Sounds of scattering dragged me out of my dreams. Low whispers managed to keep me from falling back to sleep. Finally, admitting defeat against the process of pretending to be asleep, I open my eyes. Flailing my hand around I reach for the controller and bring my seat back into the sitting position.
Squinting my eyes I look down at my watch on my wrist. The tv screen in front of me slightly illuminates the glass screen allowing me to see in the darkness. Damn, I've still got 4 hours left to kill.
There really is nothing to do on a plane. Guess I'll order some food for now since I haven't eaten anything pretty much all day. Looking at the menu I select some food and call for an air hostess.
At first, the woman seemed a bit surprised when she saw me. Is she surprised because of my age or have I got something on my face. Using my hand I roam around my face feeling for something, which caused the hostess to giggle lightly.
"Sorry, sir there is nothing on your face. It was just your age that caught me by surprise. It's unusual to see someone this young to be flying by themselves."
I guess it would be a little weird. In most movies don't the young masters have bodyguards with them? Oh well, nothing I can do about it. I definitely don't need a bodyguard anyway.
"It's fine. I'm currently travelling to visit a friend. I'd like to order some food if you don't mind."
After telling her my order the air hostess started to walk off and my interest in her was stolen by bordem. What am I going to do for four hours? As if noticing my bordem the air hostess came back over.
"If you get bored we have a variety of ebooks on the tablet, built into the chair in front of you."
With a quick thank you the air hostess walks off. Let's see what we have on here. When scrolling through the books I can't find anything interesting. Just the cliche romance novels or boring action ones. The only things that catches my eye are the revision books in the student section. Guess I'll learn everything in the books for now.
One of the first lessons Tobias taught me in Oasis was how to completely memorise stuff. The way you did it was by circulating mana through your brain whilst looking at the thing you want to remember. This sounds simple, but it was incredibly hard at first. If you slipped up you would pass out from a very bad headache. When I learnt it Tobias wanted me to master mana control at the same time so while I was memorising he would hit me with a stick. The pain would make me lose concentration and make my control slip causing me to pass out. After a while, I managed to keep my mana controlled when getting hit so I could memorise stuff under any condition.
It didn't take long to finish reading all the revision books. I didn't even know they studied half this stuff in America. Programming was definitely the hardest subject to master. So many terms you need to remember. Such a pain.
The hostess brought my food about 20 minutes ago and I finished whilst reading. Actually being able to multitask is fun. Before I went to Oasis I couldn't multitask for shit. I couldn't even read a newspaper when taking a dump it was that bad.
There is about an hour left until we reach San Francisco. Getting out of the airport and then heading off to a hotel is probably my best bet. I'm somehow going to have to get through all the checks though. I could just use the forget skill again, but I can't keep relying on it. Maybe I should use camouflage and sneak by?
While I was sitting there thinking a sudden commotion happened next to me. A middle-aged man suddenly stood up holding onto his chest. The mans face was pale white and his eyes only held fear inside them. His breathing became short and fast as his body began to tremble slightly. Shit, that's not good. Pain flashed across the man's face as he once against pressed on his chest.
Everyone was looking at the mans face as the hostesses all ran towards him. Panic was clearly spreading throughout all of the 1st class wing.
"Mr Clark, what is wrong?"
The man struggled slightly, but he managed to get his words out through grit teeth.
"It feels like something is pushing down on my chest"
Looks like my guess was correct. This man is having or is about to have a heart attack. Seems other people have caught on as well as they all visibly pale. It's weird though this man looks healthy so why is he suddenly having a heart attack. Possibly related to a disease? I don't know I ain't no doctor.
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The mans eyes rolled backwards as his body fell to the floor. Screams of the nearby passengers echo throughout out the plane. Aren't rich people supposed to have etiquette of some sort, control yourselves.
All of the hostesses nearby rushed over to the man laying on the floor unconscious. A voice came through the speakers in the plane asking for a doctor. One of the hostesses started to give CPR. She continued to give CPR to the man for about a minute without a doctor turning up.
