Gangster Love

CHAPTER SIX

I woke up to a bright light, and i was in a clean space, with all the makes of a hospital room. I looked around, i was not yet back to my senses fully, i wasn't sure about much. Slowly the space was introducing itself to me, as then i could hear the wonderful music of Igsai Ting & Yeri-(伊格赛听 & 叶里), playing softly from a petite peach JBL speaker on the stand next to the bed. That is also when i recalled that my family was in danger, and i was shot. Tears rolled out of my eyes, i was worried about my Millie and the girls. I then heard speaking, it was soft, or... rather muffled, ya know.

Theyz were right outside my hospital room door. As the muffled speaking continued, i then too was availed to that... theyz were speaking mandarin. Looking around again... hell, everything was in fucken mandarin. Really i was confused and confounded as fuck. I was like a fucken kid in a porno shop, where all thems toys are made out of candy, and thems made kiddie fetish fucken friendly. My family was in danger or probably hurt, that i was hella worried about; however, worry turns into fucken confusion when youz wake up after being shot in the head, with the world starkly different from what youz remember. Confoundedness then comes up, because too much information and hypotheticals start playing in to try help your mind make sense of things.

'Hello...', i called out. My voice sounded old, raspy, like it had been unused for a very long time. 'Hello...', it was slightly painful too, my throat was dry as a fuck with a dry ass pussy. That's rape charlie, your drilling isn't wanted; step aside wack salami, not this punani. I looked for them buttons i figured had to be universal, be found at any hospital fortunate enough, like that one. Thems buttons the patients press when in distress or calling in the nurse. I found it, pressed it, two in suits entered in under five seconds. 'Mr Bojack, welcome to Nǐ hái huózhe yīyuàn-(You're Alive Hospital), one of the top hospitals in the world that deal with head injuries, and bullet wounds in general. I am Lin Yu Zhángdé, and this is my partner...', the partner jumped in to take his introduction into his own hands. 'Roland Nkulu', the two looked very government, so i at that moment measured them as cops.

'I need water... ahh...', the nurse entered, and too there was a doctor following behind her. The nurse went straight for the mini fridge that was innately placed in the head corner of the room, alongside a mini kitchen like situation. A sink, a cupboard, a microwave, a tiny stove, and a bread bin. That was indeed some top shelf hospital room, i could order too, however the kitchen situation was for the home feel, my wife could come and whip me up something, all the while giving me the nostalgia of home, ya know. The nurse brought me a bottle of water, opened it, and i snatched to guzzle the whole thing down like a madman.

The doctor was busy with the checking, all that stuff they be doing to ya, when youz awake from a comatose. Touching me, opening my eyes to put a light right to them, looking in my ears, my mouth, up my nose, then finally, the temperature stick was stuck in my ear. That one was new for me. Everything was, i'd never had to wake up from a comatose before. At that in a freaken foreign country. I made my first significant movement of my numb, and awkward feeling body. Tried to sit up, and it was sort of difficult, i attempted positioning right, it wasn't gelling. The doctor looked at Roland, and told him something in mandarin. 'Sir, the doctor says stop moving, or pushing yourself, it's too soon', he reiterated the doctor's words in English, and his accent was African thick.

'Hey... what is going on? Where are my kids and my wife', i asked Lin. She looked at Roland, and he too looked back at her, then thems both looked at me. Their disposition was then of them people whom are feeling sorry for somebody. I fell into tears... drowned in thems silently. Theyz all were empathising, and feeling the moment out with me. The nurse and the doctor weren't very settled by that, they began telling the two to get out. I guess they were imbibing them with malicious efforts to stress me, their patient, whom was probably too soon for hims to be experiencing high stresses like that.

They were let out, the two suits. I was left with the nurse and the doctor. Both the ladies were very to their selves, straight heads, no small talk or at least any of that bullshit, of tryin_ to pick my mood up. On the retrospect, they did not speak no English i suppose. I lied there quietly and let myself moan my family, and i wasn't even really told they'd died, i jus_ felt i knew that look. I was left by myself after the doctor's checking. For quite some few minutes i just stared at the roof, trying to remember exactly what happened, taking my head back a while. For a second i was also convinced that i was dreaming, and i was close to waking up. As if in waking up fashion, i was startled by a staff member who came in pushing a trolley with a tray of food atop.

'I did not ask for food', i spoke, and the guy just kept to his job, placed out the over the bed table, pressed some button and raised my bed to sit me. He then nicely placed the tray of food on that over the bed table, before grabbing my hands and wiping them with antiseptic wipes. He left me like that. Funny i wanted to piss, and i'd just been tucked in like that. Like a man i held it in and just sat there. I was hungry, however i was moaning my fucken family, okay. The food scented great, and i was desert island hungry. I did finally eat, ate everything, evens those i did not recognise. Everything was great.

I pressed that button that calls them in, and in they came. The doctor and her nurse. 'I want to take a piss.(they just looked at me) I want to go to the bathroom', i pointed, as it was right in the room, the door to it was in the bottom left corner of the room. The doctor peeked outside and brought with her, Roland, one of the suits. 'Yes sir?',-, 'Tell thems i require the bathroom', he did, and i was taken to the bathroom, the nurse and Roland helped me to sit on the toilet seat. Of course theyz got me naked.

I once heard that some mans do their best thinking on the toilet seat. I never thought i was that kind, till that day. It rained on me abruptly, it was an audio memory. "Whoever did this will want to finish the job. Take him out of the country, to some top hospital somewhere in Asia or Africa, maybe even... to some Island. Don't take him to anywhere obvious and on the easy reach, like Europe, South America, especially not North America. Make him go missing, is what i am saying. Declare him dead like his family", that had been Adam Hart speaking. Now i knew i was there for my safety. However, now i was worried about Adam and the organization. Let alone whether he knew that his boyfriend Steve, was out to topple him, did he even know whether his position was in jeopardy?

'Roland', i called, and my voice was getting up to it now. I wiped my ass and waited to be helped up, and gotten back to the bed. So did that saint Roland do as so. 'We called your friend already, he will be arriving tomorrow morning',-, 'My friend?',-, 'Yes, Mr Hart, he is the one who brought you here', i was quiet for a second, as he got me into bed. 'Are you an officer of the law?',-, 'Me? No, no sir', he replied with a stint of chuckles accompanying his words. 'What does that reply mean? Where are you from? I figure you're not from around here, like myself',-, 'The reply sir means i am a long time career criminal with a past as dark as my present. And i am from...',-, 'Wait, whoa Roland... go back... go back. Say that again, it sounded hard knocker', he was a fucken hard knocker, however that you only could attempt feeling out, since on the outside, Roland was too sweet and too average for onez to give him a rep of a hard knocker.

'All i was saying was that i am too bad to be a police...',-, 'No... say it exactly the way you did. Please?', he sighed and then, 'I am a long time criminal with a past as dark as my present',-, 'Oww... Roland my guy, i like you',-, 'Thank you sir', that guy was something else, i tell ya. 'Continue now. Where are you from?', a patient guy too, he wasn't at all nauseated by my 3rd degree questions. 'I am from the DRC', not to cap, i did not even know there was country called the DRC. The Congo. I wasn't, and am not that well avaxed to the world wide situation. So all i could do was raise my eyebrows and nod. 'What are doing here? What's your job?',-, 'I work for the Sierra Leone sisters, and i am here to guard your life, along with the entire team of fifty people in this building, with the similar purpose', i swear i did not believe what he'd just told me.

As if he knew he'd just dropped a bomb, he took exit, even ignored me calling him back. What the fuck had happened? And what the fuck was going on?