MY BESTIE, MY MURDERER

Meeting The patient

Knock. Knock.

A nurse answered the door. She was probably in her twenties and a new face. A sexy girl very fair skin and dark black hair, so black it was somewhat eerie. I really hated black haired girls, maybe. Not interested, my head said. I hurriedly entered the hospital room

"Excuse me? You're her..." The nurse had a really thin voice, a huge turn off.

"Friend" I casually said and went on to enter.

"Oh sorry sir, but only family members are allowed to sign here. So please if you will arrange for someone." Now she really sounded like mice to me. I suppressed my laughter at my imagination.

"She's an orphan and lives at my house." I lied.

"So, can you call your parents then?" She was getting irritated I could see, but not more than me. I can't call mom now, I tried to think of something.

"No, I am her to be fiancee" I lied again. She looked at me suspiciously.

"Ok sir" She made me sign as her husband in the patient's visitor book and then to some other papers. I looked around in search of the girl i had earlier saved, but i didn't get to see anyone.

Suddenly, a strange loud noise filled my ears, the nurse rushed towards the washroom and knocked repeatedly. I was sure that was her inside. The nurse was in total panic and I could see that she was very inexperienced. I got irritated by her continuous and idiotic knocking on the door and moreover I was already late for the meeting with Bruno's n Co.

"Go and call the doctor, quick!" I barked.

She mumbled a swift apology and rushed to get the doctor and I started to push and shove on the door. The girl I had saved was inside and in distress again. Why are girls so daft, I wondered?

Suddenly the lock rolled and the bathroom door was left ajar by my continuous push. I got inside to see a girl clad in a hospital's characteristic pink polka dot inner wears holding the bathroom lock for her dear life. As she saw me a flood of relief passed on her eyes and she closed them peacefully.

She was groggy and only half awake but in this state also she made some feeble attempts to cover herself. It made me laugh and I could not stop myself. Laughing I quickly picked her up, she was much heavier than Tina and it brought back memories of our last lovemaking which made me semi-hard. Hell, I was thinking about Tina now! As I was taking her to her bed her absolutely soft and wet but cold skin felt good on my palm. Her wonderfully weak whimpers of pain gave me goose bumps. It was an unusual thing for me.

I placed her on the bed and made her lie as softly as possible and by then our dear nurse arrived with the doctors. The doctors hastily began checking her up. That is when I looked at the girl, and the first word that boomed my mind was that she was beautiful... really beautiful. Not sexy and hot but plain, simple and beautiful. Although it was a word I didn't use for Tina, I strangely felt she was someone who deserved it. Her wheat colour skin was a perfect match for her unusually dark black hair; it was the first time I felt black hair suited someone. Her girl next door looks seemed to appeal to me eccentrically. Her peach pink lips slightly parted to expose her pearly white teeth, her eyebrows, a bit bold, dark and not like the pencil line-fashion nowadays. Her forehead was totally bandaged, hands a portion of neck was bandaged but her legs were in the worst condition. I learned that she could not walk without her Stretches supporting her. I also noticed that she had long, I mean really long hair, wonder how old fashioned she was. After criticizing something of hers I felt good and back to normal. I am supposed to be like this only. I discussed her condition to the group doctors that were present and learned that she would still take about a month to recover. Not my fault neither my problem. As the doctors continued their checkups, I realized I was getting late and headed for office. I was waiting for the lift as I heard a familiar voice call to me, I turned around.

"Mr. Mark?" Dr. Shane came running behind me.

She still calls me Mr. Mark, just like she used to when dad was there. I smiled at the memory.

"Please just call me Mark, Dr."

She just smiled," This is your patient in room 209?"

"Yes, someday back I found her all wounded near river Ohiotoma."

She was serious now, "Can you contact her family to come to the hospital as soon as they can?"

"I don't even know her" I explained calmly.

"Then??" She seemed confused.

"See Dr., I just found her bleeding and hurt near the bank of Ohiotoma and out of mere pity I brought her here. I don't even give a hell about her. I will pay her fees as long as you want; you do what you want with her."

"But try to understand..."

"Will she survive?"

"We are trying our best, but the problem is..."

"Is??" I couldn't stand still now...I looked at my watch to give her the hint.

"She can't remember a thing from her past. We have done everything we could...I'm sorry. Her EEG reports says that she has got some severe shock which has caused her brain to block out all her memory from birth. She can't even speak. We will have her learn the alphabets but the rest we do not know. It will help if she has her family with her. We will heal her physically in the coming two to three months when she stays in hospital but we are not sure when will her memory come back."

"Make her learn to speak atleast; I really don't have time to ponder on her, do what you can. I have to leave now. Bye Doc"

"And make it a point to change that silly nurse in her room, she's awful" I said with a tint of venom in my voice, so that she could see that I was serious.

"What the..." I mumbled as I turned back. I save a girl's fucking life and this is what I get? I wished I could just return to that particular date and stop myself from saving her.

My phone vibrated, it was mum. Shit!

"Hello mom" I asked, trying not to sound tensed.

"Yes, why are you still not in the office. Jamie called me to ask if she should cancel the meeting with Bruno's n CO. That poor girl, what did you do to her? She is your PA and is still scared to call your mobile."

I just smiled at the best memory I had with my cute, talented and nice PERSONAL assistant.

"No ask her to keep them waiting." I texted Jamie asking the same after I cut the call.

As I boarded my jet black Rolls-Royce Phantom Extended Wheelbase and signaled the driver to go to office, I knew I had half an hour to rest and I got lost in my PA's best encounter with me.