Hospital Bill

Just then, Orson felt like his head was about to blow up. The pain he felt was too brutal. Looking up, he saw that his dad had walked into the room without his knowledge, and he was responsible for the sharp pain he felt; his father had hit him hard on the head without caring about his current condition.

"Now how did you get yourself into this mess?" He asked. 

"I can't remem... 

"And if you say you don't remember you'll be eating your teeth for lunch"

"I, I, I was going to say that... "

"Going to say what? That you picked a fight with a grown-ass man and got your ass handed over to you on a pitchfork? " Peter asked.

"Well, if you knew what had happened, then why the hell are you giving me a tough time!?" Orson said. 

"It's because your head is empty, that's why! " Peter replied. 

"Everyone knows that without me, your shop would have shut down a long time ago," Orson quipped. 

"You little piece of shit, bastard son of your mother, say rubbish one more time and see if I don't break your bones" Peter threatened. 

"As if they aren't already broken" Orson replied. 

Peter started looking down at Orson maliciously. A chill ran down Orson's back and he broke down in cold sweat. 

"Hey, wha-what are you trying to do? You know I'm in pain right now, hey, I was just joking, hey, father, don't do it, please do not do it"

Just then, a nurse and a doctor walked in. 

"Who shouldn't do what? "

When Orson heard that question he knew he was saved. Peter would have increased his recovery time by five solid years if the doctor had not walked in. 

"Uh, don't mind my father, he insisted on tickling me. He said it would make me feel better and recover faster" Orson lied. 

"What were you thinking, Mr Grey? Don't you want your son to recover?" The nurse asked. 

When the nurse spoke, Orson discovered something; he saw genuine concern for him in the nurse's eyes, and this confused him greatly. He had fought with many children, and it had greatly pissed the nurses off back at home, seeing the number of children coming in for treatment almost on a daily, not to talk more of the children whose parents were medical practitioners also. 

"Wait a minute, father, where are we? "

"It seems you really hit your head hard. We're in Pearl City. We came here for a job, and also the Pearl Magic Academy is admitting students today. You applied, remember, despite my better judgeme... Mmh, my encouragement.

When you attempted to walk into the academy, you were stopped by the guards who didn't ask you to state your business, but immediately dismissed you. You got pissed and immediately attacked the guard, saying shit like 'I won't take any more crap from anyone,' and 'You can't deny me my destiny, ' blah blah blah. That's how you got your ass handed to you. " Peter replied. 

Orson's face then went bright red. 

"I guess I blew my chance didn't I? "

"Yeah, you did, big time; I'm so sorry you couldn't get in, both literally and figuratively," Peter replied. 

'As if. I know he's happy now, as his free labor is going nowhere yet; just look at him, trying to hold in his laughter; I won't forget this,' Orson thought. 

The doctor cleared his throat and spoke. 

"Mr. Grey, where about to prep your son to undergo healing magic now"

"But I didn't pay for that; I don't have enough money to cover the extra bill," Peter said. 

'Wait, what? Ugh! I should have known. So he is the reason I haven't been touched by good old sweet healing magic, and what's that about not having enough to cover the bills, big fat lier' Orson thought. 

"Yes, not to worry Mr Grey, someone has paid for your son's treatment. They also tasked me with handing over this invitation to you" The doctor replied. 

"Tch!"

"What was that, Mr Grey? "

"Uhm nothing; I was just wondering who would be so kind as to help a total stranger," Peter said. 

"Well, that should not be an issue, as everything you need to know should be found in the letter I just handed over to you," The doctor said. 

"Can I see the contents? " Orson asked. 

"Focus on your treatment, boy, and leave the grown-up stuff for the grown-ups," Peter replied. 

In no time, the procedure started, and healing magic was cast on Orson, but there was confusion in his eyes, and when he couldn't bear his curiosity again, he had to voice out his concern. 

"Why am I not in pain?" He asked out loud. 

Now, this question might seem out of place, but there were many variations of healing magic, all for various types of afflictions, and back at home, healing magic for physical injuries seemed to be a painful ordeal.

Why was it so? Well, the healing magic used for healing physical injuries worked on the concept of cell activity acceleration. When cast, the activity of cells in the targeted area is greatly increased and the body's metabolism rate enters God mode. This puts the body under strain, depending on how much the injury is.

Instead of healing the injury itself, the magic aids the body in doing it faster than its normal rate. Orson had already prepared himself mentally because he knew his injuries were grave. 

'What kind of person does this to a thirteen-year-old?' Orson thought. 

"Well, I can answer all your questions if you want, both the ones you said and thought," The nurse said. 

"The question I thought? " Orson asked. 

"Yes, you were wondering why the guard injured you up to this level" The nurse replied

"How did you... Are you like psychic or something?" Orson asked. 

"You can say that. I can read the thoughts of anyone I touch. It's an extra ability from the type of healing magic I possess, but I can only read what is at the forefront of someone's thoughts"