Alan's POVA month had passed since Douglas was enlightened about Rachel.There was no news from him since then, no update about April’s health. This never happened. In the few years I’ve known Douglas, never did he block me out of his life like this. It surely took me sometime to become a significant part of his life but it was sooner than most others managed. I was his go-to person for everything - he never spared me any news that was of grave significance to him. Which was why I wasn’t at rest knowing how he was not updating me about anything right now.“Do you know if April’s coming to the hospital for follow-ups?” I asked Rachel.She was standing before the dresser in my room, fixing her hair, and her eyes flickered to look at me behind her shoulder as soon as she heard my voice.“They came in for a few in the beginning.” She said, “Their next appointment is not until another three weeks. She was in good health the last time she came, which was about three weeks ago. Or maybe two
Alan's POVIt was almost evening when I received a call from her. In the meanwhile, I ran errands, met up with Bruce for lunch and did our laundry. Rachel never complained but I knew she wasn’t really fond of doing domestic chores. She was often too tired to clean up after herself as her working hours were outrageous.She gets called for work in the middle of the night, even if she was not on call. When I asked her about it, she said she was more than happy to work at such odd hours if the situation demanded her presence.Unlike her, doing daily chores seldom bothered me. I had always been punctual, and I definitely didn’t mind cleaning up after her. And now, seeing how I was mostly home, I didn’t see it as a task anymore. It was merely an excuse to keep myself busy.“Yes?” I asked once I took the call.“I’m not going to be home for another six hours.” She said, panting.“Why are you panting?”“I, uh, I thought there was an emergency but it was a false alarm.” She explained. “Long sto
Alan's POVThe next morning, upon my insistence, Rachel agreed to invite her friends home. But before they came over, I deemed it fit to finally discuss with her what we’ve both forgotten to do last night.We were seated on our bed when I decided to start,“So, about last night..” Upon hearing my voice, Rachel looked up at me for a brief second before eyeing her laptop screen again. “I meant to discuss the Marla issue.”A blank expression took to her face right then and she averted her gaze further away from me. “Right, what about it?”I sighed and demanded her attention, “I’m sorry I haven't talked about this before, I didn’t think.. there’s no excuse for it. But I’m ready to answer any concerns you have.”She shook her head, “You don’t have to apologise. I’d like to hear whatever it is for me to know.”I nodded and continued, “Right. Suppose I start from here then,” I spoke to myself before paying her my full attention, “It was shortly after I became one of Douglas’ men that Marla m
Rachel's POV"You're leaving now?"Ever since he arrived, his revelations had done a lousy job at clarifying my confusion. Right from the moment he declared to me that his sister was in a surgery as we spoke till now, everything he did was in a haste. He barely paused to spare me glance, let alone explain to me about everything in detail.When Alan returned home, although he tried his best to maintain his composure, I knew instantly that he was feeling off. After he had told us that Sasha met with an accident, I was glad that my friends volunteered to leave us alone.I was completely taken aback by the news. Although I didn't know his family that well, Sasha was the only person that genuinely tried and succeeding in making me feel comfortable and welcomed into the family. Knowing that she was hurt only reminded me how I actually liked her more than I had originally believed."Not right now." He said, shooting a sideways glance at my figure. He was packing his clothes as we spoke. "But
Alan's POVSasha was out of surgery by the time I reached the hospital."She's right now in a medically induced coma which is going to give her brain a little time to recover from the imbalance. But she should be awake in a day at the latest." Dr.Johnson, the neurosurgeon who had taken up my sister's case told us. He was also my mom's old friend from college.By the time I had reached the hospital, and as I had expected, my mother was found in a miserable state. Since my father was not around and we had still not been able to contact him, she was visibly terrified.Shortly after I had consoled her, the neurosurgeon walked out of the OR to update us on my sister's condition."Are you saying she survived? That she's going to be okay?" My mother asked in disbelief. Since it was a brain injury, I couldn't blame her for calculating the worst outcomes. I was well aware of the risks of brain surgery, although death is not always an outcome, there is a high risk of memory loss, loss of speech
Rachel's POV"You're late!" Henry fixed me with a glare as I hurried to him.Of course, I was.It was never my style to walk in late to any event or meeting, especially to work. I was always a morning person and generally had no trouble waking up early. In fact, I had trained my biological clock so well that I didn't even need an alarm anymore. Just a simple suggestion during the night was enough to awake me at the stipulated time.But all the mind games I played with myself in order to trick myself into being more productive had gone down the drain right at the instant where my schedule demanded it more.Since the boards were just a few days away, I, along with Emilia and Mark, had been spending most of my time staying up late by necking countless shots of coffee. It was proving to be resourceful only during the nights and the pain of waking up sleep deprived was undeniable.For the past two weeks, Emilia and Mark had been pushing each other, and to a certain point, even me, to work
Rachel's POV"Hey..." I said, and it almost sounded like a sigh. "How are you doing?""I am good." I could help but recognise the tiredness in his voice. He was exhausted. If only this had been a video call. My mistake, I should've thought of that sooner. I wanted to be able to see his face right now so I could try and read his face, and thereby, interpret his thoughts. "How're things up your front?""I'm doing fine. How's Sasha doing?""She had woken up an hour ago, she's doing good too." He said. "She didn't talk, and the doctor has advised us not to bother her too much. She was in a medically induced coma for a while and her surgery well went. No post-op complications that we should be worried of, so yeah, all good."I frowned at his tone. It wasn't very convincing, which piqued my interest further because I hardly ever heard him so low."Are you alright?""Yeah, why wouldn't I be?""Your tone isn't very convincing," I said with a strict tone."Yeah, I'm just exhausted.""I can cal
Alan's POVI could sense how tensed my mother was by stealing just a glance at her side. If her exterior was in such visible stress, I could only imagine what she was going through inside."She'll be fine, Mom," I tried to assure her, but I highly doubted if my tone did the job. When she failed to reply, I realised that it indeed did no good. Defeated, I followed her gaze toward the source of her worry, looking through the glass window instilled to provide privacy to the patient.Inside the room stood three men from the police department along with my sister, who had woken up just hours ago from a small nap. The first time she had woken up after surgery, she sent my mother into a deep pit of agony as she failed to produce any response when questioned about her state.Although the doctors had informed us that it was nothing out of the ordinary and that it generally takes patients who had just undergone brain surgery a lot of time to be able to express all their bodily functions, mainly