The mimic stories

#4. Mother and son

In a small village, lived a mother and son. Everyone considered them an ideal family due to the fact that their father was a well-established lawyer. He was... Exactly. My father had been dead for over 3 years, my mother was still very upset about it. However, my son was always sick. He was rarely at home due to his illnesses. He spent almost his entire life in the hospital.
- I almost forgot! Her mother said to herself. Someone knocked on the door. When she opened it, two men were standing there. One was dressed in a suit and the other in a doctor's coat.
- Good morning, Mrs. Tomoko! My son is still in the car, we will help him get out soon. Said the one in the lab coat.
- Good morning! I almost forgot that you were coming with my son today! Make some tea? She asked.
- I'll ask. The doctor announced.
- I'll ask, too. The guy in the suit asked. They helped Nagemi out of the car and into his mother's wheelchair.
- Hello, son! His mother greeted him.
- Hi. He replied briefly. His mother hugged him and went to the kitchen. She made tea and talked to her son and the men.
- So, is Nagemi getting any better? She started a conversation.
- Yes, that's why we brought him. He may not have improved that much, but we remembered that you wanted to spend more time with him... Said the doctor.
- We see how much you love your son, so we try to bring him here as often as possible. A guy in a suit added as a doctor.
- I appreciate it, gentlemen. Nagemi's mother said. Nagemi was in a wheelchair all the time and couldn't move on his own. He remembered when he was still a child, he played with other children, laughed, even his family was happy. However, when a car accident happened... His father was driving and hit a tree. Nagemi could still see that image of his father, holding onto the steering wheel and staring at the large tree that was impaled on his chest. His mother may have covered his eyes, but not enough. In this accident he also had no legs. How did this happen? It is very easy. He was sitting behind his father, and the tree was so long that it stuck into Nagemi's legs. There was no other option but to amputate both legs.
- So, how long will he be able to stay at home? asked the mother.
- We don't know, it depends on your son's health condition. You must inform us about this. The doctor replied.
- Let's hope for as long as possible. Tomoko said, stroking her son's bald head. He was bald because he suffered from alopecia areata. Doctors always felt sorry for him, he suffered from so many diseases that it was not even known how long he had left to live. Two years? Three years? If even more, it's certainly not much.
The doctors sat there for another 10 minutes and then they left and drove away. The mother turned to her son and said indifferently:
- You have some other disease again, don't you? What? What is it about?
- No... I don't have any new ones. Always the same. The doctor only gave me 2 new medications. Nagemi announced.
- Pills again? Mother, these drugs are going to torment me. She said to herself, irritated. I? Will they kill her? Nagemi, I think. Nagemi didn't understand how his mother could be so selfish all the time. In front of everyone she acted as if she had fallen from heaven. For her son she was a supposedly "perfect" mother, and for people she was a supposedly "nice" woman. In reality, she felt sorry for herself and the one person she cared about was her late husband. How could she live like this? Nagemi didn't want to listen to her talk anymore about how her father would be needed here, so he went to his room. His room was empty as usual. Well, why give him a big, fancy room if he was at home for a week anyway and spent the rest of the time in the hospital? He tried to get out of the wheelchair and almost succeeded if not for the fact that there was something lying next to his bed and Nagemi fell to the floor. It hurt his back a bit, but he was more curious about what his stroller had gotten caught on. He raised himself with his hands and looked towards himself. He saw a red bead on the floor. He looked like... Nagemi didn't know what. He picked it up and looked at it. Suddenly his mother entered the room. He quickly put the ball in his pocket and looked at his mother.
- Tell me, how come you're lying on the floor? She asked him.
- I fell off the stroller when I wanted to lie down... I'm sorry... Nagemi replied.
- I told you not to go to bed by yourself! Ugh... What a disobedient child... The irritated mother shouted and left. Nagemi felt sad that she didn't help him get up or even ask him if everything was okay. He leaned against the wheelchair and lay down on it, then climbed onto the bed and took the bullet out of his pocket. He stared at it and wondered what it could be and why it was in his room anyway? Maybe it belonged to someone? No matter, now Nagemi should try to sleep.
