Past 10 pm One snowy night on a park near the hospital, Clinton who was then an 18-year-old boy, Whispered his sorrow in tears running down his cold cheeks. Seated on his wheelchair keeping a tight grip on his bandaged knees asking God.. "was it something I did that I had to suffer like this? was I too much of an evil that's why heaven turned me into someone that is not even capable of walking?"

His heart is hurting more than his physical, it was like just yesterday when he could still do all the things he desires, may it be bad or rather worse he just enjoy things the way how the world enjoys it. He didn't mind the cold wind that blows and the snowflakes slowly taking its place all over him. Clinton was completely devastated that he thought of the worst thing to do as the best solution, and that is to wish his own death.

It's been 2 hours since he left his ward leaving her mother Katherine sleeping on the couch. she woke up from a bad dream and found Clinton, not on his bed. It's only been a week since he regained consciousness after levels of operation done to try and put back his spine in its original position, but the damage on his brain was so severe that he almost not survive the last operation he had gone to; his life was at risk numerous times during the process, and all his family member gathered outside the operating room praying for Clinton to survive the phase.

The doctor in charge of his operation came out after 18 hours long and requested privacy with Clinton's mother; Katherine to discuss her son's condition. Dr Demetry brings forth good and bad news with him. The good news is; Clinton manage to survive multiple surgeries and his life is no longer at risk, but the bad news is.. the chance left for him to ever walk again is merely no greater than 18% She didn't know how to tell her son and kept dreaming bad ever since she knew the result they had to face.

Katherine step out of the room and started looking for Clinton, she went to the nurses assigned for nighttime rounds, but the last time they saw Clinton was in front of the Vendo machine to bought some beverage hours ago from a meeting with Doctor Demetry and headed straight to the elevator going down, Katherine looked all over the place and searched all the floors below but she couldn't find him, Katherine was sure that Clinton is already aware of his situation now. She felt much colder as she walks down the hallway and noticed the snow fell down from behind the glass window. There she saw Clinton on the park outside the hospital. She hurriedly ran towards the exit, and as she goes closer.. the sound of Clinton's sorrow is getting clear, - He was crying, and Katherine's heart seemed caught by thousands of thorns, her knees grew weaker and slowed down. Couldn't fight the pain she's feeling towards her son, Katherine covered his mouth and kept tears from flowing but couldn't, She tried so hard to conceal that she's somewhere near- grasping her chest trying to compose herself and wiped her tears away, and when she finally did..This time, she made quite a noise every next step she took towards her son. that way he will notice that someone is coming. Katherine knows Clinton very well, he won't feel good if someone caught him on his most vulnerable state. Allowing him enough time to pull himself together before she faces him was the best she can do. Before reaching him out.

"Clinton? Clinton! what are doing outside it's freezing cold."

Clinton faced him with the calmest expression he could ever portray..

"There you are, what kind of guardian fell so sound asleep when she has a patient to take care of?" he chuckled as he wheels towards her mama, his nose was so red and eyes were undeniably puffy from crying. He kept his head down, eyes on a snowy ground. Slowly, her mama met him halfway and touched both of his cheeks with her warm hands.

"Come on Clinton, let's get back inside, I don't want to bring home a frozen son." she joked around and rolled her eyes a bit and let him feel the warmth of her hands a bit more, she then offered to push him up until the entrance at least, but Clinton was too stubborn to agree and didn't even let her help him, he refused and continue to wheel ahead. Not even close to the hospital entrance Clinton felt a sudden pain on his back,

"Clinton? Are you okay?"

Asked her mom when she noticed that he stopped for a second.

"Y-yeah, I'm good" He pretended, and did not mind what he just felt and continued to wheel, but then again a rather sharp pain than the first one went down all over his spine causing him to stop once more. Can't help but groan, he grasp onto his arm rest and began feeling short of breath, the next second everything started to blur and his sight is darkening.

