She Loved Him and He Died

2. The Green Eyed Boy

Another day of struggle plagues the brown haired mans life. The way Hero sees it, being a successful business man living in a mansion means nothing when your life is withering away fast and you don't even have someone meaningful to spend the rest of your days with.

Hero spends his tormented days with his head buried in piles of work in the depths of his cold, polished home. He wishes for laughter and music with the warmth of a beloved to roam his empty halls instead of the silent housekeepers that cower away when they see their boss or even just hear the clicking of his stiff leather shoes. The idea of holding someone and saying 'I love you' is something that almost brings a smile to his stone face.

Currently it is 10am, Hero has been perched in his large, dark oak wood themed office since the early hours of 5am. He wakes at that early hour, not because he wants to but because there is a dull pain in his body that is slowly growing harsher that wakes him up each morning. A check up is set today at the hospital for his condition. And he also has a new nurse, knowing this after receiving a piece of mail that informed him of it.

Her name, nurse Josephine Langford. Such a pretty name he noted to himself. He has yet to see her photo and is already daydreaming of dozens of nurse-patient fantasies. They immediately stop once he realizes his nurse could possibly be a fifty year old granny with a husband and dozens of grandchildren. Right then his arousal is deceased and he goes back to working hard in hopes to distract his poor mind that was infiltrated by a potential grandma.

An hour later a soft knock sounds on the door, "enter." He gruffly speaks from behind his mat black MacBook that he has been typing away on for the past five and a half hours. His hands have started to cramp up so her is actually quite glad for this interruption.

The door is opened with a minor 'click' and his top maids head pops through the door, "sir, I have come to remind you of you appointment at the hospital today in half an hour." The elder woman informs him quietly.

"Alright, Miriam. Thank you." He tells her and the woman scurries out of the room the moment the is dismissed. His tall stature of six foot two inches, arises from his large deep brown, leather office chair and he gathers things such as his wallet and phone then stuffs them in his pockets before exiting the chilly room. As he takes long strides down the corridors of his house, he notices the shaking figures that are his staff and how their heads are bowed as he passes by. He has never come in actual contact with any of them, yet they all fear him. No harsh words, no harsh actions have ever been directed towards them and yet they still see him as only a decaying monster with more money than he knows what to do with. The only time that a staff member has come within close proximity of him was to give him something such as coffee, food or to remind or inform him of something, and when those times occur he is nothing but polite. Always giving a hoarse 'thank you'.

But in a world like this, when you have money and are alone it's only right to assume them as a horrible being. A monster. Why else would they be all alone with that money, right? The only reasons being that the staff work for someone they are afraid of is the hope of that when he dies they will get some type of money from his will, who are the real monsters now?

Exiting the large mansion, he enters the car that encases the only person who will actually show his true respect instead of fear. His driver, Shane. He is a quiet man just like Hero, but also gives the up most respect and happens to be a ex-military drill Sargent. Shane had to retire at the young age of thirty two due to mental health issues. But that's all Hero knows about Shane's old job, again he is a quite man. Little does everyone know, Shane is the only person listed on the Hero Finnes-Tiffin's Will who will receive money from Hero. He's really the only one in this dark estate that deserves it.

Money also isn't the only thing he will be receiving from Hero, to show his appreciation once he's gone he will make sure that him, his children and even his grandchildren will live comfortably for all of their lives.

"To the hospital today, sir?" Shane asks in a strong voice and a dark eyebrow raised.

"Yes, thank you." He nods to his driver. The next twenty minutes of the drive in spent in silence, the dark aura man in the back checking through emails on his phone and the other focusing on the road. Deep green pine trees pass by in a blur and the car often stops to allow deer to cross the road.

"So, Shane, how's the kids?" The green eyed man asks to start a conversation with the person who is closest to him.

"They are well, the twins started middle school yesterday and my son started his junior year. The girls so far seem to be enjoying their middle school experience." He chuckles a bit.

"That's great, you'll have to bring them around the estate again sometime soon. It's getting boring." Hero tells him with a light voice.

Shane thinks for a moment, "perhaps, though Landon has been busy with his new girlfriend that he has acquired."

"Girlfriend?" Hero asks with a light voice.

"Yeah, of three weeks." Shane sighs.

These are the times that bring a small amount of joy to Hero's withering life. But for him, he wishes it is his own children that he is talking about.

"That's great. Better watch out though, or else you might be a young grandfather." Hero chuckles.

"I hope this is one of the very few times you are wrong Mr. Finnes-Tiffin," is what Shane responds with.

Arriving at the hospital, Hero leisurely exits the car, not in a rush just to be told that his health is even worse. But thinking of the new name from earlier sparks a slight hope in his parched heart. Even if this Josephine is a grandma, he hopes she is a nice one. He stalks towards the front door of the portion of the hospital that specializes in his condition.

He walks up to the counter where a beautiful golden haired woman in baby blue scrubs is looking through a tan folder with her brows furrowed in concentration. When he arrives she looks up noticing someone approaches the desk and her crystal blue eyes grow wide, but not in fear Hero notes to himself with glee. "Hello," his heavily English accented voice greets her.

"Hello," her Australian one greets back softly. The man replays her voice in his head, thinking about how it would sound if she were to be moa- "Appointment?" She squeaks cutting off his indecent thoughts and takes a deep breath.

"Yes, Hero Finnes-Tiffin," he tells her with a light smile as he leans his side onto the counter along with his elbow.

Why am I smiling? He thinks to himself in confusion. He hasn't smiled a inch in years except for in the back of Shane's car for their usual banters and yet here is this innocent looking woman with pink lips and soft looking hair making him smile within the first thirty seconds of meeting each other.

"Oh, your my new patient." She tells him with a smile back.

He almost smiles even bigger, "your nurse Langford?" He asks hopefully, calling her by her last name in respect.

"Yes I am, but I prefer you just call me Josephine, well actually just Jo." She looks back down to the folder with a light blush coating her cheeks. "So, let's get you to the check up room." She turns around and steps out from behind the desk, "follow me."

To the people passing by, the big and scary Hero Finnes-Tiffin must look like a lost puppy following her.

And thank God she isn't a granny.

Note from author❤️:

Second chapterrrrrr. Don't got much to say lol.

You know you love me xoxo,
Zoë