It was a Monday morning like I'd never had.
As much as working with a top hospital had its perks, there are downsides as well. One of which is me being bloody numb and unable to feel my fingers.
I've had a morning filled with the flipping of papers and looking into different scans while attending to outpatients. Now that it's lunch, I'm too lazy to go to the cafeteria to go eat, even though my stomach is rumbling in opposition to my lethargy. I do not mind it though.
I still make my way to the bunk room, which is closer than the cafeteria, and throw myself on one of the beds, after taking off my coat. I'm thankful the lower part is not occupied.
In fact, the entire room is empty and I suppose everyone else is having lunch or maybe they are engaged. The room smells faintly of an uneven mix of antiseptics and detergents. Perhaps, the cleaners were here not long ago.
I pull out my p
Kathy is a psycho. I wonder how she manages her craze and is a popular figure. For someone that's usually in a lot of people's faces, she is rather too crazy. And yeah, she is my girlfriend, to whom I'll be engaged, come Friday. I step out of my Porsche cayenne hurriedly and make my way through the entrance. Ignoring everyone's greeting and responses to my arrival, which are mostly shock and fear, and make my way to the elevator. The wait in the elevator makes me jittery and I'm thankful that I do not have to share it with anyone. When it got to the 13th floor, where the cafeteria is, I stepped out as the iron doors open up before me. There's the cafeteria and a store on this floor if I'm correct. I make my way into the Cafe, still ignoring people's looks. I'm trying to be calm but Kathy wants to be the end of me. As much as I fight it, she might just succeed if I do not make it on time to the cafeteria. Of all places, she chose the eating section of the hospital, where all
It took a lot more than the usual men at the white prison to hold me back this time. About ten to fifteen or thereabouts but I handled it fine and I made my way into the room my mother was kept in. Unfortunately, I only got to hold her stiff thin hands for a while, as I watched her sleep. The nurse that stood at the door quickly bailed once she saw me, probably running to go call for help against the hunk of a man advancing towards her.I must have scared her away but it was good. Gave me enough space to be with my mom.The heartbeat monitor showed that she was stable and finally, the bits of my heart that were scattered were pieced back together by hope.Sadly, I soon had to go."Boss, there's no time. We have to go." Walter had said, coming into the room. I had left him outside battling the security men while I made my way inside, dealing with obstructions on my path myself. "If they are reinforced, we'll not be able to do a thing. Let's go. She will be fine." He added.And so, afte
Of all people, Joan is not the one I want to be intervening in my case.To think I was trying to not run into her. Now, I'm caught up in this mess and she's here.My panic and rush were all for nothing."What are you doing here? This is absolutely none of your business so just go away." I murmur to the side, where she stood. She has no right to come to my aid. This is my matter and I can handle it myself.But the annoying woman remains standing, her gaze anywhere but mine. I can see amusement in her eyes as if she knows that I was trying to avoid her when I got myself into this mess. Just before I say another word, Brian, the first colleague I related with as soon as I got here this morning, came to stand next to us."I'm sorry Mr. Halloway" he began with a bow of his head. "She's new and she's my junior. I should have thought her well."Brian took a na
Morning crawled upon me silently.All night, I was in the theater and only made my way out only at one am.A young man was brought to the hospital in an ambulance. He was a victim of a drunk driver's reckless driving and he had to go into surgery immediately because he had his gut opened and his blood was staining the floors of the emergency room.I was scared. Claire informed me that there was no doctor around that could attend to him right away."What do you mean? Surely there must be a surgeon on call." I yelled when I came into the room."There is none. We believe he has an internal organ ruptured and if we don't wheel him inside right now, we might lose him."The man was groaning out loud in pain and James, one of the attending doctors was already cutting his clothes in half with a pair of scissors. Somehow, I wondered how his consciousness hadn't
He came for me.There's a gut feeling within me. It is him. It's Leo.Each of the officers by my side looks at me. They have suspicion written all over their face with every distance this biker accelerating towards us covers.With a shrug, I shook my head at their glare, to tell them that I do not know anything about what was happening.They do not believe me. Because they are pinning me against the back seat in the next second and asking, "who is that guy? Where is the fucking paper?"I wasn't going to believe anything Leo ever said to me.But maybe he's right. Even if I don't want to believe him, maybe he's still right. Because I mean, he's a thief and would know better since he must have encountered and escaped a lot of police officers.On this one though, I have to turn around my resolve and believe him. It's true. T
Light seeped through the space in the tent. Slowly, she batted her eyes open and the rays of light caused her to close them back. Deborah rolled over to her size and soon, she was jerking up to the sound of iron against iron. She took her environment in and saw that she was in a foreign place. Like a gazebo, the roof of the room she was in was covered with palm fronds. Like a tent, the room enclosed her and shielded her away from the outside. It was not heaven. There were no beautiful creatures with wings neither was she in a pit of fire. The first fact she established was that she was not dead. That was the only thing she figured out. But she could not take away the distinct sound hitting her ears from outside. Her head felt heavy and light at the same time and she could not picture everything her eyes saw properly. But she was surprised. Memories hit her left right and center. Her hands made their way to her neck as she remembered Leo's firm grip around it. How was she not dead
His expression tightened up. "I told you I'm not looking for the paper.""I'm not thirteen, Leo. You are. You should at least be truthful to me. I've had my life under threat because of you.""That's why I've been coming to your rescue. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.""Oh hell yeah, you didn't," Debby replied, scoffing. "How long have you held me hostage?""You fell unconscious the minute your head touched the water. You've been asleep for two days.""What?" She exclaimed, to which he nodded, confirming what he said earlier. "What the fuck? I've been here for days? Aren't the police looking for me?""They are." He said, putting a bit of fish in his mouth and chewing it gently. Debby's stomach rumbled again. She was slightly reminded of the hunger she felt on the day she has whisked away from the hospital. "They are going to need some more days
"Just something." He raised a shoulder again."My father's paper. That's what you're looking for. If you aren't, then why did you stay around me, watch me, and know the kinds of panties I wear?"Sebastian laughed again. "What? The kinda panties you wear?" He said, laughing. "I never said that.""Yeah, I just figured that since you know everything about me, you might as well know the type of soap and panties I use."The man laughed some more, his voice filling her ears and bringing ease to her heart. It was there again, the stupid feeling of ease, instead of panic."More than the paper, I need something else from you," Sebastian said, his voice taking a serious note."So we agree now that you were true, looking for the paper," Debby said, triumph lacing her tone. "Whose life depends on it?"He turned to her as if surprised that she r