007: Questions and Answers

Alexander's POV

The last seven days were undoubtedly the longest and most boring seven days of my entire life. Sure, I had company whenever Heather was around, but the moment she was gone it felt like a graveyard here. There was nothing to do but lie down and stare at the ceilings all day long. And when I wasn't staring at the ceiling, I was glaring at the setting sun on my wheelchair, wondering when I'd be able to stand and watch it like I used to before.

However, today was the day I was to be discharged. And after completing my check up, and the necessary documents, I was wheeled towards the awaiting car outside by Heather who had come extra early today.

She was a cheerful and hardworking lady, and although we barely knew anything about each other at the moment, I had a feeling that things would change the moment I got back home.

It felt good to feel the bright morning sun on my skin once again, but above all it felt good to be going home. The happiness was evident, the smile on my face made that ridiculously obvious even though I wanted to keep it contained until the day I take my first steps.

My wish was soon granted the moment I caught sight of the man standing just in front of the convoy waiting for my arrival. It was my father, Logan Forger, and he was the last person I had wanted to lay eyes on at the moment.

I had called him the minute I learnt that I could walk again, but he had quickly dismissed me, claiming that he had important things to attend to, but he did wish me well. His tone had been flat, and I couldn't have been more disappointed in my father than I had been at that moment. To top it all off, he never visited throughout the times I was in the hospital, not once. I tried calling him several times, but he wouldn't answer.

But now, here he stood with a fake smile, trying to pretend as though nothing had happened.

I did my best to ignore him, but Heather, not aware of the situation, wheeled me straight to him.

"Alex..." Logan called out slowly, the fake smile growing broader as he stared down at legs, examining the casts and everything. "...the doctors did a pretty good job." He acknowledged, and I felt the rage inside of me skyrocket. Once again, he was ignoring the most obvious factor, me!

I was an adult, and understood that I didn't need to care for my father's words this much. But as one who had grown up with his father's attention, I had grown up to be a sucker for his love, always wanting him to acknowledge and care for me anytime he could. It was a nasty habit I had developed all thanks to him, and it had been difficult to lose since he wouldn't let me leave the family home to a different place.

"I think they did." I answered coldly before turning towards Heather. "Take me to the car, I don't have anything to say to Logan Forger."

Heather only seemed to understand that there was some tension between us, and hesitantly she wheeled me away. I didn't blame her, unlike me she probably couldn't tell that my father's smile was fake, she wasn't used to him yet, but I was certain she would be familiar with it soon enough.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you didn't want to speak with him—"

"There's no need for an apology, it's not your fault." I interjected sharply, mustering up a little smile just to keep her from blaming herself for everything.

She wheeled me towards the door of the second car, and with the help of some escorts, they lifted my body into the backseat. Heather settled beside me, and without waiting for the other drivers to get ready, I instructed mine to move!

It was a quiet drive home, and aside from Heather, everything else felt horrible. My mind had been on a rampage throughout the ride, and I couldn't wait to get home to let them all out. I had questions, questions that needed answers.

The car came to a slow halt in front of the door, and as always, the escorts rushed to help me onto my wheelchair. I used to be embarrassed of being helped, but things felt different now. Very soon I would be able to walk on my own again, and realizing that their aid would now be temporary instead rather than permanent changed my reaction to their assistance a lot more than I had imagined.

Heather wheeled me inside, and offered to make me tea but I refused her. This wasn't the time to have tea, there were things that I needed to handle, and only then would I be able to sit still and relax with a cup of tea.

With a steady resolve, I wheeled myself to my father's room and sat there waiting for him. I could definitely confront him about this matter in public, but unlike him, I was considerate enough to consider his feelings and emotions.

Logan came walking into his room ten minutes later, and at the sight of me he rolled his eyes tiredly before letting out a sigh of exhaustion. "Have you come to whine like a little kid once again? I told you didn't I? I couldn't come because I was busy—"

"I don't care about any of that, I couldn't care less if you got hit by an ambulance."

Brandishing a report of the operation that had been performed on me, I tossed it at father's face for him to read. It was against the hospital rules, but I had pulled some strings for Dr Harrington to prepare it. I had been curious to know what was so impossible for the other doctors. I wanted to know why they had all concluded that I would never walk, so I had Dr Harrington prepare a detailed analysis of my condition as well as the procedures to restore my legs.

According to Dr Harrington, it was something that any trained orthopedist could easily perform. So why couldn't the best doctors in the world do so? I needed answers, and the only person that could quench my rampaging curiosity was none other than Logan Forger.