When I get to Keila's room, I find about three nurses already fluttering around inside. they've got my view obstructed so I can't see Keila. But I hear her
whimpering. "Whats going on?", I ask and one of the nurses turns to me "Oh good, you're here", she says, stepping out of my view of Keila who immediately notices me and stretches her hands towards me. "Mommy, I missed you", she whines and I see that her cheeks are tear streaked, her eyes are wet with tears and her monitors are going haywire. "Hey baby", I say, hugging her. She clamps her arms around me with a strength no five year old should be able to muster. "Where were you? You weren't here when I woke" "Yeah, I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry". I hug her tightly, scared of letting go. I cry with her, guilt and shame taking turns to overturn my heart. I can't believe I left her. "You were sleeping so soundly honey, I didn't wanna wake you" "Maybe say goodbye next time? Or at least warn her of your absence. She's been upset since she woke and it’s affecting her, she's not responding properly to her medication", Jade, one of the nurses says and I'm swarmed with more guilt. "I'm sorry. I just, I had an appointment" She nods at me and I turn back to my daughter. "I'm sorry baby, I wont leave you again" "Promise?", she asks "Promise", I assure her, still hugging her as one of the nurses rushes around the bed to sedate Keila. In a few seconds, she's knocked out. Jade ushers me out of the room and I follow. She stops at a corner. "The doctor would be here to see you soon", she says and I nod. "Listen, I know how hard it is for you right now, being a single mother and all. And I know you have to find a job too so if there's anyway I can help out-" I cut her off with a hand on her arm. Jade has become my friend over the years, she's been a constant nurse at Keila's side and she's earned my respect. "I am so grateful for all you've done so far. I can't ask anymore from you." "I was just doing my job", she says "You and I both know that it's not a job to you. You love these kids and that's why I trust you around Keila. The only thing I ask is that you take care of Keila. I might not be around all the time, I have to do some job hunting but I would be happy if I know that Keila is with someone I trust and someone she's comfortable with" She takes my hand in hers. "Consider it done. I'll be more than happy to. You can always count on me" I smile at her, thankful that Keila has her as a nurse. I hear a male voice and Jade and I both turn towards the source. The woman down the hall that lost her child is talking with a tall man that looks strangely like the one I bumped into on my way to Keila's room. "That's Emily", Jade starts. "Poor woman lost her son to a severe kidney inflammation this morning. Kid's been battling various autoimmune disorders for years now' "Just like Keila", I add. "Yeah, just like her...and yet vastly different" "Who's he?", lask, referring to the tall man talking to Emily. "Oh, that's her cousin. Prickly man. He's given us all hell since the beginning, he's even worse today" "You can't blame him, he lost his nephew". I might not have lost a child before, but the thought of it alone makes me really sick. I don't know what I'll do if 1 ever lose Keila, she's everything I live for. "Yeah, we can't blame any of them, and that's why we live with it. We're nurses", she says, turning to leave. "I gotta go. Try not to leave without saying goodbye to Keila next time", she calls out and I smile. The smile fades off the moment I turn back towards Emily and her cousin. He glances at me, giving me the best stink eye he's got before turning back to Emily. I take slow steps towards them, planning to offer my condolences. The moment I stop in front of them, Emily offers me a weak sad smile. She seems nice. Meanwhile, her prickly cousin goes on with the stink eye. He seems rude. "Hi", I say, referring to Emily and mostly ignoring her cousin. "Hi", Emily returns. "Uh, I'm Audrey" "I'm Emily, and this is Luther" "Nice to meet you", I say and she nods in response. I'm rooted to the floor for the next few seconds as we're all enveloped in awkward silence. "I saw. This morning, when I was leaving-", I finally find my voice. "Oh, yeah, you're the one that called the nurse? I didn't get the chance to say thank you" I'm almost moved to tears by her kindness. She thought of thanking me for simply calling the nurse when I didn't even actually help. "I tried to help, I'm sorry it didn't really change anything" "Obviously", her obnoxious cousin