"Young master!" I could hear a faint far voice calling out in worry, even though it was a stranger's voice that I couldn't recognize my heart was aching on hearing it, so I had to look at that person.
After a great deal of effort, I could finally title my head a little to look at the man who was calling.
He was an old man in his 50s who had few strands of grey hair here and there, he had fatigued eyes and a timeworn face with many wrinkles cracking through it, he had an unkept beard that didn't suit his face, "maybe he was beside me the whole time without shaving not caring about his own appearance" is what I thought.
When he felt my movement, a genuine smile was blistered on his aged face, then I realized that this man rerally cared about me, or the boy, I am in his body. So i thought that he must be someone close to the boy.
Soon after, all my senses have improved and I could feel everything around me, I was sleeping on a comfy bed as I could feel it pressing against my back, I was wearing an oxygen mask and I could hear my own breaths, I heard weird machine noises beeping beside me as well.
I wanted to get up to take a closer look around my surroundings. So I moved my right hand slowly upwards towards my face to remove the mask, Just when I was about to push myself painfully to sit up on the bed, the old man prevented me saying,
"Don't strain yourself, young master"
Then he clicked on a button raising the top part of the head so that I could be seated up effortlessly. "This must have been a mechanical adjustable bed that only rich people get to use,I have never slept on a bed like this before,I am glad I got to try it" that is what I thought to myself.
I nodded at the man showing my gratitude to him and said,
"Thank you…"
The man shakes his head back left and right saying politely while looking down,
"Don't thank me, Young master, it's my job after all"
The old man kept calling me "Young master" "Young master". So i started thinking "Maybe I am some sort of a spoiled rich brat who would make this good old man act so humble towards me".
As I looked around me, I found out that I was in a hospital room, but it's not any normal hospital room, it was an extravagant suit room, something that common people can never afford.
There were many flower bouquets with name tags on them all over the room, even on the floor, it felt as if I was in a garden rather than a hospital room, there were so many flowers that it was almost suffocating.
They were all expensive flowers like, orchids, lilies, tulips and roses. Whoever sent those flowers doesn't know anything about flower's language; they should have sent daisies instead or even sunflowers which means "get well soon".
"I am so glad that you woke up, young master." the old man said that with a weak shaky voice as he was holding my left hand gently with his rather huge hand
As he was holding my hands, I could feel the warmth of his hand seeping into mine. I could also feel the rough texture of his hand, it's the hand of hard workers, those who work all-day in hard labor and come late at night every day dead tired from work, like my father.
Suddenly a man bursted into the room forcibly pushing the door wide open without knocking, that man had an oppressive aura all around him. On seeing him it sent chills down my spine, for some reason I instinctively regarded him as an enemy, but I didn't know why back then.
As he glances the old man holding my hand, he shouted coldly at the him saying,
"What are you doing here Instead of looking after the car?! Isn't that your job?"
As soon as he says that, the old man quickly pulls his hand letting go of my hand then the old man stood up hastily and apologized to him while keeping his head on the ground,
"M-master, I am sorry... Please forgive me." The old man was groveling. I was so angry witnessing that scene unfolding in front of me; how could someone scold an elder that harshly, if only I wasn't so weakened, I would have punched that arrogant man in face.
The man turned his head towards the door gesturing for the old man to get out. The old man picked it up right away and left the room quietly while trembling.
As soon as the old man got out, he quickly turned his back towards me, glaring at me with a scowl on his face. As if I did some sort of a crime by letting that old man hold my hand.
"You have wasted way too much time here, hurry up and change to your clothes!" The man told me harshly as if he was ordering me around.
"The driver will be waiting down for you, I will go back first" the man continued, then he left the room right away banging the door behind him without saying anything else.
All alone in the hospital room, while I was changing my clothes, I was deep in thoughts about the identity of that rude man who was shouting earlier.
Wait a minute! The old man called him "Master" and I am the "young master"!.
Is this arrogant man actually my father?