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TALKING PIGEON
Previously on chapter two
Ugh. I hit my head in the most stupid way.
My knees burn
Mom you're hurting me…
Thanks dad. The floor has too much dust already…
Carl also appeared to be talking to him, but he didn't understand anything.
Silly robot. What are you saying?
Suddenly his sight turned into a deep black scenario.
I can't see….I
He was unconscious.
Chapter 3: Problems getting out of hand
One of the things that Wilbur Robinson could not stand was NOT knowing where he was. And right now as an unbearable pounding in his head infuriated him, the sentiment of outrage for being left out in the darkness tripled along with a deep chagrin as he clenched his teeth biting his lower lip.
Where am I?! What in the world was I doing?
My head… really hurts… My knees sting a little as well…
Wait a minute… OH MY GOD.
As colors began to be more vivid through Wilbur's eyes, he began scanning the surroundings to take in the unfamiliar room where he was sleeping. He was grateful that a very soft pillow was placed under his aching head and that his body was at least covered with comfortable blankets. The boy remained silent and as he did, out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of some blond and black hair.
With a swift move of his head that he regretted then, he could see as both of his parents had fallen sleep on the side of the bed where he was.
Great. Just what I needed.
I am in a hospital, the last place where I want to be! Now there is no way I can keep on this charade! Uhm… Where's Carl?
As if his thoughts were heard said robot opened the door of the room. He began to close it, holding the doorknob carefully enough to be sure not to disturb anyone. Then his eyes fixed on Wilbur making him gasp inwardly. He suppressed the urge of ventilating and put his robotic hands over his mouth instantly. He waited what seemed to be an eternity to compose himself and chat gleefully.
"Well, hi there little buddy. In case you don't remember anything that happened, you had the grace to injure yourself this badly…"
Wilbur snorted awkwardly as soft coo's escaped from him and rolled his eyes as he heard Carl. All he wanted to do right now was get out of there and try to get his voice fixed.
As he was pondering of his world of possibilities Cornelius began stifling and got into a sitting position. He readjusted his glasses and smiled at the sight of his son being awake forgetting that Carl was also there.
"Hi son, how are you feeling?"
Wilbur just blinked and half smiled at his father's question. I feel like I've been hit by a wall and was covered by metal on the knees, other than that I'm ok dad.
Cornelius' inquisitive look got the boy out of his trail of unreachable thoughts, so he just decided to grin. He took a look around again and marveled to notice that the bed he was lying on was also from Robinsons Industries. Knowing all too well perhaps his father's inventions he activated the controls to adjust himself into a sitting position as well.
He gave another reassuring smile to him and put his hand up in the air to high five his father, which Cornelius happily did. The sudden idea didn't agree with Wilbur's body but he put all his effort to not show it.
"Wil… I appreciate that you remember the time when we used to hi fived each other when I was twelve, but you can't move like that all of a sudden after getting sick, having a concussion and getting all of us worried like you did. Specially your mother"
Wilbur's mouth was hanging open in disbelief. He's worried and all but also has the energy and time to patronize me. I could use nepotism from time to time dad. The raven haired boy pouted as he heard two chuckles reverberate in the room. One was of Cornelius and the other one was of his one and only mother.
Franny eyed her son half amused and worried. She always tried her best around her two favorite men. Particularly she had a hard time accepting the fact that her husband had a previous friendship with their son when he was called Lewis. She also had a lot on her plate when she noticed that Cornelius hesitated as his previous life with Wilbur was inflicted from time to time in his parenthood. Sometimes she got exasperated and demanded him to keep his focus and to avoid any kind of spoiling on their only son. As she considered this she smiled to the people he had grown to love. She crossed her arms on her chest and smirked to her son while Cornelius had a puzzled expression on his face.
"Tsk, tsk. Bad move Wil. Don't even think for an instant that you will move old Lewis here to let you have your way. I'm here you know."
A guffaw exploded from the other side of the room and the three people involved turned their faces to Carl, who was standing near the door trying to contain his laughter and failing miserably.
