Camelia stared at Taylor in confusion. One look at her face and Taylor could tell she couldn’t understand what she was saying.“You don't understand me, right?” She asked.Camelia nodded, putting her hands akimbo as she waited for clarification. What did Taylor mean by Hillary’s accident?Taylor took a deep breath in and a deep look at Camelia. “I heard Hillary had a concussion in the hospital.” She disclosed and heard a gasp from Camelia.Camelia's hands flew to her mouth and she paced down around the office in shock. “But… but how is that possible?” She questioned. “Did she fall? Where is she now?”“I don’t know where she is but she should be in the operating room.” She stayed silent for a while before she continued. “I don’t think that is what you should be worried about.” Taylor stated calmly.This put Camelia on hold. She was back to herself quickly despite how bad she felt for Hillary. Yes, she wanted her revenge back, but she could help the ‘Doctor spirit’ in her.“Cammy,” Tayl
Camelia strolled into the office given to her and threw herself on the couch. She sighed, looking around the humid office- “this is nice,” she said to herself.She couldn’t care less about all the rumors and whispers swirling around her concerning Hillary’s accident. The morning air in the hospital carried a hushed intensity, with staff exchanging glances and murmurs whenever she passed. But she unbothered, whether it was about Hillary or her past, she didn't care. All she had in mind was to prove her professionalism. She took a deep breath and stood, moving to her desk.“Wow!” she scoffed at the pile of files stacked on the desk. It was going to be hectic, she knew that and the person responsible for it. Francis. Was he trying to dump the workload on her? She was unfazed. She slowly cleared and arranged the files into a neat stack on the shelf, removing the coat on her.He was testing her, pushing her limits. But if he thought she’d break, he was mistaken.The knock on her door in
“That’s impossible, not in my surgery. Get another person!” Camelia walked by just at the moment and heard him speak. She stopped abruptly and stood right in front. Nichole held his breath, “This was going to be messy.”“What’s wrong?” She asked with a worried gaze.“Nothing, we were just…” Nichole tried to say but he was interrupted by Francis.“You can do the scrubbing.” He said simply and walked out on them, “Get another person, Eva.”She stared at him with her mouth slightly agape, she scoffed lightly before Nichole came to her rescue. “I'd talk to him, he doesn't mean it.” He begged and ran after Francis.Camelia was dumbfounded, she couldn’t believe he would do that to her especially since a patient was involved. The last thing she expected him to do was put a patient’s life on the line.“You are not taking this away from me, Nichole.” With that, she ran after them, her blue gown fitted to her petite figure.She ran after them but they already walked into a conference room, loc
The sun glinted faintly off the polished glass doors of St. Joseph Hospital as Camelia stood outside, her fingers trembling slightly around the strap of her handbag. The building hadn’t changed in four years, it stood the same with its bland white facade, the same revolving door that let out nurses, patients, and visitors.A small smile appeared on her lips, times never changed. But for her, everything had changed the night she had been wheeled through those doors.She took a breath slowly, letting the breath flow through her entire body.The scene replayed in her mind for the umpteenth time through her way to the hospital.And that man. The person who she so much wanted to know who he was, his identity and why he had saved her.She was grateful, of course, just inquisitive.She hadn’t seen his face clearly, just a blur shadow as she was wheeled into this hospital.She had tried to do her research on him but nothing.No one had ever been able to tell her who he was. Not the paramedic
The room was dim, lit only by the dying glow of sunset slanting through the blinds. The place was expensively furnished and spoke of the luxury of the owner. But it wasn’t Gary’s.He sat on the edge of the leather couch, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared straight ahead, his gaze distant. Across him, a man leaned back in the armchair, holding a glass of beer in his hand as he downed it.The room was silent, except for the continuous ticking of the wall clock.“She’s getting close,” Gary said at last, his voice tight, thoughtful. “She went to St. Joseph's today.”The man didn’t respond at first. He reached slowly for the cookies on the glass table beside him. “And you knew she would eventually,” he said, taking a sip. “You just didn’t want it to be now.”Gary exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. “It was always a possibility. But I didn’t expect her to go digging again. Not after all these years.”“She has every right to,” the man said. “Someone pulled her out of death’s gr
The once vibrant environment faded into the silence, leaving only the tension thick between them. The dim chandelier above the dining table flickered slightly as if echoing the tremble in Camelia’s chest. ‘Was this really happening right now? This was his first.’Her eyes were wide, hurt glistening beneath the surface, and her lips parted like she wanted to say something, but Gary beat her to it.His voice had been sharp; too sharp. And now, the shock was evident in her eyes, in the way her shoulders hunched and her fingers fidgeted with the edge of the tablecloth.She moved her gaze away from him lest the tears streamed down her face. It felt surreal.Gary’s face softened swiftly, guilt seeping into every part of his expression as he realised his mistake. He looked down for a second, his voice quiet when he finally spoke. “Camelia... I’m sorry.”She didn't look at him. The silence bit harder than her words ever could.“I didn't mean to yell. I just…” he sighed, running his hand thro