The next day, Nagemi woke up terribly sleep-deprived. His mother gave him an egg and tea for breakfast. He drank the tea, but did not eat the egg. He had no appetite. His mother wasn't interested anyway, so he went back to his room. He started seeing the ball and blur againhe kept thinking about what she was. He managed to slide out of the wheelchair onto the bed and lie down. For a moment he continued to think about the mysterious ball, but sleep quickly overtook him. He had a dream and it was a bit... A strange dream. He dreamed that he woke up in a red kingdom called "Jigoku". In Japan it is hell, so even though Nagemi was dreaming, he was scared. On a large throne sat a very tall man, probably about 2 meters or even 3 meters tall. Nagemi stood there and seemed petrified. The man had long gray hair and black horns, and one thing was probably the most important thing in his entire description. The man had the same balls around his neck as Nagemi had in his hand. Nagemi continued to stare at him from the floor.
- Come to me, creature. Said the man.
-Ah! I forgot, you can't walk! He laughed. Nagemi just looked away from him.
- Nagemi, don't be like that. I know very well that you have something of mine. He said in his still velvety voice. Nagemi wondered how he knew his name. Suddenly, the man approached him and took the bullet from his pocket. The man looked at him again, then smiled and said:
- Well, I see you didn't even try to run away. He laughed again and grabbed his scythe. Nagemi's eyes widened in fear, and the man swung his scythe and... And Nagemi woke up. He was all wet and his shirt was sticking to him. Luckily it was just a dream. Are you sure? Stop it, Nagemi. Think wisely. It was already night. Had he really slept all day? He felt a little thirsty, so he got into the cart and went to the kitchen. The record player was still on, his mother's favorite music, classical music, was playing. He didn't even come in, and his mother was standing at the kitchen counter, putting up another photo of his father. Their house was full of them. Everywhere he turned, there stood his father.
- Ah... Teruo... You don't even know how much we miss you... His mother said to the image of her dead father.
- If only you were here... You would see our son... His rehabilitation... And how needed you were here... She continued. Nagemi didn't want to listen to her constant complaining anymore. He already had it, so he just drove away. He lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, clutching his pocket. Why wasn't the red Kluka there anymore? Was the dream a reality? Suddenly Nagemi started feeling sick. Every second it gets worse and worse... Suddenly he fainted.
He woke up in the same hospital as last week. There were not that many employees or patients in this particular hospital. The doctor and his mother stood over him. The mother was crying as usual, and the doctor was worried and with a serious face.
- Honey! You woke up! Nagemi's mother was happy.
- M-mom? What am I doing here? Nagemi asked.
- You have been diagnosed with hypoglycemia. The doctor answered for Nagemi's mother. Nagemi had heard of this disease before. Apparently it occurs in many countries.
- Doctor, will he survive? asked the mother.
- Ma'am, of course I do. This disease is only fatal in some cases. The doctor replied. For a moment, Nagemi's mother asked about various things to seem like a caring mother, but only when the doctor left did her smile fade.
- What did you do to make you suffer from some damn disease now? She gasped, then stood up from the chair. Nagemi just looked at her. When she left, Nagemi started crying. Why him? Why did he have to have all these diseases? How many did he have? Let him count... Alopecia areata, anemia, osteomyelitis of the stump, Parkinson's disease, debts to name a few... Maybe he should do something? Just what...
He woke up around 3 a.m. His mother was supposed to arrive in an hour. He felt thirsty again, so he got into the cart and went to the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of water and drank it. He went back to his room and looked at his stupid face in the mirror. "Not only is he sick, he's also ugly." He remembered his mother's words. He started crying again and fell asleep for a while. He woke up and wanted to go to the bathroom. When he left there was silence. Well, it was only 4 a.m. after all. He suddenly heard the sound of his mother's high heels. She was holding something in her hand. This thing was glowing.
- There you are! She shouted, slightly flustered. She came closer to him and asked:
- What were you doing walking around the hospital when I was looking for you! I brought you a photo of your father! The mother screamed. Nagemi was even more stressed and felt like crying again. The mother held a photo of her father in her hand. It was in a nice, shiny frame and decorated with small stones. Nagemi couldn't help himself. Why did she only think about her father all the time? He used his hand to knock the image of her father from her hands. The mother looked at the broken photo. Suddenly she looked at Nagemi.
- You! you!.. you... She couldn't even finish.
- Why are you still alive!? The mother, furious, took a piece of broken glass from the frame and stabbed it into Nagemi's eye. Nagemi froze. He groaned in pain and cried at the same time. The mother stood still and suddenly said:
- You should have been dead a long time ago, you know? It's just... You wanted to separate moher bond and father! After she said this, she took her father's photo and left. Nagemi was still lying on the floor and crying. He felt like he was going to bleed out. He only heard something his mother always listened to. The record player played her favorite music. A classic, of course. Slowly everything started to blur and reappear. Now he only heard one thing, she is everywhere. No matter where he goes, she will always be there.