(Background Description: She is currently living in Ably, Inchilen, and is cashing at her full-time job at a local convenience store)
Present Day
It's currently 10:30 pm in the night, and I'm working my usual night shift at one of the most popular convenience store branding in Inchilen. It is called "Yum Yum Galore". I was currently doing a cash count before I saw a little boy outside ruffly 5 years in age crying as well as with a hearing aid on. I then locked the cash register and went outside to evaluate his situation. Only to see a middle-aged man speaking to him besottedly and with slurs on the ends of his words. He seemed to be drunk and bothering the lost boy. Leaving me to abruptly rushed into the situation and started to question the boy.
Drunk man:
Get~ Oo..Out Of…aaaare business~
Melody:
*I then use sign language to say* Is this man bothering you.
Lost boy:
*gently nods as tears drizzled down his face*
*Though before I could properly carry out my plan I remember, the intoxicated man started to walk and close the distance between me and the boy in addition to his drunk heavy breathing on my face. I knew I couldn't run so I signed to him, "Go inside and lock the door…I'll deal with this"*. The last thing I knew was a familiar shock-wave of pain to my head….it was the drunkard's green glass liquor bottle which he stoked and broke against my head. Before my concussion, I punched him hard in his head and kicked him in his groin. Trying to do anything to instill time before I passed out. And…at last….I passed out….it was as if Deja Vu….but…it was different…I…actually saw police siren lights…and…someone….actually caught me…before I fell…......something I knew my mother….wouldn't have ever done.
Melody's Thoughts:
Why did I do something so foolish? Why did a coward like me bother to save that boy fully knowing it would be useless? Why did my muscles involuntarily move to help him? Was it because he was like what they call it…..'someone special'.....no....it was because he was like me….a 'helpless freak'.
8 Hours Later
Background Description: Melody is currently at a hospital in Ably, Inchilen. She is currently in a private VIP room on the furthest level in the 6th-floor hospital structure. I was the highest hospital building in the city.
Melody:
*groans and touches her sore head which is covered in bandages* ….I'm alive *she thinks*
….."Wha…..where the heck am I" *her thoughts before she groans as she tries to stand up from the bed".
The Man:
"I wouldn't be standing if I were you".
Melody's Thoughts:
Before I could stand I was abruptly cut off by a manly voice in a very deep octave….it was even a bit frightening to the ear. *I twitch from his unexpected presence and turn to look at him*...To be honest….he was quite handsome….and looked similar to someone I saw…w…was.it…the little boy's father....maybe *though I fanned away such a possibility*
The Man:
….:Excuse me are you even listening…I hate being ignored" *mutters the second part under his breath*
…"Anyway mam, can I have your name please…and I would like to compensate you for saving and finding my son…..as well as you inevitably getting hurt in the process….though I wish what happened could be kept anonymous for personal reasons"
Melody Thoughts:
"Oh so this is the lost boy's father….I guess me getting a concussion was worth it since the little deaf boy was saved….but how can I even communicate to his father".
Melody:
*I spontaneously thumbled through my pocket to find my notebook and began to write…."I'm impaired and unable to speak hence the reasons for the awkward silence…but my name is Melody and I am fine without compensation…I'm just happy the boy was able to come out safely through such mitts. And paying such a pricey hospital bill is already enough for me and can I have your name? I then gently handed him the notebook*
The Man's Thoughts:
Well that explain she was so silent when I spoke to her. As well as Micah(his son) explaining how she used sign language to communicate with him and help him get to safety....I suppose their is an actual reason for learning such a childish language.
"My name is Matteo…and I insist on the compensation even if you refuse…If you don't know already, my son is not anyone ordinary, a to my heir to my Studio Branding Chain."
Melody's Thoughts:
He seemed to be a rich flyer…someone with whom I shouldn't get involved with now or ever. Though, it intrigues me how a boy who's audibly impaired can be the heir to a studio, though it's not like it's my business anyway. Additionally, such compensation for risking my life could help me immensely with living expenses going up so high, but let me push back those selfish and greedy thoughts.
*And then started to take the IV out of my hand and placed my phone in my pocket before getting up, even though it was a bit painful*
Melody:
"If that is all I will be leaving, and may God bless you ." *I then pretended to show a subtle gaze, before abruptly trying to reach the exit door of the room. Only for my ankle to arbitrarily twist and plunge me to the ground. I then closed my eyes as the floor and my forehead closed the gaps. Not only was my life pitiful, but I was a clumsy wreck until remember someone grabbed my hand and pushed me forward.
*I was then pinned to the wall…..with Matteo's face all up in mine and his heavy breathing on my cheek, which made my heart ponder a bit…..because…..it was a catastrophic event...no an entanglement … that never in my life I…. expected.
Matteo:
…."If compensation can't please you…..would a contractual marriage be to your liking".