"I'm sorry Mrs. R, but hearing y-you say that was so s-surreal and…"
The robot bent himself down to his knees till he thought it was safe to stand up again. As he did, he caught Wilbur's glare and Cornelius' unreadable stare. Franny just nodded.
Cornelius arched an eyebrow and spoke humorlessly "And you also think I'm old of course…" Carl clamped his mouth shut and looked at Franny imploring silently for his rescue. As on cue, the woman obliged to the unspoken plea.
"Oh yes, Carl. I've come to the conclusion that I must keep an eye on these two. Otherwise there won't be any house left for us."
Cornelius shook his head in incredulity "You have got to be kidding me. Of all things that you can think of, this must be the worst case of humiliation for me."
"You leave me no choice. I can't afford any of you causing havoc at the same time and…"
As the argument between both adults got pretty heated Carl's and Wilbur's eyes widened and a sudden fear invaded the boy's mind. He had never seen his father bantering and retorting to any of Franny's remarks. This time things were getting creepy for him. Unbeknownst to him, Carl was sharing the same feelings and was resisting the impulse to take Franny out of to the hallway or to get his boss some coffee.
Perhaps Lucille or Bud can give me a hand if I fetch for them? Oh no. The chief won't see it pretty if his parents listen him in an argument. What to do? What to do?
Who am I kidding? I'll end my days in a dumpster as a pathetic, little piece of debris!
Wilbur was watching the unpleasant scene unfolding with a nervousness that he hadn't experienced before. He was also aware of his mechanical buddy lost in thought. As usual. He's daydreaming of being a piece of debris in a dumpster or that he'd be deactivated and turned into an oil can. Way to go Carl. Of all times, you choose this instant to leave me on my own.
"You knew that I was an inventor since we met!"
"You were cautious and didn't involve Wilbur in an explosion!"
"Should I remind you that he is the one who began time travelling?"
"Because you are the one who made THAT time machine! And it is not helping any of us!"
"Are you even listening to yourself?"
"You are neglecting your duties not only as a father, but you are also failing me. You are not supporting me when you sure know that Wilbur is not doing the right thing. Accept that you have been biased! It's all that time travelling I told you to ban Wilbur from!"
Franny's face was a bit red from anger and as she took a deep breath to calm herself she noticed the uncommon darkened eyes of her husband. Perhaps I pushed it too far. No it can't be. He knows I'm always right!
Cornelius' countenance was grieved that even Carl and Wilbur panicked when they saw him. They even swore they caught a small hint of a pain stricken face. Even if they did, they picture they were scrutinizing now was totally different. It was scarily too different for anyone's liking in Wilbur's opinion.
The man's jaw was fully clenched as his nostrils breathed out more than usual. His posture was stiffed as he reached his full height and his hands were on his pockets. He wasn't watching at anybody in particular, but concentrated on the corner bed's post. A couple of seconds passed slowly, and when he seemed to have found his voice he spoke in a low, yet very court and steel voice.
"Perhaps I should hint that inventors actually make innovating ideas become real. It's what I do. And by the looks of it, you don't sound too happy with my hobby and luckily my occupation. According to you I am the one responsible for all the havoc that happens in this family."
Franny had her mouth slightly open and fought back the tears that were menacing to fall from her crystal brown orbs. Cornelius had never spoken her in such a way before and it really burnt her in her heart. At a loss of words she just fixated her eyes on a picture on the wall as her husband continued his previous speech.
"It is not the fact of me being wrong or at a loss in a subject what bothers me Francine. I deal with that every day as I test a new prototype. It's the fact that you don't trust me and by trying to prove me that you're always right no matter the cost and the consequences. For one this argument should not have taken place in here."
The inventor's reply had its effect as Mrs. Francine Robinson turned her head to face the window on the other side of their present space. She felt like bantering back, but she could not. Not after all what he had said. It was the first time that she was conscious of the effect her husband could have on her. He knew her too well and that only proved to be a double blade.
She will think her next move and at the same time she would concentrate to get her son better. With that determination in her mind, she walked back to her son avoiding to look at a certain man of blue eyes that was talking above whispers to her son. The boy eyed her wearily and shyly. As she looked at his face a pound of regret hit her for the argument he witnessed, but recovered quickly giving him a sweet smile.