murmurs from beside me. Emily looks at him in warning before turning back to me. "Still, your help got him medical attention, even if it was too late" "About that, I want to offer my condolences. I can't claim to understand your pain at the moment but I can imagine what it feels like to lose a child" "At the end of the day, your imagination doesn't even come close", her cousin mutters again. "Luther, please", Emily begs tiredly. "I'm sorry, do you have a problem with me?", I ask. "No, but I have a problem with what you're insinuating. You really think your petty imaginations could come any close to the actual pain?" "No. that's not-" "Have you ever lost a child?" "That doesn't-" "Have you ever lost a child?", he asks again, cutting me off. "No, I haven't but...Wait, I this because I bumped into you earlier? If it is then I'm sorry" He scoffs. "She thinks the world revolves around her", he says under his breath as he walks away from us. Suddenly, I feel stupid. I feel like I went about everything the wrong way. "I'm sorry about that. He's extra prickly today", Emily says, pulling me from my self depreciating thoughts. "Maybe I shouldn't have come. I'm sorry if I upset you" "No, it's okay. Thank you for coming at all, and for this morning too. Your help means a lot, even if you doubt it" I want to say more to her but I keep my thoughts to myself, in fear of ruining things even further. "Again, I'm sorry", I say, turning back to Keila's room.Yesterday was a lesson and I don't plan to make the mistake of leaving the hospital again today without saying bye to Keila. Sure, it makes me stay till after dawn so I don't have to wake her from sleep. It definitely eats into my free time today but I don't plan to waste any chance I have to be with my daughter."Hey mommy", she greets the moment she wakes from her sleep. I was worried she'd sleep in till noon since she was stressed out yesterday."Hey sweetie. How do you feel?""Kinda tired, but better since you're here", she says, giving me the cheesiest smile ever."You little cornball", I tease, tickling her as much as is considered safe. That earns me some of her adorable giggles."Keila?" "Yeah?""Mommy has to go out today. Been waiting for you to wake up so I can say bye. I didn't want to leave like yesterday""Oh, okay", she agrees, even as her expression gets gloomy."I love you okay? Promise me you wont give the nurses a hard time""Okay, 'll try not to", she says, a mischi
I'm tempted to run in the opposite direction if it wouldn't be so obvious. Emily stops right In front of me."Hey", she greets and I nod in response."Hi. What are you doing here?". Her cousins walks away just as I finish my question.Emily sighs, smiling apologetically. I smile back, hating that she always has to apologize on his behalf when he's the obnoxious prick he's always been."I had to sort out a few things here. How are you?""Great. How have you been you know, coping?""I mean, how else do you cope when you lose a person?", she asks with a sad smile."I'm sorry", I reply shamefully."It's fine. I'm done with my business here. Do you want to go for a walk? You look like you need it" I nod, because she's right, I do need it.For the next hour, Emily and I walk around the hospital premises. Not too far, so l can still get to Keila in time. We talk about her, her son before he died and her life after she lost him. She tells me how it's been difficult accepting that his death wa
Emily walks past Luther and comes to stand in front of me. I on the other hand can't take my eyes away from Luther and his persistent glare."Hi", she says. "Welcome"I finally pull away from Luther's gaze to face her."What is he doing here?", I ask, aiming for a whisper, but end up talking loud enough for Luther's ears."About that. I forgot to mention that he's the one you'd be working for""What?", Luther and I exclaim at the same time."You can't be fucking serious. Her?", Luther queries, looking disgusted."What is that supposed to mean?", l ask, affronted. I don't want to work for him either but he's looking at me like a stain beneath his shoe."Emily, this isn't what you told me", he says to Emily, pointedly ignoring me and my question."No, what I told you was that I had someone that would be great for the job you wanted. Here she is""No", he says simply, walking away without a second glance. I immediately turn to Emily."Em-", I start but she cuts me off."Listen, I'm sorry
