As the doctor came to sit next to me I felt the worry in his gaze, even though he looked as calm as before. Was he worried the previous times? Or maybe I'm mistaken.
-How are we feeling today? - he had an almost forced smile on him.
-Nothing new.- something definitely wasn't alright. The lawyer-like looking man moved towards me with a worried expression even though his eyes were staring into mine, cutting through me and making me feel in unease about the conversation we were about to have.
-Doctor...- Man looked at the pin my doctor had on his coat -Walt's.. informed me that you were starting to feel better by now. I am an old friend of your parents, once I heard about what had happened I rushed to here with the first flight. I would appreciate if we could talk privately...- he gave the doctor a short nod -about what happened.
The doctor almost flew out of the room without any questions or even a goodbye. A picture of an elderly woman flew behind my mind as he clapped the doors. Something clearly wasn't right. Man didn't seem to bother explaining that to me. Instead, he cut right to the case without even introducing himself.
-The death of your parents was not an accident, I hope that you have understood that yourself. But even with that, it is not as simple. Your parents were not... who you thought of them. I can't give you much more insight at the moment. What you should know is that you are not in any danger as long as you stick with me.
-okay.- It seemed as if the man expected a little more than just that, but I didn't have any questions that could have answers impacting my decision to go or not. It didn't even feel like I had an actual choice, to begin with. This seemed to be the best case scenario since an alternative would most likely be a dormitory.
I turned 18 in a couple of months, after that I will most likely be able to live by myself with the money from my parents.
-I have done the paperwork already, it's time. The plane goes off in 40 minutes, 5 minutes should be enough for you to pack up?-
I grabbed the phone from the table and threw my bag on my shoulder from the bedside and moved towards the door.
-All set, been waiting a while to get out of here, not that I have much left to take with me anyways.
Slight remorse echoed in his eyes, but it left the moment I caught it returning to the emotionless and formal state. We walked out of the hospital without anyone bothering to ask any questions. I didn't see the doctor from earlier anywhere.
- Aren't you finally gonna ask for my name? - I was disrupted from reading countless different theories of my parents' death by all the different media outlets. I hadn't really cared for it all the time I was in the hospital, but now that one of them popped up I couldn't stop. Not even one article referred to their death as a possible homicide, but why would they? My father was a banker and my mom was a real estate agent, and even though we were living good there was no such money for any of us to be in danger cause of someone else's greed.
-It is Stanley, Stanley Oldwood- He continued without waiting for my response. He looked at me and it seemed as he was waiting for a response at my end.
-Should I... recognize you?
He sighed in reply to my comment. He didn't pursue to explain what he meant and I didn't care to interrogate him at the moment.
Soon we were already at the airport, when I asked Stanley about where we were heading to I got a ''you'll find out soon enough'' and my great masterplan to read that out of my ticket was wrecked by a sight of Stan pointing to a private jet, when I was about to head into the airport.
-That's our escort. Come, they are waiting for us!
It was raining outside, I could see lightning go off in the distance, definitely didn't seem like the right weather for a flight.
-Isn't that the whole point of a private plane? That you do not have to think about takeoff times any more?- I got a dazzled glance from him.
-That's right, it's just that we have got to get through the time window before it closes. We might not have another opportunity for more than a week.- he spoke that without blinking or grinning the entire time. When finally I had processed his sentence and opened my mouth to counter what he just said he burst out a laugh.
-You shouldn't be so gullible, boy. And speed up your paste, we don't want to be running late.
Even though he called me gullible, and made it seem as if what he said was a joke I felt as if he, himself believed in what he said. I had certainty in me... I knew that I'm not mistaking any of my observations. So that left me with two options. Either my saviour is out of his mind, either... He definitely must be out of his mind. I figured it would be best to ask my questions on the plane, the wind was blowing so hard I could barely hear my own thoughts.
Once we were on the plane I was struck by the class that we had at our disposal. It felt more like a 5-star hotel rather than a plane. All the chairs were from leather spotless white, same for everything else, there wasn't a single stain to be seen. There was a TV on each side, a mini fridge and even a coffee automat. Stan seemed not impressed by how aroused was I.
-Don't worry about smearing anything. Feel yourself at home, we got a fairly long ride ahead of us.
