Medical…
Harold Attano sits at the edge of his bed looking down at the linoleum floor beneath him and we hear his internal monologue.
“They think I’m done… that I’m ready to fuck-off into my grave and pour the dirt on myself.”
Mr. Nobody slowly lowers his foot onto the floor and its counterpart soon follows it.
“That I’m a broken tool whose place is the scrap heap. They think they can wish me away. They put me here like a trophy, and they can come see whenever they want to make sure old Harry is still benign. After all, I’ve done for them every one of the bastards.”
Harold grips the rails of his bed and pushes himself off the mattress catching himself locking his knees.
“But they think I need to be grateful after I’ve given my blood, my sweat, my tears…”
A tear wells up in Attano’s right eye and slowly rolls down the cheek of the normally stoic Nobody.
“My body, all for the ends of people like Zeus who at the end of the day, robbed me of my life, locking me in Deathrow, Narcissa, whom I rescued but no good deed goes unpunished and it put me here…”
A shuffling step away from his bed, stumbling a bit but remaining upright.
“Or Gorge Cade, who got to leave our life behind, got a wife, a chance to raise two young sons. He got his gold watch and got to retire, while I got put in a hell hole all because I wanted what he got to have.”
The next step is more surefooted as Harold’s strength appears to be growing.
“But I survived, I did what was needed to come back, I even became a Champion trying to be the man my deceased daughter would be proud of. But come to find out, that was a lie perpetrated by a man whom I called, “friend”. I put my body between his sons and their own stupidity! And how’s my loyalty repaid?!”
Another step this time with purpose.
“Bastard shows up with his son and a garrote wire to put me out to pasture. I don’t know how many shots are left in this gun, but I know there’s at least one more round, and that fucker’s chambered with the barrel pointed directly at George Cade’s temple! I kept Jackson from going to Deathrow, made sure CJ survived it and didn’t become Arcadia’s next top serial killer! He owes me a debt three times over and he refuses to pay it back! I protect his loved ones, and he can’t bring himself to tell me the fate of mine! Well at Ring King he gets to choose, does he keep his family, and his health by giving me the answers I deserve? Or do I pull the trigger because all it’ll take is One Shot One Kill and two Arcadian families will be broken forever.”
Attano now pacing the room as a nurse walks in, shocked to see him on his feet. Harold presses a finger to his lips to indicate nobody needs to know about this.