Everything else's a story...
As Bryan was released from the hospital, they bumped into Timothy and his family...
When Timothy caught sight of them, he began wailing as he pouted at them and said;
"There they are Mum and Dad...!" He cried as he pointed.
"The kids that did this to me...that's them!"
When his parents turned and saw who their son pointed at, they ran their eyes all over them.
Slowly walking up to them, Timothy's Dad asked;
"Which one of you is Lucas?"
It took them a while as they looked at themselves...
But after some time and no one stepped out, Timothy's father, Mr. Clinton repeated in a much more harsh tone;
"I said, which one of you is Lucas?"
His voice was a bit high pitch.
"Um, darling, don't be too high, there are other patients in the...!"
"I don't care whether there are other patients in this hospital, I just care 'bout my son, do you hear me?" Mr. Clinton shouted as he yelled at his wife, cutting her off.
"Alright...!" Mrs. Clinton, Timothy's Mother responded as she took a step back.
She had initially walked forward to whisper to her husband, but when he made it loud, she had to leave him.
"Your son's arm got dislocated, and you're telling me to calm down?" Mr. Clinton yelled again at his wife.
When Mr. and Mrs. Smith heard the 'dislocate' part, they looked at themselves wide-eyed as they both turned to their children as they asked;
"You dislocated their son's arms...?"
Both Lucas pursed their lips as Bryan stared wide-eyed at his brothers as he exclaimed;
"You dislocated his arms..?" He asked.
"Shh, well, actually, it's just one arm...!" Lucas corrected as he adjusted his glasses.
"Hear the boy...!" Mr. Clinton asked as he turned to face his wife.
"Dear...!"
"Didn't you hear what the boy said?" Mr. Clinton roared as he asked.
"I did, but...!"
"But what? You want them to rip your son's arm before you talk?"
"Clayton!" Mrs. Clinton called her husband's name.
Mr. Clinton glared at his wife.
"We've heard and understood the point you're trying to make, now could you please, just pipe down a bit so that we take it outside and not ruin the peace of this hospital environment?"
It was her time to roar as she shouted.
Still glaring at her, but I'm a different manner, Mr. Clinton said;
"You told me to pipe down, but you're the one causing a hype right now...!"
"That's because one doesn't turn aggressive, you wouldn't listen...!" Her voice was becoming louder and louder.
"Um...ma'am, could you please take your argument outside? You're disturbing the peace and serenity of the environment for the patients...!" A hospital attendant said.
Shooting a deadly glare at the hospital attendant, she muttered a low;
"Sorry...!"
And then, grabbing her son's wheelchair, she walked right past Temi's family...
As she moved past them, Timothy grabbed Lucas (who was standing closer) by the arm and pulled him along...
As he pulled him along, Lucas his face on the sliding door, causing his glasses to fall to the floor...
Lucas held his lips in order not to cause a scene.
But Mrs. Smith saw everything (well, who didn't), and grabbing Lucas by the arm, she gently pulled him along with her as they both marched outside...
"Um, excuse me...Madam...?" Mrs. Smith called.
"Excuse me, Madam...!" Mrs. Smith called again where she saw that the woman was not backing down.
"Madam!" Mrs. Smith called again in a rather impolite voice...
Sighing, as she was already sick and tired of being chased behind, Timothy's Mother, Mrs. Clinton, turned around, making Lucas' Mum, Mrs. Smith, stop abruptly in her tracks.
"How may I help you?" Mrs. Clinton asked.
"Your boy...!" Mrs. Smith said as she pointed down at Timothy, Mrs. Clinton followed her point...
"Dragged my son, by the arm as he made him hit his face right against the sliding door, and as you can see he has glasses...!" Mrs. Smith politely explained.
Slowly shifting her gaze to Lucas, Mrs. Clinton stared at him in disgust as she eyed him before saying;
"Well, I don't see any glasses on 'em...!"
Smiling politely at the other woman in front of her, Mrs. Smith said politely;
"Well, that's because, the manner in which your son happened to dragged my son, was forceful, thereby causing him to hit his face against the sliding door, his glasses to fall to the floor...!"
"I suppose the glasses might have shattered yo pieces right now...!"