This man is going to die at this rate. Damn my good nature. Crossing over the rows of seats and weaving between the spectators who refuse to go sit back down. You do realise you are all just watching a dying man. Making my way to the front of the group I stand above the pale-faced man and the red face hostess who had brought me my food earlier.
"Move" My voice was powerful and cold. It sent shivers down the backs of the passengers nearby.
"Little boy go sit back down. You are not helping the situation at all. There is no time for you to try and play hero."
One of the elderly passengers said to me. Looking at the old woman who scolded me I glare at her. Instantly the women stepped back and the other passengers also unconsciously took a step back.
With quick strides, I make it over to the hostess and crouch down opposite her. She looks up at me briefly, but doesn't say anything and keeps giving CPR. I start to call out to Mr Clark but get no response. Using my knuckles I lightly rub the bottom of his sternum which caused the women to stop doing CPR. He is definitely in Cardiac Arrest.
"Go get a defibrillator I will continue with the CPR"
The air hostess looked reluctant to leave, but after a quick glare she immediately runs off. This man has been out for a minute and a half. Roughly speaking he has about a minute left before the situation becomes even worse. The reason I sent the hostess off and not one of the other ones is because the others are currently occupied trying to keep the other passengers from getting too close. Damn rich people.
It didn't take long for the hostess to return with the defibrillator. Seeing her coming I rip the mans shirt to expose his bare chest. The hostess instantly started to unpack the defibrillator and set it all up. Once the pads were secure it took a matter of seconds for the defibrillator to match the heartbeat and charge.
The mans chest twitched slightly when the charge went through him. Straight afterwards I started to give chest compressions again. Just over a minute later the man started to show signs of waking up. I quickly put him in the recovery position.
The passengers nearby begin to clap when the man starts to wake up. Seems like the air hostess couldn't take it as she started to lay down panting slightly. I haven't finished yet though. Putting my hand on the mans back I push my mana in his body. Let's look at what caused the heart attack. Looking around the heart for the problem I find the coronary arteries. Damn looks like they are blocked. Focusing a little more I pass my mana through the arteries and unblock them.
That was close. If I had slipped up even a little with the control I probably would have damaged the mans heart. Looking at the mans face I can see his eyes now open and colour coming back to it. The hostess moves him and the defibrillator away from the first class wing and lays him down on what seems to be a makeshift bed.
With a calm expression on my face, I stand up and make my way back to my seat. Unlike before the group of spectators make a path for me to walk through. That's right I'm yo God, bitches bow down. The elderly lady gave me a quiet apology on my way past.
Back in my seat, I spend the next hour listening to music on the tablet. They only had the charts so a lot of the music wasn't to my taste, but it worked to pass the time.
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After what seemed like a billion years the plane finally landed in San Francisco. Within minutes an ambulance was next to plane to receive Mr Clark.
So how do I get out of this airport then? I could just active camouflage and walk out, but I'm pretty certain they would get suspicious if they ever check the CCTV to see if I left. I will probably have their attention after I helped save Mr Clark. Damn my good nature.
As I was exiting from the plane the hostess from earlier pulled me to the side. She was a lot calmer now and even seemed a little happy. When she pulled me to the side I could tell she had a slight skip to her step. They might give her a bonus or something for saving Mr Clark and she wants to thank me?
"Thank you for earlier sir. If it wasn't for you I doubt I would have been able to save his life"
"It's fine don't worry about it. You did most of the work anyway. Do you mind if I ask why you pulled me over here?"
"Of course sir. Mr Clerk has asked that you go to the hospital with him, I believe he wants to reward you for saving his life. I get a bonus and most likely some other rewards from my company so I don't need the reward."
Normally I would turn the offer down, but this would be my perfect chance to escape from the airport without drawing suspicion. Judging from how he can have the airport staff move at his will this man is a powerful figure. Maybe I can use him to get my green card?
Then it is decided. I will get in the ambulance with Mr Clark and use him to get myself out of the airport. Then as for my reward, I will try and see if he can help get my green card.
Sigh. I have so much to do; I have to set up a bank account and transfer all my £ into $. Then I need to find a house. Finally, I need to join a school without having any parents. Maybe Mr Clark can help with that too. Guess I will make a long lasting friendship with this guy.