Katherine who was then five foot away from Clinton notice something was happenin' and when she heard him groan and stopped from wheeling She quickly ran towards Clinton and saw him all pale almost out of breath. She then called for help shouting as loud as she could. People started to notice and helped carry Clinton inside unto the stretcher, while on run the nurse asked for the patients Identification through his mother.

"What's the patients name?" asked the male nurse.

"H-his name is Clinton Mayers" Katherine answered catching her breath as she run along with the nurses.

"Check unto his records and let the doctor in charge know about the situation" commanded the male nurse leading the way. The moment they got into the room, Dr Demetry got a beep from the emergency room and hurriedly attended Clinton.

Demetry flashed a ray of light unto Clinton's eyes and made the female nurses check on his vitals,

"What happened?"

"Patient was found 11 minutes ago, out in such a cold weather almost unconscious"

Reported the male nurse

"I did not allow him to go outside yet. How did he got out? Where's the nurse in charge?" Demetry asked.

"Nurse Sasha hasn't been back from her break yet" said the nurse.

"Get her here now!"

Demetry commanded gritting his teeth. someone immediately beeped nurse Sasha to come right away in the emergency room.

Clinton is beginning to faint looking all pale due to pain and having a hard time breathing. Demetry was forced to perform immediate CPR. On the other hand Katherine is shaking and mumbling prayers while looking unto Clinton's unstable lifeline. She began panicking when she heard that he's beginning to go critical

"Clinton, Son! D-Dr what's happening to my son? Doctor please help him!"

Katherine is loosing it, and Demetry while trying to resuscitate Clinton, ordered the nurses to put Katherine outside

"Get her out of here."

Door and curtains were closed to help him focus, he did manual pumping on his chest and after a couple tries, Clinton seemed unresponsive the next minute his lifeline is heading straight and his vitals began beeping abruptly,

"Doctor, his vitals are dropping. It's cardiac arrest!" said the nurse.

Everyone attending on Clinton is remaining calm and composed except on Katherine who got locked out the hallway crying and praying desperately.

"Doctor, Nurse Sasha is on her way" reported the male nurse who's currently assisting Demetry on attending Clinton. A minute later the nurse arrived.

"Where's his chart?" Demetry asked while he continue to resusitate Clinton.

"He-here's the chart doctor" said the nurse looking nervous.

"Read it!"

She began to flip pages and read to Demetry the last diagnostics she had recorded.

"When did you last checked?" Demetry asked the second she finished.

Nurse Sasha replied, her vocals were shaking and faintly answers..

"Patient last checked wa-was 8 hours ago"

Strangely, nurse Sasha's last recorded check up on Clinton was 8 hours ago when he is required to be checked every 2-3 hours for any complications that may occur.

"Where's the most recent one?" asked Demetry and glanced unto the nurse.

"Th-that's the most recent one sir" she replied and did not dare to meet his eyes.

Demetry found no time to scold her and demand explanations about her records on chart, Clinton is his main concern, and when pumping does not seem to help at all he called out code blue as soon as he found out that Clinton is having severe infection and told everyone in the room..

"Prepair for defibrillation!"

I could hear everyone and the cry of that familiar voice calling out my name..

"Clinton, Son!"

I wished for this right?.. My own death.

I know I'm wrong, I've done nothing right. I'm living as if I'm dead, and what I did was something not worthy of God's forgiveness.

But.. God, if you are real and could hear me, take my breath and let life leave me now, I don't deserve another chance, and if my last breath be drawn today, may your will be done.

Clinton prayed on the midst of death, In his heart he knows that he is not worthy of a second chance, but God was good enough to pull him out of the ring of death and grant him a second life.

Back on his hospital room Clinton woke up blankly staring at the ceiling, he was unconscious for about 10 hours and barely remember what happened before he lost consciousness. Katherine was seated, head resting on the side bed asleep, he turned to her and touched her face with his left hand..

"Mama, mama."

