Mysterious Secretary✔

Chapter IX

Scarlett was still sitting, unable to move, holding Michel's hand, who still hadn't regained consciousness.

Night turned to day, she had completely lost track of time. Doctors and nurses came and went, a normal routine in hospitals. Not caring about the movement; she recalled lullabies or old stories or whatever came to mind.

She refused the food offered to her, the coffee and tea. All energy was directed towards the son; Scarlett was going to bring him back...so she needs to remain there, sitting, waiting...

The Doctor. Bradley had been clear: there was a small fracture, but apparently the consequences didn't seem too serious. Vital signs were normal, and he was breathing calmly.

– So why is he still unconscious?

- We don't know much about the brain, there are still great mysteries, Ms. Johansson. I assure you that we are doing our best, and now all we can do is wait.

But for Scarlett the possible wasn't enough. The echoes of the past disturbed the present; why did doctors never tell the complete truth? What were Michel's chances, forty, eighty percent? Perhaps her son would never regain consciousness... As much as it hurt, she needed to know: anything was better than ignorance!

When Romain fell into a coma, everyone comforted her; this time, however, Scarlett would be strong, she had to be strong. She couldn't let Christian see how much she felt.
helpless.

As she didn't want to leave Michel even for a minute, Paul had brought her a suitcase with clothes. She lived, ate, and slept within those four white walls, her voluntary prison.

– Scarlett?

She recognized the voice but didn't turn toward the door.

“Michel is the same,” she whispered, without greeting him.

Chris Evans crossed the room and stood beside her.

The boy was still immobile, sunk into a deep sleep; Scarlett looked like a ghost, pale and red-eyed.

“Scarlett, you've been here for three days now.

– You were very kind to come visit us.

– I didn't just come to visit you. I went to school and brought Christian; Paul came too.

– Oh; you needn't have bothered . . .” She lifted her face and found Chris's figure.

- It's been very difficult for Paul to have to worry about Christian, about Michel... and about you..

And wasn't it difficult for her too? Scarlett looked at her son.

“I've been bringing them both to the hospital all these days. They are staying at my house as it is closer. I drop Christian off at school in the morning before heading to the office; he is sad; but, little by little, he manages to face the situation more calmly.

Scarlett found all those kindnesses strange. She didn't understand why Christopher had become involved in her pain or how he thought he could help her if Michel was dying.

- Thanks...

- I don't need thanks! Don't you think it's time to stop being the "tough"? Other people care about your child too, let them show that love!

- I do not know what you're talking about!

– I'm saying that Paul and Christian also want to be with Michel, but you don't let them get close.

Scarlett felt the hatred rise to her skin. She released Michel's hand and stood up.

- Mr Evans...