“Samson…wake up. (The little boy coos) Come on, wakey wakey. (The little boy turns around in his bed) Or… do you want ‘him’ to come wake you up? (The little boy sits up with a jerk and shakes his head) Come on then, let’s go have our breakfast. (The little boy gets off the bed and walks with his mother)
The little boy (Little Samson): But, mama, will that mean scientist come here again?
“He’s always here. You just don’t see him too often.”
Little Samson: Unless it’s time for my daily injections, huh?
“I’m afraid so, my boy. We are their lab rats and must do as we’re told.”
Little Samson: But I don’t like them! I hate this! I hate everything!
Scientist: Shut up there, boy! (He moves toward Sam and his mother) And you, as his mother, should teach him to control his (slaps her) tongue!
Little Samson: Hey! Don’t you dare slap my mother! (grunts and kicks the scientist in the balls)
Scientist: Ah! Foolish boy! (wails) You’ll die…today. (pulls out a high-power tazer and aims at the boy)
Little Samson: Come on, shoot me!
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The scientist pulled the trigger, and the electric dart flew straight into the boy’s chest. The boy spasmed and fell with his back to the floor…
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Samson woke up with a jolt. Again. This was the third time he was having a nightmare that day. He shut his eyes and opened them again, shuddering from shock. He stared at his hands and feet, then looked at the hospital bed beneath him. He wanted to make his eyes restless, so he wouldn’t sleep again. Fortunately, he heard a knock on the door. Human company.
Samson: Come in.
(Dante walks in with a huge smile on his face)
Dante: Bro!
Samson: Bro. (They hug) Where’s Carter?
Dante: Couldn’t come. He extends his greetings though. Still…can’t you sit up?
Samson: Nah, imma lay on the bed like this. It’s fine.
Dante: Hm. Anyway, you have a visitor.
Samson: Really? Who?
Dante: See for yourself. Come in!
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Lea walked inside, card in hand. Samson immediately sat up, his eyes widening. Dante, noticing this, scoffed and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Samson: Lea?
Lea: How did you know my na…?
Samson: Never mind that. What brings you here?
Lea: Well, I came, on behalf of my class, to give you this (raises the card) get-well card.
Samson: (chuckles) Well, bring it to me.
(Lea moves to the left side of his bed and hands him the card. He opens it and starts reading it with a playful smirk. His smirk soon turns to a frown and he flings the card away.)
Lea: What’s wrong?
Samson: It’s not a get-well card per se, it’s basically a love letter from…Lis...a…something like that.
Lea: Lisaa_bigdiva?
Samson: Yeah, her. I always wonder why she prefers her Instagram account over her real name.
Lea: I don’t know why myself. It’s really hard being with her in the same class. She even tries doing a lot of bull to me…and she succeeds…(exhales), it’s fine.
Samson: Why? What did she do to you?
Lea: I said it’s fine.
Samson: No. (raises his voice) What did she do? What does she do? I WANT to know.
Lea: What?! You’re gonna do something about it, Mr. Detective?! You can’t even get up from the hospital bed!
(gasps and covers her mouth with her left hand) Lo siento. (I am sorry) I’ve been a bit stressed.
Samson: You don’t feel too comfortable about venting to a stranger, huh?
Lea: Well, I wouldn’t necessarily call you a stranger…
Samson: So what would you call me? (looks into her eyes and smiles teasingly) Hm?
Lea: I don’t know… a school mate?
Samson: That still qualifies me as someone you don’t quite know.
Lea: And that’s the truth. I don’t know you so well, except the facts that you’re popular, you play volleyball, netball and basketball… I think they were saying volley is your fav among the three.
Samson: They?
Lea: (exhales) My female classmates. They talk about you to no end.
Samson: (chuckles) Does it annoy you?
Lea: Yeah, it’s sincerely piss-off material for them to talk and fantasize about you instead of reading their books. It’s no wonder I’m beating their butts even though I transferred here a week ago.