Yesterday, after getting the job with Luther, I had a long talk with Louis and Katie. I needed all the help I can get with taking care of Keila. My job contract states that I'm going to be a live-in caretaker, which means I have even less time with my daughter.I have only little leisure, grocery shopping every Tuesday, and then time off on weekends, I plan to utilize my weekends properly. Keila would be staying at the hospital for care and supervision for the next few months. Katie and Louis would visit her alternatively. It is a great way to allow them both time for other things, and also because Katie hates Louis guts.I already explained to Keila that I have to work to earn money for her stay at the hospital and that she would be seeing me a little less. She didn't like it, but she understood. She knows we've always been short on money and knows how much I have to work to take care of both of us. I hated making her sad but it was necessary.I start work today, and I hope to talk t
Luther doesn’t look impressed. He runs his grey eyes over my form for a few seconds, not saying anything. The look in his eyes convey his disgust. He’s never liked me, even made his dislike for me obvious. Before now, he honestly had no reason for that but right now, I hate that I gave him a reason to actually dislike me. I hate that I’m proving his point and feeding his stupid ego.I expect him to scold me, or even fire me at the spot. Surprisingly, all he does is to grumble out a firm “you’re late”, then he walks away, not giving me any more attention.I hurry towards him, his strides are long so it takes me a few seconds to catch up and then when I do, it’s hard to keep up with his steps. He must notice my struggle because he stops walking and turns to face me.“What are you doing?”, he asks, seemingly unhappy about my skittering around him.“I, uh, nothing”He runs that uncomfortable gaze over me again, making me self conscious, then he turns around to face me completely.“Listen,
Keila looks frailer, but at the same time, she looks happy to see me, and that’s enough.“Hey mommy, aunt Katie got me a lollipop and new toys”, she reports happily. I frown. Unlike other kids, Keila has strict restrictions on her diet so no matter how much she craves the snacks, sweets and outdoor games other kids play, it’s imperative that she’s only permitted to them once in a blue moon.I’m happy she got to have a lollipop after so long, but I’m also angry at Katie for giving it to her. Sure, she was being thoughtful and only wanted to make my daughter happy, but I’m still really worried.“What did you say to her?”, I ask, instilling manners even at the height of worry. She smiles, her little teeth on display.“I said, Thankyou aunt Katie, I hope you break the rules for me again next time”. Her response is accompanied by a cheeky smile and a mischievous twinkle in her eye. I laugh, unable to scold her and just generally happy that she still maintains this side of her.“Okay, okay,
The next day, I’m looking through Luther’s diet and restriction list in awe. There are so many things he’s not required to eat and then there are more foreign foods here than normal. I wonder if he has allergies.I get to work immediately, not willing to piss him off so early in the morning. The dish is fairly easy to prepare, the recipe simple. The only difficulty is working with strange ingredients but I somehow figure it out. Thankfully, I get it done nicely and finish up in time. Salad already showed me where Luther eats. In the mornings, he stays in the dining room for breakfast and sometimes if Emily is around, they have breakfast together. During lunch, he takes his food in his office. Dinner is mostly in his office too, with a few times that he chooses to eat in the dining if he finishes work early.When I get to the dining room, I see Luther already seated and reading a newspaper.That’s very ancient of him.I set the food down in front of him with a subtle smile. Luther take
I haven’t seen Luther since breakfast. He’s been in his office since. I video called Keila immediately I left his office earlier. She looked very happy to see my new room and kept asking me when she can visit, I couldn’t break her little heart by telling her they don’t know I have a daughter and so I can’t bring her over, so instead, I told her she can come when she gets better enough to be discharged. She agreed. Hopefully, by then I would have earned enough for her surgery and would be out of here. I wasn’t going to tell her that though, the goal was to protect her precious heart from breaking.We talked for a while before I let her go so she can take a nap. I took my own nap too almost immediately we ended the call.When I woke up, I went to continue about my duties. I’m required to do Luther’s laundry and also clean his room. He’s anal about the positions of items in his room and how regularly it should be cleaned so I’m expected to make his expectations.He’s still working so thi
