“You know, I haven’t thought about that. I think I left it at the scene of the accident. I was just so focused on getting Marie here. When the ambulance came, I jumped in and didn’t think about anything else.” Sandra replied.“Okay, but did you see it at all?” Steven asked,“I didn’t. But honestly, that wasn’t at the top of my mind. Why? Do you think there’s something on it that can help us?”“Maybe,” Steven said as he dropped into a chair.“I mean it’s my neighborhood, so I could go look for it. James can come with me if you like?”“There’s no need. I’ll get people on it. I just needed to confirm you hadn’t seen it.”She shook her head sideways and muttered an apology before taking a sip from her Sprite can. Steven cast a longing glance at the bed, but there was no response from his comatose wife. James offered him a watery smile before sitting at the other end of the room. All three took turns napping as they waited for an update on Marie’s condition. In the evening, the doctor appe
“The next time he calls, we’ll be ready to trace it,” James said, as he hovered around Steven. Steven, who suddenly felt exhausted nodded his head and downed the rest of the hot chocolate.“You need to eat something, City Boy,” James said to his friend.“You haven’t eaten either, James. Quit bugging me.” He retorted as he ran his hand over his face.“I’ll see Sarah about fixing something for us to eat. Meanwhile, you should take a nap and then a shower before we head back to the hospital.”“I’m not hungry, but I’ll try to take a nap.” He said as he headed towards the elevator.Steven felt the heaviness in his shoulders with every step. He climbed into his bed and opened his email. He scoured through, searching for the email Mr. Kaito had spoken about but couldn't find it. It was obvious that whoever had sent the email hadn't passed it through his desk. Was this connected to the leaks and his ongoing investigation? Would finding the person in the team who had sent the email to Mr. kait
“Are you okay?”James asked, stroking Sandra's shoulders as she sobbed harder. Steven frowned at them as he watched James try to soothe Sandra. The innocent lady had experienced a scare because of him. Because he had foolishly fallen asleep instead of coming back to the hospital to be with his wife. He was never letting her out of his sight again.“I'm so sorry, Sandra. We need to get someone to look at your bruises.”“I'm fine, really. There are just a few bruises. The important thing is finding out who that man was and making him pay.”“Look, Sandra. This is becoming too dangerous. I can't have you getting caught in the crossfire.”“Don't you dare, Steven King. My best friend is in a freaking coma! If you think I'm going to back down and let this guy win, then you don't know me!”“Sandra, I understand but…”“James, can you let him know I'm not leaving Marie's side ever? This has gotten personal for me too.”James shrugged and Steven let out a terse curse before glancing at his phone.
“I guess you can stay in Marie's room. That way, we are close to her at all times. It's what she'd want anyway.”“Alright, Steven.” She said, walking into Marie's room and shutting the door. Steven got to his room and side-eyed his bed. For now, he was going to treat it like his enemy. Yesterday, he had intended to nap for an hour, but had ended up sleeping till the next morning.He took out a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Every step was getting more difficult as the reality of what was happening dawned on him. If Marie didn't wake up before tomorrow, he’d have to move her to the house comatose.The fact that he was spending a small fortune setting up this arrangement didn't bother him as much as the fact that her condition was out of his hands and he didn't know what to do. He was a fixer and had been one for his entire life. If something wasn't working, he fixed it. But now, he had no idea how to fix it. He walked into the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the
Alden!This isn't a joke,I need this leave!” Steven yelled into the phone. He let out a curse and paced as Alden's angry voice rattled on angrily at the other end of the line.“Absolutely not. You think it's alright to shirk your responsibilities at this time? Do you have any idea how much your prolonged absence will hurt the company at the time?”Was his grandfather kidding? He expected Steven to be worried about his darn company when his wife was in a coma and needed him?“I don't freaking care, Alden! I don't care. My wife is in a coma and that's all that matters to me.”“Don't you dare blame this on Marie, Steven. You're asking for an indefinite leave so you can isolate and lick your wounds like you always do when things get tough but I'm not going to let you run my company into the ground!”“Alden!”“Three weeks leave and that's it.”“Maybe I'll quit then. Walk away from it all. I mean I've been thinking about it for a long time.”“Great. Let the scumbags who put your wife in the
“She looks beautiful, doesn't she? Despite the fact that she's bedecked in a hospital gown and her hair hasn't seen a brush for ages.” Sandra mused. It had been five weeks since Marie had been moved from the hospital to the house and though Dr. Terrence and his team were watching her closely, there had been no improvements.“She does.” He managed to say, offering Sandra a weak smile. She smiled warmly at him and squeezed his elbow. The past month had been torturous on so many levels, and Sandra had been there through it all. It was like the flirty, tactless woman had disappeared and left in her stead this loyal, warm and friendly woman. She had even offered to cook the other day when he couldn't sleep and had crashed into the kitchen at midnight. Not that he had taken her up on the offer. A burnt house was the last thing he wanted while Marie was still stuck in a coma. He missed Marie at work as much as he missed her at home. His calendar had gone from organized and efficient to chaot
