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Chapter 12 - Hospital

Plato was being treated in a hospital at Maryland. The rain continued to pour down heavily. The storm

was so strong that it felt like the hospital building would collapse any time. Marlon stood outside waiting for Plato to survive. His heart had suddenly collapsed and he was in intensive care. Marlon then sat himself on the chair and there was a news channel that was reporting the local news. There was a hurricane in Florida. There were people whose homes were submerged and were being evacuated. There were cars totally submerged. He could see the terror on their faces. They looked totally helpless and was in desperate need for help. The news channel then shifted to a large famine in Middle East Asia. Terrible day! thought Marlon. There were large number of people on the streets. They looked like they were starving and in desperate need of food. But the news channels only showed them starving and not a video of photo of them being handed food. Strange! said Marlon. The world is a strange place, said the man seated next to him. He had a patch on his eye and his arms were missing. He looked like a pirate. And Marlon could not help but ask him. Are you a pirate? he asked him. Worse! he replied. What could be worse thought Marlon and looked back at the Television. Their faces bore resilience and strength. They did not look for help nor were they going to get one, they had realised by then. A young man stared at the camera right in to the soul of anyone they looked at him through the television. The man beside him who was slouched until then sat up firm. He looked at everyone as though he was challenging everyone. The faces who looked at him could not help but tremble. Remotes around the globe turned the channel off and went to eat their corns and flakes. The television ran out of power. Immortal! said the man with the eye patch. Plato at that second breathed again. Marlon was shaking by then. What did you say? he asked him. The man with the eye patch could help but only chuckle. What do you call a man who does not fear death? he asked him. A warrior? Replied Marlon reminded of Plato. What do you call a man who death itself fears him? asked the man. "An immortal" replied Marlon as the heart rate of Plato stabilised to normal. The electricity tuned back and the television now showed a reality show. The doctor arrived just then. " He is alive," he said to Marlon. Thank god! said Marlon walked away from the man with the patch!