He tried to wake her up but she seemed so exhausted so he let her sleep more, a couple minutes later, Doctor Demetry entered the room with a nurse accompanying him, she immediately introduced herself and right away attend on him checking his vitals and all, when she finished recording everything she handed the chart to Dr Demetry and exited the room. Demetry reviewed what the nurse had wrote down and started a casual conversation with Clinton.

"Good morning Mr, Mayers"

"Good morning Doctor" he answered

"How's your sleep?" asked Demetry

" I feel a little better, but how long was I asleep?"

"It'll be 10 hours from last night"

Clinton remained still on his bed, he doesn't want to wake her mom. He wonder what happened, but did not dare to ask Demetry about it, he just watched her mom sleep while rubbing her hair. Demetry clearly sees the reason he's remaining silent and do not dare to ask him is because of that last conversation they had. He was forced to tell him the truth about his condition before he got critical 10 hours ago. Clinton suddenly entered his office and asked the most hard to answer questions during a Doctor and the patient conversation. Demetry dared not to answer him forward as he already told Katherine about it and surely he knows that she's just looking for the right timing to tell him the truth. But Clinton begged him that he got provoked to tell him the result himself. He remembered Clinton wheel out the office shocked and really disappointed. But it doesn't matter who told him the truth, he'll be depressed either way, and would still result in shock.

"If you notice, you got a different nurse to assist you from now on during your stay here" Told Demetry trying to get his attention.

"Yeah, I noticed that. What happened to the first one?" asked Clinton.

"Her name is Sasha due to personal matters, she won't be able to further take care of you, but we got you a new one now, One of the best nurses that we have, you'll gonna like her." Demetry couldn't tell him the truth about nurse Sasha and what grounds she got from neglecting her duties.

" I see.. "

Clinton turn to Katherine once more and Demetry mentioned that she's been praying the whole night and was very worried about what happened to him. Clinton began to feel guilty about her mom and silently felt sorry about what happened.

"Thank you doctor.. For trying to save my life, I was not in my right mind when I stayed out for hours on such a cold weather when you told me not to." He apologized.

"I'm glad you realised that, learn from it and don't let your mother worry this much, Instead do your best to recover and get out of here, I'm sure you don't want your bill continue to increase." Demetry joked around and they both exchange smiles and chuckles, Katherine flinched and woke up from the noise they make while talking.

"Good morning Ms Mayers, sorry to wake you up' just giving your son a little scolding for being such a hard headed patient" Told Demetry, Katherine fixed herself a little and greeted the doctor too' a good morning. She's looking much better now that she was able to get some sleep, away from all the worries.

"Trust me doctor, I know how hard headed he is. See, he still got his skull intact" told Katherine.

"Come on mom, to whom could I inherit the same skull?" said Clinton, Teasing.

Katherine raised a brow to Clinton and was astonished about what he said, she remembered him bleeding a lot and still manage to wave goodbye with a peace sign to her while being brought by a chopper on the way to the hospital, she shook her head and release a great sigh, palm on her forehead

"Oh' gosh! What do I do to you, you should be thankful that you can't get a spank right know."

"Oh' Should I?" answered Clinton smiling sheepishly.

The mood lighten up as they exchange conversation. Demetry told them that he could be discharge in a week if he continue to improve from recovering during observation. Katherine got so relieved when she heard the news from doctor Demetry and thanked him for no one knows how many times now, she even offered to cook him meals one day and even joked that If only her daughter Vanessa is not yet engaged, she'll be willing to introduce her to him. Demetry simply ride on her jokes and is very pleased on how happy she is.

"Okay mama, cut it out. I bet he'll be more pleased if you let him take his break now that I'm doing okay" Clinton told Katherine while chuckling.

"Oh' yeah. yes your right! I'm sorry doctor, I know that your much tired more than anyone else in here, forgive me I'm a little bit of a talkative type sometimes" she apologized and thank him again one last time.

