found that Martin was still awake. "You should get some sleep."

"I'm not tired." His voice was horse but that was expected from the amount of shouting he had done, "Why did you think I'd kill myself?" He looked at her with sad eyes. M.O.M had never seen him with that look before and it made her want to cry.

"I didn't mean it like that," she replied, "We were just worried that if you got up too soon your stitches could break and you'd have be stuck in this world of white for a little while longer."

"Oh...I'm sorry I yelled at you." In all her life M.O.M had never heard Martin Mystery apologize to her. "Just don't let my dad in..." Martin's head lolled to the side, sleep taking him over once again.

"It's okay and I wont if you don't want me to." She closed her eyes too, and drifted off to sleep on the couch.