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An hour after that phone call was made, Nathaniel was in an examination room at the Presbytarian Hospital. One NYPD squad car wasn't far from the Campus and so they were here in a couple of minutes. Seeing the situation, they called back up and another ambulance, the frat guy being ushered in the first one that arrived considering the gravity of his injury. Ten minutes and twelve more cops later and Nathaniel was taken to the hospital too after giving a statement to the officer that questioned him.

He could have pleaded the fifth and refused to give a statement to the Police but he had nothing to worry about in this case. The right to self defense is a constitutional right protected under the second amendments of the constitution. That was the reason why he let himself get beaten up, so that he had probable cause to break that frat guy's jaw. It wasn't even the chanting that ticked Nathaniel off but the fact that he liked it so much. That he craved the attention so much that even when doing something so reprehensible, he still liked being the focus of so many people.

A quick survey from the Police department among the crowd that had gathered and the huge number of videos taken during the incident absolved Nathaniel of any wrongdoing and so he was put on the back of an ambulance the moment it had arrived. He did not have to check his phone to know that a huge number of the videos taken earlier were already hitting social media and he expected a call from Maggie any moment now. Considering that he was already under scrutiny by the traditional media because of him taking down his law professor, he knew the video would be quickly picked up by them as well.

Once examined in the ER, Nathaniel was brought into a single room where the nurse assured him that a doctor will come visit soon. He was surprised to see a doctor coming to his room a few minutes later with a chart in his hand. After examining Nathaniel with attention, he noted down some things on his chart.

"You are going to be okay Mister Lyndon." The doctor finally said. "Your right hand needs to be bandaged, your tongue is split probably after getting punched and I'm afraid the left side of your face is already starting to swollen." He added in a caring voice.

"Thank you doctor." Nathaniel answered.

"It's normal, a nurse is going to take care of your hand. I'm going to prescribe you anti inflammatory and pain medication for your face, you just need to rest for a couple of days."

"I'll do that doctor."

He was going to exit the room when Nathaniel stopped him.

"I know that you can't give me any information about the man who attacked me but he seemed more injured than I and I wanted to know if he was okay?" Nathaniel asked tentatively.

The doctor turns in his direction and looks at his face, seemingly searching for something and when he was done, he sighed.

"His life is not in danger if that's the question you are asking but it's going to be a long road for him. I expect him to be in surgery for another twelve hours at the minimum. I can't say anything else about this matter I'm afraid."

"I understand, thank you doctor." Nathaniel nodded, deep in thought.

The doctor nodded as well before making his way out of the room. Even if it was not his place to judge, he was secretly satisfied that his patient cared about the other boy status. He was there when the college kid was wheeled in and he had seen the horrifying damage that he had with his own eyes. To put it into perspective, he once treated someone who had been attacked by someone wielding an aluminium baseball bat and the damages were meager compared to the boy that was in surgery at the moment. He had looked when he was ausculpting Nathaniel that his hands were not one of a fighter and considering his injury and his behavior, he seemed as surprised as them about the injury that he managed to cause. Maybe there was something wrong with his bones and it was the reason that he was so heavily injured? The doctor thought before making his way to the operating theater to make sure it could be important.

With a newly bandaged hand and a blushing young nurse that was exiting his room with a picture of him signed, Nathaniel locked his jaw to his pain that he was feeling. For his ploy to succeed and people to not ask questions, he had to focus his will for his injury and swelling on his face to not head on their own. Considering that even his normal healing was several times stronger than average, he had to purposefully stop the healing process on each part of his body which seemed in return to accentuate the pain that he was feeling.

It was at this moment that the door of his room was opened and his two mothers entered followed by their security escort. Upon looking at him, they looked sad and upset and immediately went to his bed to hug him.

"Moms, what is going on?" Nathaniel asked, baffled.

He then looked at Michael who was among the security personnel following them who quickly nodded back, understanding the unspoken message.

"We will stay outside and make sure you are not disturbed, sir." He said before closing the door.

"Mom, I'm fine! Stop it!"

"You don't look fine! You look terrible!" Mary said, upset.

"Jeez, thanks." Nathaniel answered bitterly and a little bit amused at the same time.

"If you are fine, why don't you heal then?" Mary added angrily.

"Then millions of people would find it weird that I healed an injury that would take them weeks to resolve in half an hour, don't you think?"

"Oh… yes, I didn't think about that." She seems embarrassed now.

"Intellectually, we knew that you would be fine and that you could have beaten that boy without difficulty but there is something really peculiar about watching your own son get beaten up on national television." Karine added.

"Sorry, I should have called you but I thought you were going to understand what I wanted to do and why I was doing it that way."

"You should have yes, you have no idea what it's like to be a mother, Nathaniel." Mary rebuked.

"Especially considering that you were really busy today, let me tell you that some of my colleagues were really not happy about you and so about me as well. You should have told me about it before exposing your professor like that sweety." Karine continued.

"Sorry for the trouble mom." Nathaniel apologized.

"Don't worry about it, I trust your finding and if they really have a problem with it, I don't really care. I don't need them to do my job. I just wished you would have told me about it before going through with this. You always had that mean streak when you were the target of someone ire."

He wanted to counter the point but he knew better than to argue with his mother when they were like that. Insted, he chose to stick his tongue out, using the moment to heal the cut part on it in front of their very eyes.

"After everything that happened, I still have trouble believing what I'm seeing when he does things like that." Mary said, shaking her head.

"You and me both, love." Karine agreed.

"When we will be home, we need to talk. Something happened to me earlier today and you need to know, maybe you would be able to help." He said with gravity. "But, not know, this is not a safe place to have that type of discussion." He added quickly seeing the expression on their face.

"We understand sweety." Karine nodded.

"Oh I was going to forget, Maggied called me when we were arriving here. She told me that she couldn't reach you so called me instead. She is sending her love to you and wishes for you to get better soon…" Mary started when Nathaniel stopped her.

"There is absolutely no way that Maggie said this, mom, what about the truth?"

"Okay, she's happy that someone finally punch your stupid face and sad that she wasn't the one doing it." Mary sighed.

"That I believe." Nathaniel laughed, shaking his head at his agent's behavior.

"And she told me to tell you to check Twitter, something about you that I didn't understand as the line cracked at the end."

Nodding, Nathaniel took his phone out of his pocket and fired up Twitter on it. He wasn't surprised at the huge number of notifications because he expected it. Looking more into it, he noticed that the same sequence of sentences was coming again and again and continued mounting in terms of numbers. More than that, even in the world trend, the same words were currently top2 and rising rapidly in terms of number of tweets.

"... Golden Son?" He said out loud.