Stepping Stones

Chapter 4: Bedridden

"The case is looking good, Mrs Jones. We have the upper hand here. Soon, he will be behind the cold bars where he must belong."

Peeking through the ajar door, Isaac vaguely saw a man in black suit, talking with vigor, which is sitting across his mother as he eavesdropped on the two adults. Wondering what they're talking about.

"Thanks again for the help attorney. I really appreciate the efforts you are exerting into this." Mia Jones crossed her arms as she responded with a hopeful sigh.

Isaac, understanding the whole thing, muttered. "This must be about the ca-"

Then suddenly-

Boom!

A tremendous explosion coming from the front door startled Isaac. His ears are ringing and in pain from the loud blast, making him slightly dizzy.

"Take cover! Take cover!" Isaac muzzily heard the man in black suit shouted in aghast.

"Oh no! This can't be happening! All exits are blocked!" The man in black suit cried out in horror as he frantically roams the meeting room, searching for a way out.

Fire began to spread rapidly. Everything is almost ablaze. The carpet, the furnitures, everything.

Isaac started to become dizzy and his vision become blurry as the room was filled with suffocating smoke.

"Isaac! My son! Where are you?!" Mrs Jones cried out tearfully with all her might. Looking for her son at every direction.

"Here I am mom!" Isaac yelled as he dashed forward with his hands waving to get his mother's attention while avoiding the falling debris.

"Isaac! Don't come near me!" Mrs Jones wobbly commanded as she noticed a huge pillar which is about to fall in their direction.

"Mom! Get away mom!" Isaac cried out as he lost consciousness.

Isaac woke up with his deep azure eyes wide open. Panting for air as cold beads of sweat trickled down his face.

"A-another flashback." Isaac mumbled and let out a sigh of relief.

Isaac quivered from headache and cold, he then snuggled under his warm, cozy blanket. Easing his trembling a little. His mind is hazy from migraine. Unable to think clearly. As he scanned the area, he found himself tucked under the sheets of his bed.

"I-I'm home?" Isaac muttered weakly, puzzled.

Setting aside the thought of his memory, he tried his best to recall what had happened and how he got there despite of his headache and cold. But his mind is still too fuzzy to think. Isaac stared at his digital alarm clock at his nightstand. It reads 6:55. He stared at it for a couple of minutes. His mind completely blank. It now reads 6:59. Isaac's eyes widen as he realized something.

"Oh no! I'm late for school!" I must hurry!" Isaac blurted as he frantically removes the sheets and sat up, ignoring the pain deep inside his head. As he panic-ally looks around his room, finding for his school uniform, a sticky note beside his alarm clock caught his attention. He picked it up and saw a familiar handwriting to him.

Lay still. Wait for me. Just going to buy medicine for you.

Bea

"Bea..Beatrice! What is she doing here? Never mind that, I have to go to school-"Isaac mumbled as he looked back at his alarm clock. It reads 7:00...