Chapter 13

Freya's POV 

I opened my eyes slowly and I saw myself  laid in the hospital bed, I took in my surroundings. The hospital suite room was a private, spacious area with a comfortable atmosphere. The walls were painted a soothing light gray color, and the floors were made of polished, dark hardwood.

To my left, a large window let in plenty of natural light, which helped to brighten up the room. The window was dressed with sheer white curtains that filtered the sunlight and added a touch of warmth to the space.

Across from me, a flat-screen TV hung on the wall, providing entertainment and distraction from the hospital's sterile environment. Below the TV, a small, sleek cabinet held a few books, magazines, and a vase with fresh flowers.

To my right, a comfortable-looking armchair and a small, round side table were positioned, creating a cozy reading nook. The chair was upholstered in a soft, muted fabric, and the side table held a lamp, a box of tissues, and a pitcher of water.

Behind me, a door led to a private bathroom, which I appreciated, given my current situation. The bathroom was equipped with all the necessary amenities, including a shower, a toilet, and a sink.

The hospital bed I lay in was surprisingly comfortable, with crisp, white linens and a few pillows to support my back and neck. The bed was surrounded by a railing, which made me feel safe and secure.

Overall, the hospital suite room was a pleasant, welcoming space that made me feel more at ease during my recovery but the crazy thing was I could barely remember how and why I was there.

I remembered quarreling between Brandon and Brian and then suddenly I'm here.

I was in a hospital gown, surrounded by sterile white walls and the beeping of machines and most of all I was alone. Where was everyone?

I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head, making me wince. I fell back onto the pillow, trying to remember what had happened. 

Just as I was starting to piece together the events of the previous day, the door to my room swung open. Brandon walked in, followed by my mother and Lucy an old friend who has been overseas for work. They all looked worried and relieved to see me awake.

"Freya, oh thank goodness you're awake," my mother rushed over to my side, grasping my hand in hers.

"How are you feeling?" Brandon asked, his eyes scanning my face.

I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse. "What...what happened?" I managed to croak out.

Lucy stepped forward, a look of concern etched on her face. "You fainted, Freya. Brandon caught you and brought you to the hospital, he called your mom on your way here, luckily I was just catching up with her when the call came." she said in a pout as she went ahead and gave me a hug.

"I can't believe our first meeting since I came back is you in a hospital gown." she teased 

I nodded with a soft chuckle, trying to process everything. But there were still so many questions swirling in my head. What had happened to Bryan? how the hell did they get rid of him?

Brandon seemed to sense my confusion. "Don't worry, Freya. You're safe now. We'll tell you everything that happened, but for now, just rest and focus on getting better."

I nodded, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of Brandon's hand on mine and the sound of my loved one’s voices lure me back into a peaceful sleep.

After a couple hours of a good sleep, I woke up to Lucy beside me. She looked so relieved to see me awake. We hadn't seen each other in months, not since she left for her overseas trip. I had missed her terribly, and it was wonderful to have her back.

"Freya, oh my god, I'm so glad I'm back," Lucy exclaimed, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. "I was so worried about you when I heard what happened." she pulled me into another hug.

I hugged her back, feeling a lump form in my throat. It was good to have my best friend back, and I knew I could always count on her to be there for me.

We pulled back, and Lucy examined my face, her eyes scanning for any signs of injury. "How are you feeling? What happened with Bryan? I was just beginning to get the gist when Brandon called." she asked, her voice filled with concern.

I took a deep breath, trying to summarize everything that had happened. "It's been a crazy few weeks," I started. "To cut the long story very short, Bryan got married to Rachelle and I did the crazy thing by having sex with his uncle and then I got pregnant, got married the same day and here I am, apparently Brandon is not the asshole Bryan described to me, he is so much more. And Bryan can not accept the fact that I have moved on from him and his entire drama."

Lucy's eyes widened in shock. "Wow, that's a lot. But you got married!" she squealed.

I nodded, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks. "I know it's fast, but I just feel like it's right, you know?"

Lucy grinned, her eyes shining with excitement. "I'm so happy for you, Freya. I always knew you two never had anything special. I could smell his poney ass from a mile away. Unlike Bryan, I like Brandon."

We spent the next hour catching up, filling each other in on everything we had missed. Lucy told me about her travels, and I shared more about my experiences with Bryan and my whirlwind romance with Brandon.

As we chatted, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. It was good to have my best friend back, and I knew that with Lucy by my side, I suddenly felt alive, at least I had her beside me.