Post by The Convicted on Oct 18, 2018 22:44:07 GMT -5
As he walks out of the PWA press conference he checks his cell phone as it has been vibrating like crazy all throughout the press conference. He notices several Missouri numbers keep popping up and checks his voicemails. There are several from the Jefferson City Hospital and a couple from his parole officer and from the Jefferson City Prison. After listening to them he heads out of the Bottle Yard Studios in Bristol on foot. He takes his time walking down the busy street as he tries calling the prison first to see what was so important that they would call him several times asking for him to contact them directly. When he wasn't able to get ahold of anyone he dialed his parole officers number trying to get ahold of him but had no success either.
He wasn't sure what was going on but both places left him multiple messages asking for him to get back with them and now they are not answering. It's making him wonder what's going on, but he's in the UK a country he's never been to before and has a new job and for the first time a few bucks in his pocket just to have fun with. He stops at a newsstand and starts talking to the older guy running it, asking him what there is to do there in Bristol. The man begins by telling him about everything from the food to the clubs to the sights. He thanks the kindly older man as he buys a map from him and heads back out on foot to go find something to do, but first, he wants to find something to eat as his stomach is growling like a dog who hasn't eaten in weeks.
He heads down to Central Bristol to a little place called "Three Brothers Burgers" as he walks there he can't help but think about the food and stuff the old man told him about. The burgers and dogs with craft beer, shakes, sundaes and floats. It makes his mouth water as he gets hungrier with every step he takes and with the time zone difference he's really messed up. As he strolls down the street thinking still about the food at Three Brothers Burgers his cell phone rings as he checks the caller ID he quickly answers it.
Eric Chronister
Hello...
Jason Miller D.O.P.
Hello, Mr. Chronister, I am so happy to finally get ahold of you. I wasn't sure if I would or not.
Eric Chronister
Yes, sir, I was in a press conference when you called earlier and just couldn't answer my phone, I do apologize for that. How may I help you?
Jason Miller D.O.P.
Well, Mr. Chronister, as you know you are on a work visa and you still will have to report to the authorities over there but remember you still have to call me twice a week and check in.
He stops for a minute and sits down on an empty bench in front of a dress boutique.
Eric Chronister
Oh, yeah absolutely of course.
Jason Miller D.O.P.
Now for the actual reason, I have been trying to reach you. You do know Mr. Ortiz right?
Eric Chronister
Homie, yeah I spent the last decade with him, why what's up?
There's a silence on the phone for a few seconds before his parole officer begins to speak again.
Jason Miller D.O.P.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this but Mr. Ortiz is in a coma, Mr. Chronister.
Eric Chronister
What the HELL happened.
Jason Miller D.O.P.
I'm not sure Mr. Chronister, all I know is he was attacked late Sunday night, by several inmates and yesterday he slipped into a coma. I have been trying to reach you as Mr. Ortiz has you listed as next of kin and emergency contact.
Eric Chronister
What hospital is he in? What doctor does he have? What do I need to do? Can I come to see him or what?
He starts to move about as he sits on the bench not knowing exactly what to do.
Jason Miller D.O.P.
Mr. Chronister, I will send everything you need to know over to the office there in Bristol, by tomorrow morning and all you need to do is discuss it with them and your boss and everything will be okay. I hope Mr. Ortiz gets better, and you stay out of trouble Mr. Chronister, have a good day.
Eric Chronister
Yes, sir.
He shuts off his cell phone as he leans back with a single tear running down his face...