The driver stops at a hotel that stands so tall and intimidating. I don’t get time to admire it because the driver immediately steps out to open Luther’s door. I get out too, walking quickly behind Luther in an attempt to match his pace. It’s difficult, considering that he’s very tall with long strides while I’m below average.By the time we make it into the elevator, I’m almost sweating from the exertion. I need to get my workout in if I plan to continue working for Luther. I have no stamina.While we wait in the elevator for our floor, I study the file Luther’s assistant sent. It’s information on the client we’re meeting and it keeps me occupied enough that I don’t register that it’s just me and Luther in this elevator. My roles are not many but significant enough that one fuck up could ruin this for Luther, whatever this is. I can almost feel her displeasure over having me handle this. She’s a perfectionist too and hates that she’s letting a rookie take such an important job. She e
Unfortunately, life has it that no matter how much you hate a person for his behavior towards you, if you work under him, then you’re going to have to put up with it.I never wanted to be anyone’s underdog. I always hated employees who didn’t have a spine and always lay down and took it from their employees. Now, I want to apologize to them for judging, I understand better.Luther is dressed in a different getup than I prepared for him and unwillingly, I have to admit that it looks less “funeral-ly” than what I initially put together for him. He doesn’t say anything to me as he walks past me in the hallway.I’d gotten dressed a while ago and stood waiting outside his door, not planning to provoke him any further but he walked past me like I wasn’t even present.I sigh, following quickly behind him. There’s a car waiting outside the mansion. A man with dark unimpressive features stands waiting by the already open back door. Luther gets in and with a bow, he closes it behind him. I stan
I squirm, uncomfortable under Luther’s angry gaze.“What do you mean?”, I ask. He doesn’t answer my question.“Your incompetence is beginning to grate on me, Richards”, he says, gritting his teeth. I blink, confused.“You instructed me to get your clothes ready-““For an appointment, not a funeral!”, he cuts in, glaring at the clothes arranged on his bed.I finally take note of the fact that every piece of clothing I picked out is black, save for his shirt.“I didn’t realize-““Of course, you didn’t”, he cuts in again.“And”, he continues, picking up the suit jacket. “I dress in the closet. That’s what it’s for”, he says as he disappears into the closet, leaving me standing confused in the middle of the room.I hate how much he affects me. I hate how much his disappointment discourages me. Every time I do something, he ends up disapproving it which doesn’t help my state in any way.It comes to my mind that I have a daughter in the hospital who needs my help. I need this job and I’ll b
Luther still thinks I had surgery. I hoped for a few more days with Keila even if I knew I had to go back to work on Monday. Surprisingly, Luther sent me a text, telling me that I could take the next few days off to recover. Again, the guilt of lying to him burdened me but I refused to dwell on it, choosing instead to celebrate the small win by staying by my daughter's side and pandering to her every wish.By Monday, I was allowed to feed her, and by Wednesday, I could now touch her, with my full costume of anti-infection of course. Keila still laughs at my blue coveralls every time, she says it looks ridiculous but I’m happy it makes her happy. Katie doesn’t have clearance to visit as freely as I do yet and I hope she gets it soon because I will be needed at work again and Keila needs someone by her side.I talked to the doctor and he told me he’d make arrangements so a nurse would be there by day with her and then I can come in the evenings after work. I agree, settling for it. It’s
