DANTE
[A few days later.]"El, I know you can hear me." He, in fact, did not know that, but he could only hope so. He held on to that tinge of hope with all he had. He could not bear the thought of living without his son. Even though the kid frustrated him sometimes, he was still his favourite person on earth.The boy had only opened his eyes twice since the accident, and he could only smile with his eyes whenever he locked gazes with his father. Even his gaze looked weak, one could tell that his vision was hazy. Dante hated seeing him that way."Please, come out of this for me." He pleaded as a drop of tear escaped his eye. But as he heard the door of the ward swing open, he immediately wiped that tear off. Nobody was allowed to see him cry."Sir." He heard the doctor say as he approached. He decided he was not going to respond, because any attempt to speak would have had him breaking down again, he could not let that happen. Instead, he acknowledged the man with a stiff nod and pursed lips.He watched as the doctor examined his son and took notes. He tried to scan the man's facial expressions for any sign of progress, but it was useless, the man's face was as blank as a white wall, no expression.And when the doctor looked at him with his lips stretching in a small smile, something in his chest tingled. That had to mean something good. Doctors did not smile when it came to announcing bad news."His vitals are now stable," the doctor said to Dante.A breath escaped Dante's lips at that moment, it felt like something heavy had been lifted off his back. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Elon's forehead.He had missed his son a lot, especially those tricky questions of his. At home, it felt really weird knowing that his son was not even there. It felt empty, like it was just a house, not a home. It only dawned on him how much he actually loved listening to the boy's endless questions now that he was not able to do so.So, he asked the doctor, "is it possible that he continues his recovery at home?"The doctor seemed to be reasoning for a while, weighing some options. Then he replied, "if you're able to provide all the equipment that he'll need, I don't see why not." he shrugged. "We'll also assign a nurse that will watch over him at your house.""Fine." Was all Dante said. By now, it should have been obvious that money was not a problem for him; at least, not when it came to his son. He was ready to pay anything."I'll begin with the arrangements." The doctor announced before leaving the ward.Dante felt like he could finally breathe air again. The past few weeks, he had felt like he was choking, and sometimes, he would not even be able to breathe. Elon was his source of strength, he was surely going to die too if the boy did. That boy was his lifeline.Still hoping that his son could hear him, he took the boy's hand and whispered, "You're coming home, El."•°•°•°•Elon's room had lost the life it used to have. There used to be colours, art, and his bright presence to bring everything together; now, the room had been converted into a ward and the air in the room sometimes smelled of medications.It was a sickening and depressing sight for Dante to behold.At least he is here, Dante thought. He was going to have comfort in the fact that his son was home and was in the best conditions to recover properly.Now, the boy was able to stay awake, although he could not yet talk like he used to. The smile in the kid's eyes always warmed Dante's chest and sparked hope in him, that was what kept him strong."His joints are almost completely healed." Someone had spoken. Dante's eyes moved from his son's face and landed on hers. He had even forgotten that she was in the room at the moment.Genesis was what she had called herself, the nurse assigned to take care of his son. Genesis Cruz."He's making progress." She added as he still had not responded, she was smiling as she spoke."Good." was all he said to her, with a firm nod.She gave a tight-lipped smile, an awkward one, and walked past him with a steel tray. He was now alone with his son.His eyes raked the boy's room and that dark feeling returned to him. And then his eyes landed on a photo of her, right beside Elon's bed. Evelyn. His heart still called out to her, and that longing grew even more with each passing day.Sometimes, he wished that he would wake up one day and find out he had been living a bad dream all the while, that she was actually still there with him, and he would see her face again and hold her in his arms. He hoped for that. But, deep down, he knew all too well that that was his reality.She was gone. Forever.And as he stared at the piece of her that he had left, his heart bled."You have to bounce back." He whispered to his son. "Please."He buried his face in his palms, elbows hoisted on his knees. He had not felt this weak since he lost Evelyn.He heard the nurse walk back in the room and immediately straightened his posture, adjusting his tie and dusting invisible dust off his sleeves.His eyes stinged but he did everything to fight back the tears that threatened to pour out of his eyes. And then, without a single word to the nurse, he got up and exited the room.DANTEHe had taken to having dinner with his son. The dining table was cold without Elon there with him. The boy was recovering beautifully, Dante could tell from the way he freely swallowed the spoonsfull of beans that the nurse was feeding him. A while ago, he would have moaned in pain and spat the food out.He even spoke more often lately, like now, he had faced the nurse with his prickly questions. At first, he had asked, "can I call you Jenny?"Dante thought this quite unusual. Not because his son was a broody, no. But because his son was not one to give out nicknames, not even he had a nickname from his son. When the nurse expressed her approval with a gentle nod and a smile, the kid mirrored her expression and told her, "you look more beautiful when you smile."Another unusual occurrence. Dante could not help but frown. Aside the fact that the boy had made a habit of asking the world's most uncomfortable questions, he also loved to indulge in what he called 'roasting'. Just a