"I'm okay Ms, Mayers. Thanks for the concern, flicked finger - and now that you remind me about dating, I might consider finding one on my day off"

His clever jokes made her laugh even more and Clinton did the same. He thanked Demetry before he get to leave the room

"Thank you.. doctor."

"Your welcome, by the way call me Demetry, doctor.. sounds a little old." He insisted while pointing on his name tag pinned on his robe and finally made his exit.

Days passed by and a week of waiting was over, he manage to recover his health quick and finally was allowed to be discharge now. They waited for her sister Vanessa to come and she was the only one left uninformed about what happened to his brother. But when she knew, it was hopeless to come right away as she was abroad with his fiancé and was having paper conflict during migration. she took a flight back as soon as she got the papers done. Vanessa is 4 years older than Clinton she's 22 while his only 18. They were not that close most of his teenage life because of what he chose to do the moment he reached 13-years-old, when he began to choose the path way different from the day he was born. Clinton's parents was no longer getting along so well, his father was an abusive drunkard, and finally got divorced when he was 14. He started to hang out with his friends and tried all sorts of bad things Including drinking, smoking and even drugs. He got so addicted to car and dirt bike racings, and kept tagging along with different women every other month.

When he finally get so out of hand, her mother Katherine and grandparents decided to sent him to juvenile and he stayed there until he reached 17. He manage to get his high school done and got his diploma during his time in jail. but when he got out, when everyone in the family thought their nightmare was over, Clinton began to hang out again with the same friends before, and once more got exposed to all sorts of bad habits and met the worst tragedy he could ever experience, it was a snowy night his car was running fast, he drove off out of anger and lost control the car slipped off the road, and hit a big tree resulting to a complete wreck, he survived. Only to know that living a normal life would be hard to achieve and is now nearly impossible.

Twa's a great morning to start the day. Birds were chirping, horses are out in the yard and puppies were playing around in a slightly moised grass from last nights down pour. The sun rises, lighting up the cozy house, the wooden red barn and the whole land. Clinton was taking a sip of his black coffee staring outside the window enjoying the beautiful sunshine, its been 3 months now since he got out from the hospital and been staying on his grandfather's farmhouse eversince. He's keeping up and still on the process of living his new lifestyle.

Krug.. Krug.. Krug. The sound and the image of an old pickup truck drove by his grandfather is drawing near. A perfectly built man on his 70's wearing an old cowboy hat a shade and leather boots, got off from the truck. Clinton wheeled towards the door and greeted his grandpa who just got back from the neighbouring farm. He brought back fresh crops and a brand new saddle for their oldest horse named Sunday. He was Clinton's best friend since childhood, he was a gift from his grandparents when he turned 7.

"Morning son." his grandpa greeted him and took off his shades showing its pair of deep blue eyes as the sun reflects on it.

"Morning paw' want some coffee?" he greeted back and offered a mug of his black coffee with pride. his grandpa took a sip and exaggeratly express his love on coffee.

"Gooodness... That was so good!" he commented and took another sip.

"paw paw, don't forget that's.. - my coffee" he joked. He took one last sip and gave up the coffee back on his grandson.

"Sneeky brat, why do you always offer me a sip but never a full mug?" he demanded, and started unloading the truck.

"I'll.. make you one. - only if you allow my request" he demanded. His paw paw stopped for a second and put down the bag of seed back on the truck, he walked closer to Clinton sat down the wooden bench beside him, and took off his cowboy hat revealing his short gray hairs, rested his back and released a deep sigh..

"Now, that sounds like an old man being robbed" said Clinton, and he looked over Sunday who's currently tied on the wooden fence eating grass. He took a sip of his coffee until he finished. His grandpa remained seated hand on his pocket, he did not talk for a minute and finally spoke when Clinton put down the empty cup next to him.

"Technically speaking, I'm indeed being robbed.. He said and wipe off bits of sweats running down his forehead '..you're robbing me the precious time this old man wants to spent with you." he frowned, emotionally speaking.