late afternoon sun bounced off the hospital’s glass panels, casting sharp reflections into the city streets. From the backseat of a dark-tinted car parked across the road, Cornelius watched in silence, his eyes fixed on the building’s entrance.And then she appeared.Camelia!She stepped out slowly, her movements hesitant, almost dazed. Clutched tightly against her chest was a folder, white, clinical and heavy with answers. Her expression flickered between excitement and shock, like someone who had stumbled into the truth but hadn’t yet made sense of it. Her brows were drawn with her lips parted; her eyes darted about like she had seen something she ought not to.Cornelius leaned forward, his fingers tightening slightly on the steering wheel. Even after all this time, she captivated him. The way her hair caught the sunlight, the way she moved with quiet urgency, it hadn’t changed. He studied her, soaking in every detail.She didn't notice him. The car windows were dark, near-impenet
Camelia stirred awake to the faint buzz of her phone on the nightstand. She gently turned from her sleep, still tangled in the sheets, she reached over, blinking at the harsh light of the screen when her heart dropped.‘Renowned Neurosurgeon Dr. Richard Found Dead in His Office’She sat up instantly, staring at the headline in disbelief. Her breath caught in her throat. “No... that’s impossible. I just saw him yesterday.” She scrolled through the article.The article was brief, only stating that he was discovered early this morning by a nurse. No cause of death had been released yet.Her fingers trembled as she continued scrolling, rereading the short article. It all felt surreal. Dr. Richard had been alive and well just the day before, he was calm, professional and even kind… well she had to lie though before he handed her the name she so desperately needed. That piece of paper, folded carefully and hidden in a safe place that now felt like it weighed a hundred pounds.A wave of
“Be like who?” Hillary’s blood went hot. “Camelia? You must be kidding, right?” She scoffed, rising from her to the window side.Francis looked speechless, he knew he had crossed a wildfire."I cannot believe you just said that," Hillary spat, her voice low but sharp enough to cut glass. Her eyes glinted, not with tears, but with fury, a wildfire barely contained.Francis opened his mouth to explain, “I… I didn’t…” He stuttered but she raised her hand, silencing him. "Don’t. Don’t you dare try to explain." She turned to face him, leaning her back on the wall. "Comparing me to Camelia? Of all people, Francis. After everything. How dare you?"His face flushed, a mixture of regret and stubborn pride, but he remained silent."You know what? If you miss her so much," Hillary hissed, her voice trembling now, "maybe you should call her. Or better yet, go back to that life you clearly haven’t let go of."“Go on, she is just a door away. You can do that.” She directed towards the door.“I did
“This is Camelia's daughter,” Francis whispered to himself. The resemblance was so glaring that he figured it out immediately. “How is she so big?” He murmured, his eyes now running down the girl from head to toe. She almost seemed to be the same age as his son, Joe. His mind started to spiral at the moment; Was Camelia pregnant at the point of the divorce or did she cheat on him by getting pregnant for another?He moved closer to Angel and raised his hand to remove the hair on her face. Just as his hand touched her, the door opened and Camelia appeared at the door.“What are you doing to my daughter? Get your filthy hand off her!” She stormed towards them and pushed him aside.“I… I mistakenly entered this room.” Francis cleared his throat and tried to explain.“I see, you may leave now.” Camelia had now appeared beside her daughter, she paid no attention to him and focused on moving Angel to a more comfortable position.“Why are you still here?” She turned back to see him still st
“Mummy!” Angel's voice rang out, pure and high as she ran towards Camelia with her short and steady legs. “Angel? Why are you here?” Camelia asked quietly and her heart skipped. As she ran towards her, Camelia noticed she was out of the dress she had worn and rather had a sweater on. ‘What could have happened?’ She was extremely worried. Camelia knelt instinctively, her arms wide. Angel launched herself forward, and the two met with a force that nearly knocked Camelia back."Oh, baby," Camelia breathed into her daughter’s hair, her voice trembling. She clung to her, tears threatening to fall despite the smile on her lips. All her worry melted in that moment as they embraced each other. She never knew she needed a hug until that moment and she tried to take all her daughter's fragrance in.Camelia and Angel continued embracing themselves while Gary approached at a steady pace, his presence calm but a little overbearing but Camelia didn’t notice it.“Thank you,” she mouthed as she l
“That was my exact reaction when I saw it.” Camelia replied, sipping water from the cup.“And you are sure that it was addressed to Richard.”“I'm positive.”Gary remained quiet for some minutes, pondering over it. “You know what, let me conduct some research, I will get back to you.”She nodded, “Noted. I also have to conduct my rounds.”“Hmm… we'd meet at home.”“Alright.” Camelia was about to cut the call when his voice came through again.“Camelia…” He began, “I’m sorry about last night.”“I know, you meant well.” She had nothing to hold against him, it was his first time and he meant no harm. To be honest, she could now see from his angle. She hadn’t even begun her investigation properly and she was already involved in a mess.This case had to be approached with caution.“One more thing.” He continued and she grunted. Couldn't he say it all at once.’“Can Angel come over to the hospital today?” He asked with an extremely gentle and cautious tone.“Why? Is there something wrong?”
