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"Hello...Hello..." A calm voice said in a thick Spanish accent "Milton?"
Milton slowly opened his right eye and it was his worst nightmare...he was in a Costa Rican hospital. He viewed the vast room briefly, before opening both eyes. He saw his left forearm was wrapped in a solid, white coloured cast. He sat up on the hospital bed and wiped his forehead with his right hand. He took a deep breath
"How are you feeling? I'm Doctor Stephen Morales" Dr. Morales smiled as he placed a thermometer inside Milton's mouth. Milton hastily removed the thermometer from his mouth
"Easy" The doctor replied
"What happened? Why am I here?" Milton barked
"Well...You suffered a fractured right forearm, presumably due to a fall you had because you were under the influence and blacked out" Dr. Morales declared
"WHAT? What are you talking about, I don't drink alcohol" Milton barked
"Well we ran some tests on your blood and it showed you had a high dose of Diazepam, the sleeping drug" Dr. Morales declared. Milton shook his head
"I've never touched that in my life, blud" Milton argued as he gradually got out of the bed and stood on his feet. He was wearing a navy blue coloured hospital's attire
"I've got the test papers in my hand. Can't argue with science, son" The doctor replied. Milton scowled; he couldn't believe what he was hearing
"You don't seem to have a lot of clothes" The doctor declared
"Some stinking youts stole them" Milton shrugged
"Alright" The doctor replied as he closed Milton's file
"Hold on...Who brought me here?" Milton asked. The doctor rose from his feet
"A very good man, you're lucky nothing sinister happened to you. I'll get him in if you want" The doctor asked. Milton nodded. The doctor exited. Milton sat on the bed and took a deep breath. The room was very brightly lit from the outside. It was 17:11. Milton viewed the bottle of water and a paper cup; poured some of the water content; and drank it. A poor, middle-aged Spanish man entered the room before the doctor. He extended his hand
"I'm happy you've made a full recovery" The poor man said in a deep, thick Spanish accent. Milton looked at him
"...who's this?" Milton scowled at the doctor
"...the guy that saved you" The man replied "I am right in front of you. I'm Jose Rafael"
"...good to know" Milton said sarcastically "I'm out of here, bless" Milton said as he proceeded to the door. The doctor blocked his path "Look, you don't understand, I need to leave here right now"
"Calm down, son. We can't discharge you yet. You need time to recuperate. I'll give you a bit of time" The doctor advised as he exited the room. Jose took a seat. Milton took a deep breath and sat on the hospital bed
"If you want money...too bad I'm broke" Milton spitefully said. Jose gave no answer, which made Milton feel guilty
"Sorry, boss. I ain't mean to snap like that, It's just I need to get out of the country" Milton declared
"Milton...is your name, isn't it?" Jose asked
"...yeah. How d'you know?" Milton asked
"Your passport was in your bag" Jose replied "Are you on vacation?"
"Nah, more like a mission" Milton replied
"Que?" Jose asked {SPANISH: What?]
"Basically, I'm on a mission to find my dad. My mum's a bitch, I've been literally across the world, my half brother is out to kill me and I will not stop until I find my father" Milton declared boldly
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Different Breed
Teen FictionMilton Lawrence-Nartey is not your typical teenager. He is a white teenage Londoner who has been brought up uniquely by a Ghanaian family. After his seventeenth birthday, repressed feelings of being an outsider come rushing in full force, pushing Mi...
