Far From You

Chapter Two

A few days have passed since Kate's loss. At work, I cut myself against broken glass. I had to go to the hospital because it was bleeding terribly. Blood doesn't make me feel twice as good, so I covered it with a red piece of rag. I called a taxi. It's about half an hour to the nearest hospital. If there is a traffic jam, it could be an hour.

I quickly got out of the taxi, which was then supposed to take me home. I had blood everywhere and I was already starting to feel sick. The nurse ran up to me and took me to the doctor. He looked at my hand and said he had to sew it up for me surgically. Well great!!!

It was the kind of surgery where I lie down in that operating chair and they let me breathe some gas. I was only half in narcotics, so I saw it. It was pretty cool.

After the procedure, they took me to my room and told me that I would stay with them until the next day for observation. I was tired, so I went to bed.

I woke up around six in the evening thinking I needed to go to the bathroom. I had to walk down a long corridor to reach the women's toilets. The hallway was painted purple with white, thin strips. On the sides were other rooms with patients. My head got a little tangled in the toilet, but it passed.

From the toilet, I walked slowly into my room, but Kate appeared across from me. I didn't believe it.

"Maybe I have visions,"' I said to myself.

But it was true. Kate was there. She was wearing a long, polka dot, white shirt. Which meant she wasn't there as an escort or as a visitor, but as a PATIENT!!

She looked tired. I waited for the nurse to escort her back to the room so I could follow her. I was very angry with her, but at the same time, I missed her terribly.

As soon as the nurse left, I snapped at the room door and walked in. Kate was taken aback.

"Anne, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I wanted to ask you the same thing, why didn't you call me at all?", but at that moment Kate showed me a gesture with her hand and I sat down next to her.

She showed me a letter she said she wanted to send me, but she didn't make it. I read the letter aloud.

Hi, how are you? I'm on my way home, but it may take a while. Within two days I should be at home. I'm looking forward to seeing you and Woo. I had to leave because I had some debts. Abroad, they paid me more than they would pay me here. I couldn't tell you anything because it was hasty and I didn't want to stress you out. I know you're mad at me, and you have a right to do so. I have already paid off my debts and I still have something left. I have a gift for you that you will like. Kate

I didn't expect this. It caught me off guard in many ways. What's the job Kate was doing? Did she have any debts? Why didn't she tell me anything about it?

I had a lot of questions, but the main one was, "Why are you in the hospital, what happened?"

Kate looked at me and said, "I went home, but then I got sick and I don't remember anything anymore." She was tired, so I let her sleep and I went to bed too.

The next morning I was already well, so I packed my things and went to the reception, but I still stopped at Kate's. She wasn't there. I asked the doctor and he told me that she had signed the necessary documents and went home.

I signed the necessary documents and called a taxi home. I kept thinking about why Kate hadn't told me she was going home.

As soon as I entered the apartment, I started calling Kate. Kate came out of the bathroom with a towel on her head as if nothing had ever happened. I didn't know what to tell her.

"Kate, please explain it to me. I don't get it."

"I'll tell you all this when the time is right. It hasn't happened yet, and please don't ask me anything."

I agreed.

"Tell me where you got the money," I asked, quietly hoping she'd tell me. We never had secrets between us. I stopped asking questions and instead was glad, we were together again.

"You must never leave me alone here again."

Kate nodded her head that she understood.

In the morning I went to work on time. For the first time!!!. On Michael's face, I could see the look of surprise from my arrival on time. My hand was in a bandage, but I had to work the same way.

Literally.

I had to learn to carry three plates in one hand. I never knew how to do it, but because of that hand, I had to learn it.

It was so different at work. There was something different. 

After a few days, I noticed that Michael was kind of nice to me.

Unusually nice.

Maybe it's because of my hand that he has to help me someday. There was something in me, telling me, that I should go and talk to him. So I did.

"Hi Michael, I see you're in a good mood."

"Hey, sorry for the last time I was uncomfortable, it was just a lot for me." He smiled and looked me in my eyes and I felt him looking into my soul.

"It's fine, we all have a lot of going on sometimes. It's just a matter of being able to deal with it. If you need help with anything, feel free to turn to me."

He wasn't nice to me and I don't even know how I could help him with anything when we were not talking, but I would try my best.

"It's okay, Anne."

Wait, what!!!! Does he remember my name??? He never called me by my name!!!!!

I didn't know what should I do, so I just agreed with him.