Visiting Hours

[Sons of Gold (金の息子)]

Visiting Hours

The Hospital

The late hours of May 15th 2019

The broadcast had aired, and now the whole world knew.

Joshua Samson, part owner of Iconic Pro Wrestling, lay unconscious in a hospital bed; the victim of a vicious assault by Stasi Herveaux. An assault, seemingly, sanctioned and even encouraged by his own business partner Brooklyn Holloway. His wife Astrid Sedin sat by his bedside, holding his hand in hers as she rested her head against it and tears slowly began to trickle down her cheek. To her side sat Jazmin Davis who was being quite the support through all of this. Astrid took a deep breath and exhaled sharply, wiping her eye with her free hand as another tear made its way down her cheek..

Astrid: When are you due to pick up the colonel and Mr. Samson?

Jaz: I should be leaving soon. I'm also going to get something to eat on the way back. You want me to get you something too?

Astrid: No… I’m not too hungry to be honest.

Jaz: Auntie, You’ve got to eat something…

Astrid paused a moment, looking straight ahead out the room window as she sighed because Jazmin was right.

Astrid: Surprise me then. YOu know what I like.

Jaz: Okay. I should get going in casue there’s traffic.

Astrid: OK. I’ll just pop in the bathroom for a minute. Can you wait here until I get out?

Jaz: Nothing is going to happen to him while you’re in the bathroom. He’s going to be fine.

Astrid: I guess you’re right. Well drive safe.

Jaz smiled as she squeezed Astrid’s shoulder before she stood, turned and left, heading down the corridor slowly. Astrid looked back at her husband lying unconscious in the bed. With another deep breath she headed into the bathroom.

Almost the exact second that the door closed, a new figure entered the room. A tall, shaven headed figure in a smart suit. He looked down at the patient lying in the bed and shook his head.

Kellar: Oh how the mighty have fallen… well…

Kellar placed the flowers in his hand on a nearby table, and pulled up a chair next to the bed.

Kellar: Mighty might be a stretch… eh Joshua…

No response, obviously.

Kellar: What… no “Fathead”? No "brilliant" quips about 2005? Nothing… is that any way to treat a friend?

Samson didn’t move, or indeed respond at all.

Kellar: Wow… that’s cold.

Kellar looked over at the cards and flowers around the room.

Kellar: Wow… a lot of people miss you. I guess there’s no accounting for taste.

Still no response.

Kellar: You know… after your, admittedly fabulous, rent-a-thug Vernon Vanderbilt caved my skull in, I wanted nothing more than to put you in the hospital. I fantasized about all the bones I could snap. I even worked out the exact combination of submission holds to put you in to keep you conscious for as long as possible. You know who talked me out of it?

Still silence

Kellar: Nathaniel Davis. I do not know what that man saw in you but… well you know how persuasive he can be.

Kellar turned his head towards Samson. Still there was no answer. Kellar sighed.

Kellar: He told me to do what was best for business, not what was best for me, and so you remained intact. I went back to Japan with Melissa… can you believe she’s almost 6 now… seriously, she’s at school here in America and everything.

Kellar got no response.

Kellar: Anyway… so, I went to Japan and I went to see an old friend of mine. One of Sensei Macheda’s old partners. He’s 93… well, he was, he… he died last year.

Kellar took a deep breath and blew out. Still no reply came.

Kellar: Anyway, he told me “Whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.” We talked about karma and things being revisited on those who deserve them. He told me to be patient and eventually everything would work out.

Kellar looked over at Samson. Kellar’s voice gradually raised as he spoke.

Kellar: So, here you are. Off your head on painkillers, humiliated out of a company in disgrace, screwed over by your business partners, and beaten to within an inch of your life. If this isn’t karma I don’t know what is. I mean throw in being screwed out of a World Title and you’ve got just about low point I hit.

Kellar pointed at Samson, accentuating every syllable as he spoke.

Kellar: Every single point in my life that you laughed at me, well who’s laughing now you sack of s**t? Who’s laughing now?

Kellar glared over at Samson. An eerie silence filled the room. Kellar looked away and put his fist up against his mouth.

Kellar: Dammit Joshua…

ICU Nurse: Who are you?

Kellar looked up to see an ICU nurse staring back at him.

Kellar: Ah crap...

ICU Nurse: You're not on the list!! SECURITY!!!!

She dropped the things she was holding and ran out of the room. Kellar rose from the chair and called after her

Kellar: Wait!!! You don't need to...

Kellar watched her disappear down the corridor.

Kellar: Dammit…

 
Kellar turned and immediately felt the stabbing pain of a hard elbow strike to his face. He staggered out the door and looked back towards the room, only find himself pinned up against the opposite wall, and staring straight at Astrid Sedin. Astrid pressed her forearm against his chest and pointed the index finger on her spare hand straight into Kellar's face.

Astrid: You stay the hell away from my husband! GET OUT!

Kellar's trademark smirk returned to his face as he stared into the fierce eyes of Joshua Samson's wife.

Kellar: Ah… the grieving wife. We haven’t met, my name is…

Astrid slaps him across the face.

Astrid: I know full well who you are. And let me be perfectly clear… if you come near my husband again, so help me god I will k…

Security: Is there a problem here?

Astrid and Kellar turned their heads to see a security guard staring at them and the ICU nurse stood next to him.

Security: This is a hospital, I don’t want any trouble. You got trouble then you take it outside.

Kellar: No problem at all… “officer.”

Kellar wrenched himself free from Astrid’s grasp and straightened his jacket and shirt. He raised his hand up to his lip and wiped away the small drop of blood.

Kellar: I was just leaving.

Astrid: You fucking better be.

Kellar turned and made his way down the corridor. As he passed Jaz she turned her head away from him. As he reached the end of the corridor Kellar turned his head back, a cocky grin on his face.

Kellar: Do give him my best… if he wakes up…

Astrid lunged towards him and manages to kick his arm as Kellar continued her retreat and the security guard held Astrid back.

Security: Let him go… he’s not worth it.

Astrid watched as the Human Dynamite disappeared from view.