"Hello, Ms Wall, "I am glad to see you awake so soon." A doctor with dark hair walked in, and in comparison to the nurse, he appeared to be in a much better mood. "I'll have to do a few checkups, and then we can talk more about your condition. Is that okay?"
I did little more than nod, which permitted him to continue with his work. I wasn't able to participate in the chat because I was still shaken up by Lucy's appearance. I really wish I were in a coma again so that I wouldn't have to make that difficult of a choice. The very idea of giving up on Henry makes me sick to my stomach. However, the thing that genuinely makes me nauseous is the thought of the people I care about most getting hurt. It looks like she has been following me around and paying attention to every aspect of my life; if she was able to do that to me, I dread to think what else she could do to other people.
She did, however, specifically refer to Steph; could she have been involved in the plane accident in some way?
To put it bluntly, no. She would need impressive connections and massive skills to achieve her goal. No way could she have succeeded, right?
Right?
"Ms. Wall?" The doctor was making erratic flashes with the flashlight.
"Hmm?" was the best I could come up with to show him I was paying attention to him.
"Everything looks good; obviously, the legs will need time to heal, and you will need a wheelchair until your arm heals as well. The ribs will, unfortunately, take the longest to heal, so please do not carry heavy stuff, do not run, and do not exercise as this will prolong the healing process. The cut on your cheek will most definitely leave a scar, but we can arrange for cosmetic surgery if you so wish."
I processed the information in my head and then lightly touched the side of my face that had been cut. The more I thought about it, the more it stung.
"Or you could leave it as it is and have a hell of a story to tell." He chuckled dryly as he made his way to the foot of the bed and fetched my medical records. "But, Ms. Wall, there's something else that I'd like to talk to you about." At this moment, a look of sorrow had begun to spread across his face.
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"If everything is fucking chipped, then you have to get rid of the whole house!" Anya let out a squeal of desperation that was loud enough for Henry to hear her from downstairs.
"Then we're getting rid of the freaking house!" Henry yelled back as he quickly erased everything on the hard drives of his and Mia's computers and put them back to how they were when they initially bought them.
Anya let out a frustrated groan as she continued to look, only to find herself staring at Mia's antidepressants in the cabinet that was located under the sink yet again. She didn't know if Henry knew about the situation or not, but she thought that telling him would help. "Uhm, Henry, could you come upstairs quick?" Henry still managed to hear her despite her fumbling over her own words, and he ran over to where she was.
"What happened? Did you find something?!" Henry's fear grew more intense with every passing minute.
"Did you know about these?" Concernedly swallowing down her words, Anya held out the Zoloft box.
Anya was visibly shaking as Henry removed the pill box from her trembling hands. "Zoloft? That's antidepressants, right?"
Anya simply nodded.
"As far as I know, they need to be prescribed." Henry continued while he was beginning to open the box in order to find out how many tablets were still inside.
"Do you know why she's taking it?" Even when she made an effort to calm herself down, Anya's voice remained shaky the whole time. It appeared as though there were more sides to the story than they had been made aware of up until that point. The only person who could provide the answers was Mia, who, as far as everybody knew, was still unconscious and in a coma.
"I mean, we all know that she was very shaken up with Steph passsing away-"
"Yes, but how do we know that that's when she started taking them?" Anya interrupted him because she had a suspicion that Mia had been taking the antidepressants for a much longer period of time than anyone realised, and she did not want anyone to find out about it.
Henry glanced at her as though he didn't understand what was going on and waited for her to explain it. "You said that they need to be prescribed, so there must be a prescription somewhere in this house."
After saying so, Henry busted open the door to the closet and immediately began tossing away every item of clothing. When Mia moved in, he let her know that the secret safe that he had hidden away in the wardrobe could be used by her to hold any important files that she had. It made perfect sense to him that the prescriptions would be in that place. However, out of respect for her privacy, he never looked at any of her files.
It did not take long for them to find Mia's files because Henry already knew which ones were his. She had everything in there, from birth documents to nominations and awards to handwritten letters, so finding the prescriptions was the true challenge.
Henry was the one to split the files and discover the prescriptions. "I found them! That's from three months ago, and it says it was a refill."
Anya dropped everything upon hearing that and rushed over to Henry to see what he was talking about. "Then that means she has been taking them for longer, move!" Anya grabbed the papers that Henry had been holding and started searching through them hastily while also checking the dates that were written on each page. "That's the last one—well, the first one. It was prescribed on May 15th, 2017." They exchanged a puzzled look, and then Anya returned her attention to the documents in her hands. "But there's more to it; look, hospitalization and discharge papers."
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"Ms. Wall, you were in awful shape and covered in blood when you were brought in. Naturally, we followed protocol and dealt with the most vital parts first. But there was bleeding, and at first we didn't know if it was internal bleeding or if it was something else that needed our attention. Not until we noticed the blood clots did we realise what they were. We determined that it was still in the early stages based on the size and your hormonal levels, so you might not even have been aware of it. Ms Wall I regret to inform you that the accident also caused you to lose your pregnancy."
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Perfect Storm
أدب الهواةMy body felt so light, as if I was floating. It was like I was in one of those trance dreams psychics keep talking about, those out of body experiences. My legs carried me without my mind having to think about it, my arms opening doors that I wouldn...
