Christabel's POVAfter she told me her daughter was dead, the old woman and I had some talking to do. She was the only surviving member of her family so far. Her husband, Charles, died years ago from a heart attack after learning of their daughter's death.It wasn't hard to notice how much they cared for their daughter. I could tell by the way Clara's eyes would soften at the mention of her.Clara's family was wealthy, and so was her husband but they didn't have any heirs.Before they could have Belle, they spent years trying, so when they had her, they pampered her like crazy.It was just so sad she died. I didn't bother to ask how she died, and Clara didn't tell me. I didn't want to open closed wounds. Clara held up the doll in her hands. "I made this for her when she was five, but she never got to play with it."Intrigued, I asked, "Why?" "That spoiled brat didn't want something that hurt me." Clara laughed, "I sewed it with my own hands and got my fingers prickled, so she didn't
~Beep.~Beep.In a different ward, a pale-faced Christabel, with her eyes tightly closed lay on the bed with a serene expression on her face. A drip was connected to her, and a heart rate machine was hooked up.The ward was empty, devoid of life, but just outside the room were family members who gathered a doctor, with worry etched on their faces.They continued probing the poor man, and if it weren't for his experience, the doctor would have broken down.Christabel's POVMy eyes were heavy.My head was fuzzy.I tried moving my arm, but I couldn't.~Beep.~Beep.It was that annoying sound again. Could someone help me shut it off?Why was I here?What's going on?"An…dre," I croaked, my voice scratchy, it hurt.My head was beginning to throb, and behind my eyes, tears gathered but I couldn't peel them open."An… Andre~"I called my husband's name, expecting him to show like he always does, but I was met with nothing. Where was he? Why isn't he coming to hold me like always? Lifting
Adam's POVWalking out of Christabel's ward, I strolled to the waiting room, hands in pockets.The smell of disinfectant and bleach attacked my nose like a b*tch in heat.Nurses pushed carts, and doctors passed as I sat, feeling an unimaginable urge to smoke, every time I saw their hurrying backs.The right side of the hall was my son's ward, the trim next to it was my brother's, while opposite was Christabel's.Reviewing a call this afternoon from a panicken strike John, telling me my brother was stabbed and rushed to the hospital made my insides almost in a knot.Thankfully, Fred was beside me at that time.I looked like a mess, no doubt about it, but I couldn't do sh*t to care. Telling Christabel about Andre was a mistake on my part. I wanted to keep it from her, but my wife wouldn't let it happen. The company was still a mess. I had managed to get one or two things done before coming back to the hospital, but I don't think it would hold.Files were stolen from the companies befor
Christabel's POVWatching Katherine and Melody fret in front of me while trying to attend to my needs was both touching and hilarious. I had woken up a few hours ago, and by now it was close to dinner time, and I was starving.Passing out earlier was embarrassing, and as much as I didn't want to talk about it, I was thankful no one was speaking about it. "What would you like to eat Belle?" Katherine asked, picking up the landline beside the couch.Like I said earlier, this private hospital was like a hotel, so it came with the perks of the patients or their families being able to order anything they wanted.And their food was to die for! It was like they hired one of the best chefs in the country to come work as a nutritionist here."Anything," I replied from where I sat.Katherine answered, "Okay," before saying whatever she wanted to the phone. Melody was trying to distract me with the tab she was holding. She was showing me a funny skit on the net, so I could take my mind off
Christabel's POVStanding in front of my husband's ward, I was dressed in a new cloth. Adam and Katherine had proposed I saw Andre without him knowing I was admitted.I agreed, because I don't want Andre worrying about it too."Are you ready?" Melody urged with a smirk beside me. "Why are you hesitating? You wanted to see your husband, didn't you?"An urge came up, and I felt like wiping that nasty smirk off her face. Seeing Andre had been my wish since I heard of what happened,but I was getting cold feet.What if it's worse than they let on? And Andre was deeply injured?Adam and Katherine were behind me, waiting patiently while I panicked. I still felt guilty for what I said to Katherine earlier in the ward about her not understanding.But still, I felt I was right. She wouldn't understand me because it wasn't her husband who hurt and denied access to seeing him.Clenching the door knob, I bit my lips in anticipation as the door slowly creaked as I pushed it, my heart racing."Her
Andre's POVMy eyes were heavy, and everything was groggy.These were the first thoughts that came into my very blank head at the moment.*Beep…'Ugh, where am I?'An obnoxious sound continuously rang in my ears, bringing my heart racing.'What happened?'Trying to move my eyes felt like heavy work, and my head was drowsy.*Beep…The noise came, attacking my aching head. Snippets of memories evaded my mind, and it had me groaning.'Was I dead?'I couldn't be dead! No!Not when Christabel was still here. How could I leave her, breaking my promise?Struggling, a faint but very bright light penetrated the little gap between my eyes.I squinted, trying to avoid these blindingly strong lights.Slowly my head turned to the side, shaking my hands in the process. I jerked, sending the infusion needle into my vein deeper, and I let out a grimace in pain.*Beep… beep…The heart monitor machine whined as it followed the rhythm of my heart, warning me as I continued to move.Finally, I got a gl
Christabel's POVSitting in the ward, while trying to slice the apple in my hand, the sounds of Adam and Andre's discussion wafted through my ears.After we had spent some time together, I figured it was time to let them in. Katherine and Melody sat quietly, listening to the two brothers talking. I cut into their conversation, "How is Mark by the way?" The apple slices were ready, and I shoved it to Andre, sitting beside him.Adam replied, stretching his hand to snatch a slice of apple from Andre's bowl. "He's doing okay." A scowl formed the way to Andre's lips, "Get yours." He said, dragging the bowl to his chest. Andre stuck out his tongue, "Christabel didn't say it was yours either."Andre jabbed, looking at his brother in disgust. "She didn't need to say it." From the corner of my eyes, I saw Katherine and Melody giggling at their antics.Sometimes, I feel like these two were a pair of cat and dog. They often bullied each other, like children, disregarding their ages.Their e
Christabel's POV"Do I look like I am joking to any of you?" Andre's chill voice was carried through the silent ward, as we waited for his response.But this response was not what we wanted. I could tell from the looks on Adam's and Katherine's faces that they had the same look as mine."Andre, don't you see what's being said on the television? How can you say you plan to do nothing?" I pulled Andre's gown, shaking him a little.I tried my best not to pull hard, due to his stab wound. It was late at night, and we were yet to sleep like in the hospital.In between our talk, the occasional screams of a patient or doctor shouting for a file or tool, along with the stretcher being rolled to the theater could be heard.This was why I hated the hospital. You would think it was a place to get well, but you would be surprised at the number of deaths being recorded here daily.Andre pulled my small palms off his gown gently, his straight face to his brother, "None of you have dealt with Bobby