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
Alan's POVThere were so many things I absolutely adored about Rachel. More than anything, I respected her for the person that she was. Her drive, her compassion and her dedication to her job are the few things that have impressed me tremendously. If I were to say, I could go on and on about her for hours although I haven't even known her for very long.From what I could see, she was complete wife material. Meaning, in general terms, she checked all the boxes in my mother's notebook. She was domestic, driven and immensely caring. She knew exactly how to maintain her career and her personal life, when to prioritise the right thing and how to maintain a balance between all her relationships.She essentially creates harmony around her everywhere she goes. Despite coming from such a messed up family, she astounds me with being the person that she was. I strongly believed that my parents are to be credited for carving me into the person that I am today.I believe that parent's play a very
Rachel's POV“You did what?” His all too familiar voice greeted my ears.I grimaced upon detecting the tone of his voice. This was precisely what I was worried about.“I’ve actually had lunch with her.” I winced further while uttering the words for I knew all too well how they were going to mess with his head.“Are you kidding me?” His voice was borderline angry. Hearing him, I slowly began to grow worried for myself. Shit, what have I done?I lauded my decision to have walked away from Emilia’s hearing range before I called him from the balcony in her flat because I didn’t know what I’d do if they had heard his shriek from the phone. It would have been very awkward and difficult to maintain my composure in our course of conversation.“Alan, please don’t be angry with me,” I muttered, feebly. “I didn’t have a choice.”I heard him sigh from the other end, and after a few seconds pause, he replied, “I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to use that tone. And I’m not angry with you.” After a
Rachel's POVAfter much contemplation, I decided that it was better if I waited until he restored his senses before I talked to him. Both of us were definitely incapable of handling the situation in an amicable manner so that seemed like the most logical step. Shaking my head off the thoughts, both figuratively and literally, I walked back inside to join Emilia and Mark.“What’s for Dinner?” I announced my presence as I walked into the room, where Emilia and Mark were preoccupied with something on Mark’s phone.“That’s what we’re trying to decide for the past twenty minutes,” Mark mumbled and frowned at the screen of his phone.Rolling my eyes, I said, “That is so typical of you both. What can you not decide on now? Whether to try Indian or Mexican?”“Or Chinese,” Emilia added. So I was right. “What would you pick?”“I think it’s expected of me to say Indian, since, you know, I am almost Indian in blood.” I uttered and reclined backwards on the sofa beside Emilia and grabbed hold of a
Alan's POVAfter getting off the call, I’d be a fool to even think of falling asleep.Groaning in frustration, I chugged off my clothes and walked into the shower to get some help with that. While I struggled to put a name or reason to my annoyance, the cold water easily slipped down my back.Reeling a deep breath in, I tried to focus all my attention on what was running through my body and less on my mind. That was a technique I had managed to master whenever I felt clueless. I was someone who proclaimed to have an idea about everything, but that, like many things in my life, had evidently changed in the past few weeks.Since I knew that my thoughts were in a very toxic place right now and that if I pondered on them, I would just end up thinking about the wrong things, and thereby react in a reckless manner, I thought it fit to temporarily seek a distraction.Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her. Generally, the idea of her staying on my mind all day long was appeasing