"Well, that would be pretty good...!" Mrs. Clinton said.
Mrs. Smith slightly raised her eyebrow at her.
"So what do you want now?" Mrs. Clinton asked.
"An apology...!"
Mrs. Clinton slowly raised her eyebrow as she asked;
"Pardon...?"
"An apology...!" Mrs. Smith responded.
"A very simple one, too!" Mrs. Smith said calmly.
Mrs. Clinton stared at Mrs. Smith for a while before bursting out laughing as she pointed at Mrs. Smith...
Mrs. Smith smiled as she laughed lightly...
"You find it funny, Madam Clinton...?" Mrs. Smith said.
Hearing her call her family name, Mrs. Clinton stopped laughing as she furrowed her eyebrows and shot a deadly glare at Mrs. Smith.
"Not funny anymore?" Mrs. Smith asked.
"How did you know who I am?" Mrs. Smith asked.
It was Mrs. Smith's turn to beam a smile as she said;
"I can be anywhere and know anyone...!"
"It's not a difficult thing to know who you are!"
Mrs. Clinton's brows knitted together.
"So what, even if you know how I am, your status can not match up to mine...you're too lowly, to begin with!" Mrs. Clinton said arrogantly.
'Oh really?'
Mrs. Smith thought as she chuckled.
"Oh, thank you...I never thought someone so high would bring themselves to acknowledge me this much...I'm so flattered...!" Mrs. Smith said mockingly.
'Big Sis, where are you?' Lucas thought.
He so badly wanted his sister to hear this so that she could give this woman a verbal lecture about their mother's history (even though lectures are always verbal...)...
And then when she was through, she would ask the woman to tell her own life story...
Or the other way round...
So that they'd be able to prove 'who' had a lowly...
Or 'who' is lowly match up against the other...
It was that simple...
When Temi's around...
Mrs. Clinton's eyes twitched a little when she heard what the woman opposite her just said.
"What do want?" Mrs. Clinton asked.
"Oh, nothing much...just a sincere apology from your son to my son...!" Mrs. Smith said as she gestured from Timothy on the wheelchair to her son Lucas.
"Pfft, yeah right...we're gonna see if that's ever going to happen...!"
"Can you just shut up for once, it's your mother and I that are having a discussion and not with you being involved...!" Mrs. Smith said but was cut off...
"I think, it does involve my son, because, this story all began with your son...!" Mrs. Clinton said as she pointed at Lucas and then at her son as she went on to say;
"Bullying my son...!" Mrs. Clinton said as she pointed at herself.
After a while, Mrs. Smith said;
"By the way, it's you and your son, that ought to apologize and not the other way round, not us!" Mrs. Clinton said.
"Wow, you finally used your brains right for once...!" Lucas muttered as he turned his head away.
Though he had mumbled it to himself, his mother couldn't help grabbing every word that he had said, causing her to burst into laughter...
"W...W...What did you say?" Mrs. Clinton asked as her eyes twitched darted themselves between mother and son.
"What did you say?" She screamed.
"Whoa, lady, you have some mental issues...!" Lucas said as he stared at the woman wide-eyed as he tilted his head backward.
"What?" Mrs. Clinton asked again as she slowly turned her gaze to him.
"You didn't hear what I said?" Lucas asked in surprise.
"Repeat it!"
"Sorry lady, I don't do what my parents don't tell me to do...as in approval from them...!"
"Why you little...!" Mrs. Clinton growled.
Looking up at his mother sweetly, Lucas asked;
"Mummy, should I repeat what I said earlier..?"
Playing along as she gently rubbed her son's head, she rested her hands in her knees as she said;
"Of course, baby...say it again...let her know?"
Closing his eyes as he enjoyed his mother's sweet touch...
It's been a long time since he's ever been touched like this, singe had to enjoy the moment...
Watching the act, Timothy felt disgusted as he turned his head to the side and spat...
"Awww, is this act disgusting you, little boy...?" Mrs. Smith asked.
Timothy frowned.
'Who's she calling little...?'
'At least I'm older than her son with five years (5)...can't she just acknowledge that...?'
'That's if Lucas is the first son...!'