Clinton looked at him and moved a little closer. He took the cowboy hat his grandpa holds on his other hand. he played with it, and as he flip he saw the faded words saying "Best grandpaw ever! " and a tiny cowboy drawing beneath it. Smiling as he remember the old days back when he was just 7-years-old. Used to be so close with his grandparents especially his pawpaw, always clinging on him and often go to church. was the apple in everyone's eyes, and at such a young age he was way intelligent and the youngest to ride a horse on his own, so on his seventh birthday he received Sunday. They ride him everyday with his pawpaw. And spend almost all day time tagging along while his grandpa do crops.

"That hat was your favorite, it does not fit your head but you insist on wearing it.." grandpa continues

Chuckles "Yeah, I remember" he agreed and put the hat over his head.

"I don't know what's on your mind that you insist on living alone, and I remember clearly that I disagree with that decision of yours" he said.

"Paw, I understand that your worried about me, but I'm no longer a kid. I can handle myself now, I just want to do something without the help of anyone and to prove myself I can do better even if I'm already like this" he answered.

"You should know that I'm not getting any younger myself, I only wish my remaining days and years be spent with a grandson who wandered alone for a long time, that he missed the road and almost not make it home" he stated, looking so down

Looking at his grandpa he can't help but to feel sorry towards him and himself. From being a good grandson to a nuisance and a great pain in the head. And now slowly becoming a burden, he didn't want to continue feel like it. So he kept insisting on moving out all on his own. He doesn't want him to continue feeling down anymore so he thought of making him feel assured that he'll be okay.

"Your not gonna die any sooner paw, don't talk that way, and besides. The place that I plan to move in is not that far from here. Its merely 20 km away, should be less than an hour by car we'll still be under the same zip code" he chuckled as he explained and insist the decision he came up with.

"Oh' Clinton you and your excuses are really hopeless. That just proves that my blood runs in your very veins, your mother has it. that explains why you had it" he shook his head once more, can't believe he has a grandson this smart to persuade him with such lame excuses.

"Ha-ha! That's the answer deserving of my special cup of strong black coffee" Clinton smiled from ear to ear showing his perfectly white teeth declaring he had won the dispute.

"Goodness, out of all you could inherit? " he shook his head one last time, put on the shade back on and finally got up the wooden bench and continue unloading the truck.

The next week, Clinton is finally moving out and her mom Katherine will be the one to send him off, she's currently living with her grandma on father's side taking care of him, it happened that his dad did not just abandoned them but the whole family even his own parents. He just vanished completely not even a shadow of him was seen after their marriage fell apart.

He found a perfect place to stay, spacious enough for a single person occupying the apartment, he signed for a year contract and found a job as a grass cutter with lawn mowers that suits him. Clinton is determined to start a new life now and found comfort on reading the Bible and collecting relics that replicates the life from the new testament and took interest on books and information regarding pyramids making him becoming a bit of a nerd.

His living the best of his time now, and everything is slowly beginning to go better, sometimes he do feel like a little scared whenever he feels that he'll remain handicapped forever, good thing that he continuesly receives a lot of moral support from his family. He started doing therapy session as advised by doctor Demetry which could help improve the possibility to walk again. Such a painful experience everytime he takes it, making it unbearable for anyone to watch him soaked in sweat bearing the pain coming from the machine that helps heal his bones, his brain lost connection on his damage spine making him incapable of sending commands to move his parts from waist below. As his body get to familiarise the same current going thru his body everytime he takes the monthly therapy session, it slowly becomes a little bearable, now he could talk even under it, unlike the first 3 months that he's not even able to open his mouth during sessions because of how painful it is.

One afternoon he ordered pepperoni pizza for dinner and waited for it while he's playing online games, the doorbell rang. assuming that the pizza has arrived but when he opened the door, he get to see a very familiar person that he's determined to forget about.