I’m in the hallway, sitting on a bench directly in front of Keila’s surgery unit. She’s been in there for seven hours now. I’m worried, I want to let myself scream and bawl, but I hold it in, assuring myself that surgeries are usually long and can be even longer. Katie and Emily have been by my side since after they wheeled Keila away. Katie hated that she didn’t meet up to see them take her away but she’d seen her in the morning before she had to pick up some things. I’m grateful for her company, she’s a silent support by my side as we both wait for news. And then there’s Emily. I know this is far from easy for her, considering that she lost her son not too long ago. She’s a strong woman, and she doesn’t know how much her strength encourages me.Katie hasn’t asked why Louis isn’t here, and honestly, I don’t want to know. He sent me a text, telling me he had to take an urgent trip and apologizing for how he couldn’t be here at the moment. He told me to kiss Keila for him. Kiss her! Li
“Sir”, I scream, running to his side. His face is wrapped in pain and his grunts are mottled. I try to shake him awake, confused and worried. The anxiety waving through me is not even letting me think straight.“Luther”, I try again, touching a light hand to his face. He grasps my wrist, squeezing it tightly as his expression turns even more pained. I can’t tell if he’s having a nightmare or if he’s having a seizure. I’m about to call out for help when he gasps in a pained breath, jerking awake. His eyes are disoriented for a moment as they glance around before settling on me.I see the confusion and then realization passes through his eyes. He lets go of my hand.“What are you doing here?”, he asks. His voice is croaky from all the pained grunting.“I heard you...from my room. I was worried”He ignores me as he tries to sit up. He still seems a little out of it so I help him up myself. He doesn’t throw me away like I expected and lets me help. We get him to sit on the bed.“Do you n
I take Luther’s breakfast to his office and watch as he takes the first bite.“You approve?”, I ask immediately he swallows.“Yes”, he says. “I obviously have to, I basically made it”Asshole. I don’t comment though, I need to be on his good side to ask for what I want. “So, uh, I wanted to ask you about something”“What is that?”, he grumbles out as he keeps eating. Not really bothering to look at me. “I was wondering if I could be paid in advance?”That pauses him in his eating and he looks up at me, pensive.“May I ask why?”“I need to pay off some bills”“The bills can wait”“They really can’t”, I say and he ignores me.I sigh. “It’s an emergency”“What do you need the money for?”“Like I said, bills”“Not good enough”, he says gruffly, going back to his food.I try to come up with a way to convince him without letting it slip that I have a daughter stashed in the hospital somewhere.“I might need to get an urgent hysterectomy and I need the money for the procedure”He freezes for
“Less salt”, Luther instructs from behind me.“It’s less than a pinch already”, I complain.“Reduce it”. He’s not budging so I obey and reduce it as he instructed.It’s been a week since the last breakfast I made him and we’re currently in the kitchen and I’m preparing his breakfast after I took the first meal to him and he told me to toss it away, then dragged me here to supervise me as I make a new plate. The past twenty minutes has been hell with him breathing down my neck and criticizing my every move.“The pot is too hot”“Reduce the fire”“Wrong spatula”“Not enough butter”These are a few of the many things he’s corrected. Some were honestly unnecessary and simply petty if you ask me, but yes, let’s indulge the embodiment of pettiness that is Luther Chapman.We’re on the sauce now and I’m quite surprised that we managed to get here. I somehow expected that we’d be here till night with him micromanaging my actions.I pick up the pepper and I’m about to sprinkle some in when his
I haven’t seen Luther since breakfast. He’s been in his office since. I video called Keila immediately I left his office earlier. She looked very happy to see my new room and kept asking me when she can visit, I couldn’t break her little heart by telling her they don’t know I have a daughter and so I can’t bring her over, so instead, I told her she can come when she gets better enough to be discharged. She agreed. Hopefully, by then I would have earned enough for her surgery and would be out of here. I wasn’t going to tell her that though, the goal was to protect her precious heart from breaking.We talked for a while before I let her go so she can take a nap. I took my own nap too almost immediately we ended the call.When I woke up, I went to continue about my duties. I’m required to do Luther’s laundry and also clean his room. He’s anal about the positions of items in his room and how regularly it should be cleaned so I’m expected to make his expectations.He’s still working so thi