Matilda Garcia is married to one of the most established lawyers and land owners in Trinidad, and she cannot be more happier. Until, an object from her past suddenly appears in her life which leads to solve the mystery of her dead daughter, and circ...
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“A panic attack? What could have possibly triggered that?” the muffled voice of Adachi said, causing me to snap out of the deep sleep I was in. I sat upright and yawned dramatically, stretching my arms out in the air. I noticed that I wasn't wearing the ventilator. Perhaps they had removed it while I was sleeping. I was alone again. How shocking, I know. I crawled over to the door for the second time for today, and pressed my head against it, listening intently to the conversation that was apparently happening on the other side.
“Probably, because I spoke to her about Henry,” another voice, Mackenzie’s replied, “I knew I shouldn't have told her that he came here.”
There was an awkward pause, then Adachi spoke again, “Speaking of her husband, do you think we’re in trouble?”
“What do you mean?” questioned Mackenzie.
“I mean he's a pretty powerful man, and he seemed a bit angry when he left. What, if he sues the hospital?” Adachi elaborated.
I let out a snort at her words. Come on Adachi, that was ridiculous. He couldn't just sue this hospital just like that, no matter how powerful he was.
Mackenzie seemed to share the same sentiment as myself for she snorted as well.
“On what grounds? For doing our jobs by taking care of his wife? For not letting him visit her outside of visiting hours? I know he has influence, but he needs a legitimate reason to sue us,” Mackenzie retorted, and I couldn't agree more with her.
There was another pause, one that indicated that Adachi was thinking.
Mackenzie sighed deeply and said, “Come on, lunch break's in a few minutes.”
I heard their footsteps drift away from my door. I inhaled deeply as I thought about the fact that I had two more days left before I would be discharged. The truth to be told was that I wanted to leave now. I was absolutely bored here, with the days blending in a monotone mishmash of sleeping, eating, my doctors checking on me, and having various antibiotics and other pain medication shoved into my body via the IV drip.
I was lonely as well, with my only source for company being the doctors that attended to me, and the beeping machines beside me. Ariel and Bernard made some time to visit me, bringing snacks and homemade food in order to provide some form of comfort to me.
Two more days finally passed, and now I stood at the edge of my bed, with Ariel helping me to pack up my belongings. Mackenzie signalled for me to hold out my hand, and when I did, she ripped the IV out of my wrist. She then wrapped my already bandaged wrist with another bandage.
“Um, Tilly, you put ya phone in the bag?” Ariel asked.
I shook my head, “No, Ari. Remember that I left it back at the mansion. That's why you couldn't call me.” She facepalmed and shook her head at her forgetfulness.