"Wil, I'll look for the doctor and tell him that you've been awake. I'll also talk to the nurse to know when you can have your meal today"
"Cool mom. I'm kinda starving. Right dad?"
Cornelius remained silent and Franny didn't talk to him either. Instead she dogged her son's attempt with another statement.
"Then I'll tell them that so you can have something swiftly. I'll keep in touch with the rest of the family as well."
Franny took quick strides. Carl gently opened the door and she disappeared too soon in the hallway. That was the last time Wilbur saw her that day.
Carl's face was full of concern as the woman left. He offered to look for something to eat to Cornelius, which he politely declined. In the end between Wilbur's facial silent pleads and Carl's insistence he agreed on eating something with his son.
The rest of the afternoon and eventually the evening passed leisurely in the hospital. It was fair enough for Wilbur. Also, the next couple of days moved on without another incident. Even his cousins and uncles had stopped by.
His grandparents also made him have some nice days when he was secluded to a bed much to his frustration.
Doctors are so dramatic! I see no motive for staying here. I can't pretend to be sleepy all the time. It's a good thing that the family made the talking for me. Specially Carl. Stating I was shy around strangers has worked brilliantly.
He also came to know another new adventure of Bud and Art when they went to retrieve his teeth from another galaxy. For some odd reason the teeth got mixed in the famous pizza orders, but luckily the customers called Art to tell him about the "unknown locked shiny artifact" placed with the pizza.
Despite being in the company of the rest of the family he was not completely satisfied with the knowledge that Franny had not return and that only Cornelius remained with him. He wanted to ask about her and to have her there too. No matter how he got grounded by her he still loved her as any son would love their mothers.
The rest of the family had left to the Robinson mansion already as it visit hours ended. Only Cornelius remained with Carl.
Unexpectedly the person that was in Wilbur's thoughts appeared; and he fought the urgency to attack his own mother when she opened the door. Cornelius and Carl noticed Wilbur's eagerness as Franny entered with something on her hands.
"Hi honey. I'm sorry I haven't stopped by. I've been busy these days. I brought you this last game of chargeball you like. They have new tournaments online. Perhaps you can be able to try it soon."
YOU BOUGHT WHAT?! OH MY. Please don't tell you weren't here because you tried to get this to me.
Wilbur's eyes were suddenly more crystal as he looked as his mother. He also watched the rest of the audience with the corner of his eye and did not like the stupefied faces of his dad and Carl. He nodded his thanks to his mom and smiled.
He had ardently wished for her mom to come back and now he was tired of being subjected to a complete silence and in the middle of a big predicament, so he decided it was better to succumb to slumber… or at least to try it.
This is my doing. My parents don't talk to each other because of me. I have to get out of here and get Lewis to fix it. I need his help before things get more out of control.
The rest of the adults were in an uncomfortable silence eyeing each other with caution. They prevented themselves to get into another uncalled altercation for their kid's sake. Carl always the good friend and member of the Robinson clan made a gracious and discreet exit knowing that his little buddy's parents needed some time to talk… and Wilbur looked half slept already. Yes, he knew what he had to do in this case.
However, the raven hair boy was far from catching some wanted sleep. He tossed and turned forgetting he wasn't alone. His breathing was ragged and sudden images of his parents leaving him alone made him whimper.
In the middle of the most terrifying images he kept fighting the sensations between being awake and dozing off.
He was so caught up in his own breakdown and not too soon enough he discovered that he was shacking violently and sobbing until a familiar white lanky hand reached his forehead and a small towel was clearing his sweating appearance.
Wilbur couldn't see his new companion clearly for the lights were pretty dim but he didn't need to as he knew him too well. The apparent stranger had glinting glasses that revealed sparkling blue eyes tainted with anxiety and they perfectly matched with his blue blighted pullover.
By now, Wilbur convinced himself he was crazy and that he was even seeing things. Though the kindness that emanated from his vision made him relax and surrender to a desired torpor.
"Shhh. Wil. Go to sleep"
Yes. I am definitely dreaming…
To be continued…
Yah! Finally. There you go with the third chapter. Thanks for reading. Any ideas, comments…
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