From her tight corner in the cabinet, Camelia remained absolutely still, her heartbeat thundering against her chest. She watched Philips as he leaned back in his chair with fingers stroking his chin gently together as his sharp eyes scanned the room again. She prayed silently that he won'tbe let to look around his office to the cabinet.Damn, Camelia! You may not be lucky this time.But, he sighed and checked his watch instead.“Damn, it's time for board meeting,” he muttered under his breath and grabbed a slim black folder from the edge of his desk, tucking it under his arm. He gave the room one last suspicious glance before heading out the door.As the sound of his footsteps faded down the hall and the door clicked shut behind him, Camelia remained frozen in place for another thirty seconds. Then she carefully stepped out from the cabinet, massing her arms as they ached from the cramped position.She walked back quietly to the desk, her hand still holding on to the document with
Camelia pushed the door open and quietly walked into the office. The soft click of the latch sounded much louder in the stillness of the office. She shut the door behind her and paused. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and subtle notes of leather-bound books filled the air.As expected from Philips, the office was meticulously arranged, she noticed.“Let's see what you have to hide, Philips.” She said, still looking around.The metal cabinet near the far wall stood tall and cold, each drawer perfectly labeled. The books were lined in the shelves, neatly dusted and sorted alphabetically. The desk was pristine just like an executive’s desk.Camelia continued to stand in the room, her eyes scanning everything. She was searching and analyzing, but feeling momentarily at a loss. Where should she begin? What was she even looking for exactly? A confession? A clue? A name?Her fingers itched with urgency, and the silence seemed to grow heavier around her. She couldn’t stay long here.The d
“I really needed this!” She exclaimed after finishing her cup of coffee on a go.Camelia stood at the rooftop of the hospital, her arms folded tightly across her chest with her fingers clenched to physically hold herself together. She had indeed vowed to never step foot on the rooftop again but given the situation, she needed it. There was nowhere she could go to for now to avoid the piercing gazes of people.The breeze tugged at the edges of her coat, but she barely noticed. It was chilly and soothing at the same time. Her eyes were locked on the buzzing entrance but she stared at it blankly as though she was seeing nothing at all. Her phone rang continuously in her coat pocket but she refused to pick it up. It was either Gary, the policeman or her friend, Taylor. Whichever one it was, she was in the mood to talk.Her mind was somewhere else entirely, scattered among regrets, confusion, and a gnawing sense of failure. She seemed and appeared strong, particularly when Hillary and F
Camelia stirred awake to the faint buzz of her phone on the nightstand. She gently turned from her sleep, still tangled in the sheets, she reached over, blinking at the harsh light of the screen when her heart dropped.‘Renowned Neurosurgeon Dr. Richard Found Dead in His Office’She sat up instantly, staring at the headline in disbelief. Her breath caught in her throat. “No... that’s impossible. I just saw him yesterday.” She scrolled through the article.The article was brief, only stating that he was discovered early this morning by a nurse. No cause of death had been released yet.Her fingers trembled as she continued scrolling, rereading the short article. It all felt surreal. Dr. Richard had been alive and well just the day before, he was calm, professional and even kind… well she had to lie though before he handed her the name she so desperately needed. That piece of paper, folded carefully and hidden in a safe place that now felt like it weighed a hundred pounds.A wave of
late afternoon sun bounced off the hospital’s glass panels, casting sharp reflections into the city streets. From the backseat of a dark-tinted car parked across the road, Cornelius watched in silence, his eyes fixed on the building’s entrance.And then she appeared.Camelia!She stepped out slowly, her movements hesitant, almost dazed. Clutched tightly against her chest was a folder, white, clinical and heavy with answers. Her expression flickered between excitement and shock, like someone who had stumbled into the truth but hadn’t yet made sense of it. Her brows were drawn with her lips parted; her eyes darted about like she had seen something she ought not to.Cornelius leaned forward, his fingers tightening slightly on the steering wheel. Even after all this time, she captivated him. The way her hair caught the sunlight, the way she moved with quiet urgency, it hadn’t changed. He studied her, soaking in every detail.She didn't notice him. The car windows were dark, near-impenet