I wanted to know the depth of situation about Marc's condition so I followed them.
As we entered the corridor leading to the doctor's chambers we met a man who was wearing a well-cut suit and he walked towards us and smiled as he held out his hand “ Mrs. Garcia, I'm very happy to meet you.”
"The pleasure is all mine doctor but please address me as Carmen and not Mrs. Garcia,” I said sharply looking at Cathy.“This is Doctor Terence the specialist, who has been called in to take over Marc's case.” Cathy explained.
I looked at him and said.” You are a psychiatrist?”“Among others,” He said cheerfully as he looked at me curiously. “ And why shouldn’t I call you that?”
“We had separated a while ago but not divorced,” I told him firmly.“But he thinks that you are still married to him.”
“Whatever he thinks doesn’t mattAgainst my better judgment, I stayed back and continued to visit Marc at the hospital. Daily I spent an hour with him reading the newspaper to him seated by his bed, holding his hand, watching the mocking light come and go in his dark eyes when he looked at me. He teased me gently as he had done in those first months of our marriage showing me tenderness, which I remembered with grief now. It was as if the moment we had spent together was embedded in his consciousness and he wanted nothing but be with me but what an irony soon everything will be over. Once he gets better I will tell Cathy to book my tickets as I was missing Tio. But was strange I thought walking out of the hospital one evening because his moods in the weeks before we went to Seychelles had been dark and brooding and one would have imagined that he would have gone back to the feelings he had then but he seemed to be the man she had first married a passionate and gentle lover. I was happy to be beside him taking care o
My heart hammered against my chest, as I watched him, hating and loving it as well.” My dark eyes were wide with frantic emotions. He looked up and I hurriedly drop my lashes over my eyes afraid of letting him see what effect he had on me. “We should go to Seychelles sometime later.” I said huskily. “when you are absolutely fine Marc.” He gave me a long look from his dark eyes and said.” I will recover much faster if I go somewhere and have you for myself.” I blushed and said pulling away from him. “ I have to go.” And ran to the door and his eyes followed me, narrowing the dark eyes with anger. “Come back, Carmen !” He said sharply but I ran out pretending not to hear my body trembling. I went to see Cathy straight from the hospital. Mathias was waiting for me outside and drove me towards the Garcia house which belonged to Cathy. I had spent a lot of time there, after our marriage. And I must say it's awkward coming
Was Marc pretending? I asked myself after returning to our apartment or was he merely blocking out certain memories because he preferred not to remember them? It was impossible, I admitted reluctantly that he was hoping that he could Wipeout the past. He might believe that if he could get me to see him often enough, I would gradually forget what had happened. And it was coming through just like he wanted. Wasn't I getting a little soft-hearted towards him. I thought admitting it myself. I must remind myself of the anger that I had for Marc and it shot up like Mercury inside me. If he was pretending he was a lying swine, I thought furiously.I told myself the tenth time that day that I will not go and visit him I would stay away from him from now on and tell Cathy that the game was over. But in the end, I went ridiculing myself for my weakness arguing with myself every inch of the way to the hospital. Even as I stood outside his room I hesitated. I was several hours late from the tim
I went to his mother’s house at last and Cathy came and sat beside me holding my hand, listening quietly while I tried to explain my complex emotions. Gently Cathy said, “You make it all too complicated Carmen. There is only one question for you to answer for yourself. “Do you want to go with him or not?” I groaned and said. “You know very well I do Cathy.” I saw the satisfaction in his eyes, but I could not even feel angry with her as I was to disturbed and troubled with my own emotions. I had no time to worry about other people. Cathy had not made any secret of her desire to get us back together again. She hesitated a moment and I could feel she wanted to tell me something but was hesitating, so I urged her. “ Cathy please tell me what is bothering you?” “Carmen before he had the accident he wanted to see you again,” Cathy went out hurriedly. “I knew that. He had you permanently on his mind from the beginning as there were hundred little pointers, pointing to the fact but he wa
The next day I was on my way with Marc in the car and the nurse who accompanied us was a woman of fifty, her comfortable body seated in her blue uniform her shoes were very formal but she was very stern with Marc. And I was very pleased with Cathy's arrangement as I had never expected her to act immediately. Marc looked at me as the nurse was put into another car which followed us along. “ I have to thank you for my new nurse, I gather, or was mom making that up?” I lifted my chin in defense not letting him see how pleased I was and said. “I don't know what you're talking about.” I lied, and he gave me a quick glittering smile. “No !” He exclaimed.I gazed looking out of the window and his hand covered my own but I did not say anything to him and stared continuously out of the window. But when his hand held mine a shiver ran through my whole body. For a few breathtaking minutes we just sat like that but my body was responding in quite a different manner. His touch was enough to bri
The next day when I woke up it was quite warm, so I decided to wear a sleeveless top and shorts and after getting dressed I went to see Marc. I was a little worried about him.I was informed by the nurse that she had given him a sedative and I should not disturb him the whole day and let him sleep so that he can regain his strength faster. I did not say anything but I really wanted to see him once, I controlled myself and walked away.As I walked down I discovered the house was large but the design made it easy to find my way out and I was soon standing once again in the Hall. I hesitated a moment, wondering whether to try one of the closed wooden doors leading out of the room or whether to go into the garden. I opened the door of the small room on my right and opened it and someone emerged.I looked at her closely and saw that she had become slim and leaner than I had seen her a long time back, she was wearing very fashionable clothes but her face was pure and
After Mathias left I was so relaxed that I wanted to go and lie down as I too overwhelmed but Ria was still there with me so I couldn't ignore her. Ria looked at me with concern and asked. “So, while you're here who is taking care of Tio.” “Well my aunt is there, so I've left him in her care, but Don goes there every day to check him out.” I felt something tickle inside me as I could see Ria was genuinely concerned about my son. “Don?” Ria looked at me with a confused expression. “I am so sorry”, I said looking at Ria’s confused face, I added after a moment's pause.” I don't know how much your mother has told you , but Don is the man I am going to get married to. That is why I've asked Marc for a divorce. Tio is staying with my aunt. While I am here in Piemonte, Don has promised to take care of him while I'm away. They see each other quite often so Tio is comfortable with him.” “ I see”, Ria said quietly. “Mom had
On the fourth morning, Marc was well enough he had recovered and was commanding his nurse to let him go out. His nurse insisted that he could not get up. She would have kept him in the bed for a few days longer if she could but he was very demanding and authoritative and spoke in a very authoritarian manner that she could not ignore.His eyes were dark and furious as he said. “I am getting up !” I was outside the door as I heard his voice and turned to listen with a half-smile on my face. That was Marc I remembered I have not heard that note in his voice since the accident. I knocked at his door and the nurse came to admit me in looking highly disturbed. “He doesn't listen Mrs. Garcia.” she whispered crossly as though Marc was a naughty child who needed a good tight slap, which I thought he did and I would love to give him one.Marc was sitting up against his fellows his arms folded across his silk pajamas, his eyes glittering. “Why are you both whisper