Incredible Michael Ventura

Mysterious old man.

Chapter 6

As Michael closed in on the old man, the commotion around him grew louder. Concerned onlookers began to gather, their faces etched with worry.

"Oh my God, someone's hurt!" Someone shouted.

"Someone needs to call an ambulance!" another voice yelled, desperately seeking assistance.

"Hurry, we need medical help!" someone else cried out their urgency resonating through the air.

People started to panic, their voices mixing with the sound of sirens in the distance.

"They already did!" Two men shouted back, panic in their voice.

The urgency in Michael's stride matched the urgency in the voices around him.

Feeling the weight of the situation, Michael's instincts kicked in. He knelt down beside the old man, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Sir, can you hear me?" Michael asked, gently placing his hand on the man's body.

The old man's eyelids fluttered, and he weakly turned his head towards Michael, struggling to form words.

"I... can't... breathe," he managed to gasp out.

"Sir, stay with me!" Michael urged, panic creeping into his voice.

But the old man became unresponsive, his breathing shallow and irregular.

"I think he needs CPR!" someone in the crowd urgently suggested, their voice filled with concern.

"No, wait! I have a feeling... I think I can help him!" Michael declared, his voice resolute and determined.

The bystanders exchanged worried glances, unsure if Michael's intuition could really make a difference. But they were desperate for any glimmer of hope, so they quieted down, allowing him to take control.

Ignoring their pleas, Michael closed his eyes for a moment, visualizing his actions and silently praying for the old man's healing. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenge ahead.

Michael reached out and gently checked his pulse, finding a weak flutter that indicated there was still a fighting chance.

With his heart pounding in his chest, Michael took a steadying breath and placed his hands on the old man's chest, feeling the fragility beneath his fingertips. He applied steady pressure, trying to pump life back into the aged body.

"Come on, sir. Come back to us," Michael whispered fervently, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and desperation. He willed the old man to fight, to find the strength within to return to the land of the living.

As Michael continued to administer compressions, someone in the crowd spoke up, his voice trembling with fear. "Shouldn't you be performing CPR? Isn't that what they teach?"

Michael's focus remained solely on the task at hand, blocking out all distractions. "I know CPR," he responded, his voice steady and confident. "But right now, all I can do is try to will him back, to give him the strength to hold on."

"I won't let you die," Michael declared, determination shining in his eyes.

Ignoring the commotion around them, Michael placed his hands again on the old man's body, searching for any signs of a pulse. He pressed down firmly, hoping to resuscitate the fading life within this stranger.

His movements were rhythmic and deliberate, each compression pushing air through the man's damaged lungs.

"Hang in there, sir," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of desperation and hope.

The minutes felt like an eternity as Michael continued his actions, his wishes for the old man's recovery growing stronger with each passing second. He felt his own chest become warm, as if an invisible force was guiding his every move.

The crowd watched in awe and trepidation as Michael tirelessly continued his efforts, his hands never wavering from their position on the old man's chest. Time seemed to stand still as they held their breath, waiting for a sign of life.

And then, just as doubt began to creep into their minds, a faint gasp escaped the old man's lips. Eyes widened with renewed hope, tears of relief streaming down faces.

"He's breathing! He's breathing!" someone exclaimed joyously, the news rippling through the crowd like an electric current.

 The old man's eyes fluttered open, confusion etched across his face.

"He's alive!" Michael exclaimed, his voice filled with relief.

Michael's determination had paid off. With a mixture of gratitude and awe, the crowd erupted in applause and cheers, their voices rising in praise and thanks for his inexplicable act of healing.

"This is unbelievable! You have a gift, a true gift!"

"How did you do it? It's like something out of a fairytale!"

"You are a miracle worker!"

"This is a miracle right before our eyes!"

“Please, tell us how you did it, we need to know!”

"I have never witnessed anything like this! You are undeniably special!"

"Your selflessness and compassion are truly inspiring!"

"I can't believe we have witnessed such a divine intervention!"

"Thank you, son," the old man rasped, reaching out to grasp Michael's hand.

A wave of gratitude washed over Michael as he smiled down at the man he had saved.

The chaos of the accident scene slowly calmed as the old man regained his consciousness, thanks to Michael's quick thinking and actions. The crowd around them had dispersed, an ambulance on its way. Michael felt a sense of relief wash over him, as he helped the old man back onto his feet.

"People often forget the power of human touch and kindness," Michael said. "You're going to be okay now."

The old man looked at Michael, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Son, you saved my life. I don't have enough ways to thank you," he said, his voice wavering with emotion.

As the old man's breathing slowly returned to normal, Michael wondered if he could do anything more for him. But he didn't expect what the old man said next.

"I know this is the least I could do, but please take this as a token of appreciation," the old man said, as he pulled out a checkbook from his coat pocket. "It's not every day that you find someone as compassionate and selfless as you."

Michael was taken aback, feeling uncomfortable with the offer. "I appreciate the gesture, sir, but I didn't do this for any reward," he said, politely.

"I understand that," the old man said. "But this is just my way of thanking you for saving my life. You can do whatever you want with the money."

Michael shook his head, feeling grateful but hesitant. "I can't accept this, sir. I just did what I thought was right."

The old man persisted, trying to convince Michael. "Please, take it. It's the least I can do. You can use it to pursue your dreams or help out someone in need."

Michael felt his resolve weaken as the amount on the check became visible, $500000. It was an enormous sum, one that could change his life drastically.

But he knew deep down that accepting the money would go against his principles. He finally spoke up, his tone firm.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but I can't accept this. I don't want to put a price on someone's life," he said, handing the check back to the old man

The old man looked at Michael, nodding in recognition. "I understand," he said, handing the check back. "But please, let me know if there's anything I can do for you in the future."

Michael smiled, feeling content with his decision. "Thank you, sir. I'm just glad that you're okay now."

As he walked away, Michael felt a sense of pride in his actions. He knew that he had made a difference in someone's life, even in a small way.

But little did he know that his actions had caught the attention of someone powerful. 

Unbeknownst to Michael, the old man's face transformed as soon as he turned away. His disguised countenance faded, revealing the true identity of a powerful figure.

As the man watched Michael walk away, he couldn't believe his eyes. 

 Astonished, he directed his gaze towards the security guard nearby, all too eager for answers.

"Find out everything there is to know about that man," he commanded the guard, an undercurrent of disbelief present in his voice. "I need to know more about him."

Douglas looked at his employer, an air of confusion on his face. "But sir, what about the meeting you have to attend?"

The man shrugged, a playful gleam in his eye. "I think I have some time to spare. After all, I have a young man to investigate."