“Shoot. Are you okay? Oh my, you're bleeding.” Steven said as he glanced down at Sandra's bloody fingers.“You should hurry and go to the station. I'm such a clumsy fool sometimes. Don't let me delay you.”“Are you sure? At least let one of the nurses take a look at that before it turns nasty please, I insist.”“The most important thing is for you to go to that station and find out the asshole that did this to my friend. I wish I could come and punch his face to the pulp.”“You should probably get that checked out first. I’ll tell one of the nurses to check on you, on my way out, okay?”“You're too kind, Steven King. Now go go.” She said, urging him towards the direction of the door. He bounded down the stairs in nervous anticipation. Had they actually caught Agent Smith or anyone who could lead to him? Were the puzzle pieces finally coming together?He backed out of the driveway with the speed of someone possessed with madness. He called James who answered on the second ring.“So, I’
“You should kiss her.” The confident voice on the other end of the phone said.“I'm not sure a coma works in the exact same way Aurora's s did, buddy.”“Well, have you tried?” Rick asked in that long suffering voice Steven had missed so much.He had not in fact done more than kiss her temple since the day she had been brought home. How long since he had kissed those warm lips of hers whose taste sent him into sweet oblivion?“I haven't.”“Good. Try it.” Rick said“Will do and let you know how it pans out.” Steven said, smiling. Silence filled the air for some seconds before Rick spoke again.“Uncle Steve?” Rick“Yes, little buddy.”“I hope Mrs. King wakes up soon.”“Me too, buddy. Me too.” Steven said as he let out a long sigh. How long since he had seen his wife's emerald eyes or heard her melodious voice spreading through the house like a midsummer’s dream? Rick had a few other words to say before promising to call soon and hanging up. Steven stifled a yawn as he rolled into the gar
“What?” Steven asked in a voice so phony that everyone turned to stare at him.“Is that blood, uncle Steve? It is. There's blood on your shirt.”“Shhhhh, buddy. Don't make a big deal about it. I cut myself.”“You did? Cool! Let me see.” Rick exclaimed, as though he was being given front row tickets to a fun show.“Richard! Get back to class!”“But granny…”“Now!” Amelia boomed as a disgruntled Rick turned in his heel and headed towards the stairs, waving to Steven as he went.“You may want to get that cleaned up before leaving.” Alden said to him as he wheeled himself into his room.“Hand it to me.” Amelia said.“Oh? I didn't actually cut myself.”“I know. I’m not stupid. Alden keeps sneaking off in his wheelchair and I've seen some funny looking characters hanging around. I don't want to know what all this is about but I hope you're both not being stupid. And he's finally getting the exercise ”“Ah.” Steven replied as he took off his shirt and handed it to Amelia. He walked with Stev
Maybe it was the fact that the guy was a psychopath who had put his wife in a coma or the fact that he had such a punchable face but Steven didn't stop until Smith stopped laughing and started to cough.“Oh, I could go on for hours. I'm only just getting started.”“Kill me, please. I’d love to see how you get the answers you want.” Smith saidSteven snarled as he shook his knuckles.“Oh, make no mistake, Smith. You are going to die. You're going to pay for what you did to Cadence. I’ll make sure about that even if it's the last thing I do.”“I keep telling your stupid old man. I didn't kill Cadence Steele.”“The same way you didn't run my wife over?”“Exactly. I mean I know about it, make no mistake. But I neither authorized nor did it.”“You know what Smith, you're full of crap and I'm tired of doing this with you, so start talking. There's no use stalling too because you're not getting out of this till I'm satisfied.”“Look, I know you think I'm the one you’re looking for but I'm no
“What do you mean?”“I mean I've never seen you so affected by anything, Alden. Not even when your own son got into an accident.”Alden’s eyes hardened as he grunted.“That wasn't an accident. It was a stupid decision made by someone who should have known better.”Steven fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course Alden would say that about his father. Alden had never cut him any slack.“Right, but you're deflecting the question. Why do you act like she means so much to you? What's this about?”“The only person that can give you the answers you want us is your wife, Steven.”What did that mean? Was there something about Alden and Marie he didn't know?“I don't understand what you mean, Alden.”“Are you ready to leave now?” Alden asked, pushing his chair backwards as he averted his eyes from Steven. Steven sighed and walked ahead of his grandfather. It was funny that Alden would rather die than let Steven touch his wheelchair while he allowed Amelia to help him all the time. He also kn