GENESISShe found it strange that the people of this house rarely interacted with one other. Everybody just went about their tasks and only spoke to one another when it was absolutely necessary. There was no sense of togetherness in the household at all.Today in particular, it was even stranger, almost eerie. The silence in the house rang in her head and she could feel goosebumps sprout on her skin. If one looked at her close enough, they would see the hairs on her skin standing upright, that was how strange it felt to be in that house at that moment.She would have asked someone what was going on, but she was sure that nobody would respond to her. Since she arrived, nobody had spared her anything more than a glance, even her greetings had fallen to the floor and gotten trampled on.She did not knock when before she went in Elon's room and she soon realized that that was a huge mistake. A pair of bloodshot eyes had met hers as soon as she stepped foot in the room; that gaze had her ro
DANTEHe thought he was doing better; but, every year, this day would come and plunge him into deep sadness again. That sadness fueled anger and anybody that was not his son faced his wrath, either justly or unjustly. It was for that reason he had created a tradition to spend this day alone with his son every year. Nobody was to be around them.As he watched his sleeping son, he did his best to think of an answer to the question the kid had persisted with before falling asleep."Will I ever get a new mommy?" The boy had kept asking.Dante had dodged it by forcing the boy to gulp a glass of water and making him go to sleep. But he knew that once the boy woke up, he would be faced with the question again.The first time the boy had asked that question, he had fallen down the stairs before he could even get an answer. Now, Dante was not sure how he was going to dodge it this time. Soon enough, the boy began to stir on the bed, a sign that he was about to wake up. Dante held his breath, ra
GENESISIf she had been asked why she was back at that mansion, she would not have been able to give any tangible answer. She had originally decided to stay away from the man and his son in order to keep her sanity, but when she had thought deeper about the child, her heart melted and she was moved to return. But now, it was looking like she should not have let her emotions win. Dante's hard face was the first thing she faced immediately she walked into Elon's room. Again. Only thing was, this time, his eyes were no longer bloodshot and he did not look like he was going to shoot her brains out. He looked indifferent, like he could care less if she was there or not."Good morning, sir." She tried her best to not let her voice crack, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. But all she got was a curt nod before he rose to his full length and exited the room.She breathed. The stillness in the room had gone out with him, and it was now she became aware of the little boy's eyes scanni
DANTEHe still was not sure why he had given that nurse permission to use her traditional methods for his son's treatment. But his hands were tied here. He was not ready to imagine how his son would handle the news of not being able to walk again. The kid liked to run around and indulge in mischievous activities, such news would suck the life out of him and Dante hated the thought of his son living like a shadow of himself. "I feel like she's trustworthy." The voice of his friend dragged him out of his reverie. He blinked, focusing back on his friend, Luke."I mean, not too many nurses will go the extra mile like this. She's literally risking her career to give your son a chance to use his legs again." Luke continued. "Plus, from what you have said, Elon has a special connection with her. I think he's in good hands."Dante sighed, leaning back on his chair. "I just hope whatever she does actually works." "We all do, Dante. Remember, I am here to support any way I can." Luke's assura
GENESISIt had been a month since Elon switched to homeschool. He had even become more lively with Lana — his teacher — around. The lady was a sweetheart and even Genesis liked to chat with her whenever she took a break from Elon's classes. It was like a breath of fresh air having someone to relate to amidst the strangeness of the staff in that house. Lana was packing up now as she was done with the day's work. "You're a smart kid, Elon." She remarked. "Continue like this and you'd be ahead of your peers in no time." "Thank you." Elon smiled. "Alright, let me be on my way. I promised to make my kids burritos for dinner." Lana waved her goodbye and rushed out of the room. Genesis was all smiles when she looked at the boy, but it dropped as soon as she saw that he was looking sullen, lost in thought. "Elon?" She called but did not get any response. "Elon?" She tried again and all she got back was silence. So she poked his arm with her finger and that seemed to do the trick. He wa
GENESISIt was a dream, it just had to be a dream.She was looking at Dante with gaped lips and eyes wide like saucers. Did he realize what he had just said? She would have assumed that he was just joking, but she knew too well that Dante was not one to throw jokes around like that; at least, not with her."Look, I know it sounds strange." Dante started. 'Very strange.' She would have added if she was able to find her voice, but she was still dumbfounded. "But, right now, that is the only way I can think to keep you here." He sighed, his face spelling frustration. "I'll compensate you, I promise. You get to decide the amount.""I... I— marry you? That's—""Take tonight to think of it properly." He intercepted her speech. "For Elon's sake."She could still not make up a proper sentence as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving her to her thoughts. She stood there for a while, weighing her options. Marrying this man meant that her life was going to take a drastic turn, but leaving mean
GENESIS She was so glad to not have run into Dante that morning. Even though she knew she would eventually have to face him later that day, she still wanted to delay having to see him. She was currently massaging Elon's legs and, as usual, the kid was throwing one question after the other at her. "Do you think we would be able to survive a zombie apocalypse locked in this mansion?"Now, she was not sure why the kid was thinking about zombies today. But she was not going to indulge him in that conversation. "I don't know, Elon." She breathed. She did not want to burst his bubble by telling him that zombies were not real. Or baby he was already aware and just chose to ride that wave. "You're a little dull today." She heard the boy say to her. She looked up and found him scanning her face with concern. "Did something happen? Are you sick? Do you need the day off—""It's nothing." She mustered a small smile. "I've just not had my morning coffee yet." That was a stupid excuse, but for t