Samson: Oh, you are smart. I’ve seen your week’s records and they are outstanding. And you’re beautiful too. (Lea blushes a little. He notices this and smirks)
Lea: Oh please, I am only beating them in academics, not boy-friending. Lisaa_bigdiva can have at least 15 boys visiting her a DAY. I, for one, don’t know how she’s able to do that cuz she’s not that hot. And, I am not speaking out of jealousy, just facts.
Samson: (chuckles) I believe you. Hey, lemme tell you something.
Lea: What? Got some tea you wanna spill?
Samson: Come closer. (She moves closer to Samson’s side and leans her head towards his.) Closer. (She moves her ear directly to Samson’s lips, leaving some space for privacy. He clears his voice and speaks in a whisper) Before I got into the accident, the boys in my class were gossiping about you.
Lea (with her ear still facing his lips): Really? What…were they saying?
Samson: Don’t be flustered. You ready? (Lea solemnly nods) Well, they said that you’re hot and the only thing they don’t like about you is how you carry yourself. A dork is not, and will never be their final match. Oh, and that you’re not popular as well.
Lea: (seething) What do they expect? I came just a week ago.
Samson: Yeah, so they’re waiting. But, I, am gonna make YOU, a star in the school. Don’t worry, you’ll still perform, but you’ll be way more popular.
Lea: What do I need to be popular for?
Samson: I have gotten three fully funded scholarships from three big universities ever since I came here sake of the sports and my academics. It was easier for the teachers to recommend me because they knew me and my capabilities. You’re smart, you’re good. Who knows? Maybe, even Harvard will look your way.
Lea: You really think so?
Samson: Yeah.
Lea: How am I, I mean we, gonna do it then?
Samson: (chuckles) First things first, we’ll touch up your dressing style. Beautiful, but decent. It’ll be fit for school, but it’ll stand out.
Lea: But, what’s wrong with my clothing…
Samson: It’s too basic. Dante comes early to visit me every morning so I’ll give him the weekly dressing plan. And tips to straighten your posture and give you a confident look. I even have my phone here, oh, it’s not…well, Dante will bring it to me so… can we text?
Lea: Try memorizing my number ‘cause it doesn’t look like there is pen and paper here.
Samson: No problem. (Lea says her number twice and Samson closes his eyes. When he opens them, he smiles.) Your number is (says her number) right?
Lea: Looks like I’m not the only smart one here.
Samson: (chuckles) Yeah.
Lea: (lifts her head and stretches her back) I’ll take my leave then.
Samson: So soon?
Lea: You have Dante to talk to.
Samson: Yeah… see you later, then.
Lea: Chillax, why’re you so down? Bye. (starts to walk away)
Samson: Lea, wait. (He holds her wrist) Promise me you’ll visit again. Maybe, showcase to me some of the dresses and your posture modelling for weekly evaluation?
Lea: (chuckles) Maybe.
Samson: (holds her wrist tighter) Promise me.
Lea: Ok, I promise. Let me go. (He lets go and Lea walks away. When she gets to the door, she turns in Samson’s direction and waves him goodbye) Bye.
Samson: (waves back) Bye. I…it was nice…meeting you.
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Lea nodded, left and closed the door behind her. Samson’s lips curled into a smile. He talked to her. Her ear was near his lips. She smiled at him. He finally got to meet her up close: his secret crush from elementary school. He laid himself on the bed and smiled cutely, hugging himself.
Samson: She doesn’t remember me, does she? It’s fine, I wasn’t as popular back in elementary anyway. (exhales) She’s so cute. And funny too. (laughs) We’ll get to text. I’ll get to see her every week! (laughs heartily) At this point, whoever hit me with the car should be blessed. But I really wonder why she just, disappeared after my parents’ death. It really broke me to lose my crush and my parents at such a young age. Her sense of fashion has disappeared too. Or, is it because her mom was the one doing it for her? Eh, anyways, she’s back and my heart, is glad. But, when she gets popular, the boys will start wanting her to be their girl. No (sits up), she’s my girl. I’ll make sure of that, even if I’ll have to do it from this hospital. I am not losing her again.
Samson exhaled and threw himself back on his bed.
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