“Where are you?”“Hello to you too, Alden.” Steven said as he honked at the driver in front of him. Did people drive with their brains turned off these days?“I'm at your house and Dr. Terence tells me you’re not here.” The accusation in his tone spoke volumes but Steven chose to ignore it.“If you’d let me know you were coming over, perhaps I may have been ready to receive you.” Steven answered in a cool tone.“When you asked for this leave, you did say it was so you could remain at your wife's side, not gallivant around town.”“What do you want, Alden?”“No, listen to me young man. You're the one who’ll get down here fast if you want to hear what I have to say.” He answered before hanging up the phone. Steven exhaled as he massaged his temple. The last thing he wanted was Alden sticking his nose into how he was caring for Marie. Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the house and headed to the room where Marie was. Alden was in conversation with Dr. Terrence and didn't notice at firs
Dr. Terrence met him outside Marie's room and was about to say something but Steven held up his hand to forestall any comment.“I need everyone to leave for a few moments.”“Okay, Mr.King but if I may…”“Now, please.” Steven repeated as frazzled nurses began filing out of the room. He wasn't sure if he could stomach any more bad news so whatever Dr. Terrence had to say would have to wait.Dr. Terrence nodded and exited the room. Steven looked down at Marie and smiled at her. Even in a coma, her beauty took his breath away.He let out a long sigh and sat beside her bed before taking her hand in his.“You know, for the past few weeks, Marie. I’ve been mad at myself. Thinking about where I went wrong and how I could have failed you so much.”He squeezed her hand and checked to see if there was any reaction on her face. Her eyes remained blank and unfocused as they had been.“I’ve been mad at myself for letting you go through so much pain. For the fact that you're stuck somewhere between
Steven's mind whirled with thoughts as he heard the sound of Zed Norton's car backing out of his driveway.He ran a hand through his hair as he thought about what had transpired between Sandra and him. How on earth was he going to explain this to Marie when she came out of the coma? He could just imagine the look on his face.“You know when you were stuck in a coma fighting for your life? Yeah well, I slept with your best friend. And I don't even remember doing it.”He let out another curse and Sarah tossed him a concerned glance. He let out a sigh and plunked into the chair.“Any special orders for lunch, Sir? The chef wants to know…” She askedThe thought of having any food right now made him want to puke. Whenever he closed his eyes, all he could see was Cadence lying in a pool of her own blood.“I'm not hungry, Sarah. I’ll head out and probably eat something.”“Okay, Sir. Do I make any provisions for Ms.Rakes?”“No, Ms. Rakes wouldn't be returning anymore.” Steven replied as she
“What are you doing?” Steven whispered as he jerked away from Sandra. His head was reeling from pain. Had she really kissed him?“Sorry. I don't know what happened…You looked so sad and I wasn't thinking.” She said as she abruptly got on her feet and cleared her plate. She grabbed the glass and was about to take the bottle of wine with her when Steven dragged it from her.“You can't drink the whole bottle, Steven.” She said in a quiet voice.“Get out.” He said, in a voice harsher than he intended. She glared at him for some seconds before wilting and walking out of the room.He took a swig of the bottle and sighed. Did she deserve such hostility from him for a mistake? She had only been trying to help him after all. It seemed all he was capable of these days was messing up on a grand scale. His actions kept hurting the people he called friends and family even when he didn't intend for them too. Tomorrow, he'd apologize for being bitchy to her. For now, he had only one thing on his min
“Thank you for calling me. I’ll drive him home. The last couple of weeks have been very hard with his wife being in a coma, you know.”Steven could hear Sandra talking to someone. He tried to remember calling her. Had he done that himself or had Tony called her? What time was it? She was looking at him now with something akin to disappointment on her face. Well, he didn't bloody care.“Come on, let's get you home.” She said, as she tried to help him to his feet. Steven chuckled as the both fell back on the leather seat. What was she thinking? That her tiny body could support his weight?“Is something funny, Steven King? You should be ashamed of yourself. You’re drunk. No one's been able to reach you all afternoon. James and Joanna left after breakfast and have been trying to get across to you. Your cell was switched off. And then I get a call that you're wasted in a bar!”“Arghhh. Stop talking in my face.” He mumbled. Her voice was beginning to give him a headache. He wasn't that drun
After Steven got off the call with the 911 operator, he thought about what to do next. He couldn't go home to Marie in this state, knowing that her suffering was caused by him. Nor was he in the mood to face either James or Joanna. He couldn't go to Alden's as that meant endless lectures he wasn't ready for. He knew the only thing likely to get him through the next couple of hours. He turned off his cell phone and drove off. Thirty minutes later, he parked outside Ziggler’s. The tiny, nondescript bar was exactly as he remembered it. He hesitated for a minute before heading in. He had promised James that he wasn't ever coming back here and for over ten years he had kept that promise. But there was no turning back now. A woman was dead because of him, another was in a coma fighting for her life. He needed this, if only for a few minutes. He opened the door, alighted and walked in before he could lose courage. Inside the tiny bar was exactly as he remembered it. How long since he had sat