𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚? - [𝘿𝙧. 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚]

three

"Is it possible?" I asked showing them a scan of a past surgery that was some what successful. "We can try, but the chances of it being 100% succ" i cut him off there. "How much?" I asked averting my eyes upward. I saw the doctors tense up.

The doctors and I discussed the payments, then I was off. They recommend for me to start physical therapy as soon as I could so here I am. I walked in, checked in and soon met with a man named Shane.

"Right over here." He said glancing at me with a smile. "Rate your pain on a scale of 1-10." He said clicking his pen then looking down at his board. "7." I stated tapping my foot. "Alright then, have you done anything with your hands recently?" He asked peering through his glasses at me.

"I showered when I got out of the hospital this morning, drove myself here." I said not bothering to look at him on the eyes. "Okay.. can you show me your hands and try to move them for me?" He asked placing his clipboard on the table along with the pen.

I raised my hands and tried to squeeze them but it was no use. I hissed through my teeth while trying to move them but nothing happened.

Me and Shane discussed more for about an hour and a half before I left. I got in my Lamborghini and drove home. When I arrived Sam was sitting in a chair.

"They moved the meeting to today, I have surgery in 2 days." I said looking over at Sam. He walked up to me and placed his hands on the side of my face. I grabbed his hands and placed them down at his side.

"Your rule not mine." I said glancing at him. His eyes  had a hint of sorrow in them. "Is this pity love?" I questioned him as he looked at me this time straight in my eyes.

"Clea, I have always liked you but now you need me." I rolled my eyes. "Stop taking pity on me." I said taking him and pushing him out of my door ignoring the pain rupturing through my body. "You need to go." I told Sam.

"Clea, call me if you need anything." I slammed the door in his face. I sat down on the back of the door. "Ryan?" I asked out loud "Yes Clea?" He responded back in a thick Australian accent. "Text Tony." I said before getting up and grabbing a bottle of wine from my wine fridge.

I opened it up, and sat down by my desk. "Text him wanna get a drink." I said while pouring myself a drink.

I sat at my desk, pulling files apart. Fuck! Why was she still on my mind. Clea is a dumb bitch wanting to get my attention.

I heard Christine walk in. "I never said you could come." I said my eyes still on the blue screen lit up around my room. "I wanted to give you this." She said handing me a watch. "Thanks." I said not really meaning it. "You know, your trying to hard." I said, it slipped out of my mouth. I looked up at her for any sense of emotion.

"I try hard because you are SO hard to please. You look miserable, your hands don't work. I want to help you." She said tears streaming down her face.

Before I could say anything else she dropped the watch case onto the floor and left. I focused my attention back on my work but Clea was still in my mind. I'll give her a call, she deserves to know.

I sat down turning on the news, which is happened to be on.

'Doctor Stephen Strange the worlds most renowned neurosurgeon gets in a car crash. Officials and doctors say he might never be able to recover.

I sat there stunned. What. The. Fuck. I was so confused, it's almost as if we have the same injures different accidents. That's why the phone call didn't make sense earlier... I turned my attention back to the news to find anything interesting.

'Doctor Clea Sage gets in a similar accident as Doctor Stephen Strange but different causes. Officials still don't know what happened to the driver of the helicopter. They are saying he must have passed out or had an asthma attack. She might never get a chance at recovery as well. 

That makes more sense, but I wonder why I haven't been told anything? They weren't the ones in the helicopter anyways. I looked down and saw Strange was calling me. I picked up.

"Clea, I have something I need to tell you." He said with a somewhat normal tone of voice. "I already saw on the news, is it about your hands?" I asked back scoffing at the end. "Well i could say the same about you, why didn't you tell me? Technically I am your superior." He stated, damn this man has a huge ego, but i can say the same about myself.

"Your my challenger, I want to be better then you. The only reason you are ranked higher is because you have been at General longer than me. Do ever fucking say your my superior you moron." I said hanging up at the end. Thank god he never tried to reach out to me for the rest of the night.

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