[James' POV]
Here I am stuck at a wheelchair. In the lobby of my current hospital.
Waiting for my papers for release because for some reason ... They are quite excited in transferring me to the Detention Area.
"Okay... your papers are already done" said by our lawyer, Attorney Shaw.
"Where's Dad?" I asked Atty. Shaw.
"For some reason... He can't accompany us. But don't worry. I am here to be with you until you are transferred." He said while putting on reading glasses to read the release papers.
I was quietly waiting there... when suddenly a police pushed my wheelchair. He quite pushed me hard I nearly fell.
"Come on. Your transfer papers is already done. Move it." The police said.
"Well... if I am not handicapped... I could get 'moving' .." I answered sarcastically.
"Hahahahaha! you make me laugh kid." The police sarcastically replied too.
"Just be gentle to the boy!" Atty. Shaw said to the police.
I was quite terrified on how the detention area would be like. Would the people there be a bunch of brutal murderers?... well technically I am a murderer too.
I just wish they'll leave me alone.
I imagined how could I defend myself if the other jailed people there attack me... should I slash their necks?...
That's a bad idea.
We finally got outside of the hospital.. After 5 days of being hospitalised, I got a breath of fresh air... I mean a breath of polluted urban air.
"Come on now.. get inside." The police said to me.
"What?... Am I gonna crawl to get inside?" I answered back. It's true though..
How the bloody hell would a guy like me get inside the car.. if I'm not able to walk?
"Just assist him ...please" Atty. Shaw pleaded to the police
"Fine!" The police answered while assisting me to get inside the police car.
The police closed the door and quickly go to driver's seat.
"So James... We'll convoy you until we get to the Detention area." Atty. Shaw said.
"When we get there... I still need to work on some legal documents." He continued while talking to me through the window.
"A convoy? Come on.. we don't need a babysitter." The police said while he sarcastically smiled at Atty. Shaw.
"A babysitter? ... Me? .. I hate to break it to you but you're the one who has a handicapped boy in his car.. you're the one babysitting." Atty. Shaw replied to the police... well he has a point.
"What a comeback." I whispered to Atty. Shaw.
"Well, If you're a lawyer.. you'll get used to this stuff." He said to me.
"Stop blubbering back there. We need to go!" The police said while starting the car.
"Okay." I said.
The police started the car and I saw Atty. Shaw get to his car and followed our car.
I also wondered about Atty. Shaw, he's quite a funny guy. In fact that was our first full conversation. I've known him since I was young.
Dad was having troubles with legal issues after Mum passed away. Then we had Atty. Shaw's help... He helped us a lot. I just don't know him much yet.
As days past. I realised that I didn't think much about Alyssa. I just remember her everytime I go to sleep at night.
I wonder if she accepted the 'witness' proposal to her.
Probably not. She's hardheaded and prideful... I miss her.
I think about things as the car drove off along the road.