What is normal and weird these days?
I can't find words right now. Hit by a strayed bullet. God, I can't predict what happened next. I wasn't expecting that; I don't know how to handle it. My mind was only set on a trip—a business trip. And here I am, a little bit of shock, and I started to assume things. Again, I assumed maybe she was a keeper, despite the depiction of the media projects of these Ferguson women. Somehow, someways shes respectful to me and also to others. Still unsure if she might change.
A kind of person that is different, I should say, or those people I've met in the church. Weirdly enough, it's so quiet and silent, cold and distant. I could on and on all day, as I describe her.
The only main thing I complained about her was that her soul wasn't there. I just can't stand that kind of trait. It somehow pisses me off; behind all of that, she's still grieving, maybe because of what she has been through. I started to live with that, as boss-employee relationship standards as it may seem.
* * *
A deep sigh from Katarina's part of all her frustrations. Her mind screamed, battling its internal demons, a deep sense of her. God, why am I like this? Comparing how I felt my husband is out there, god knows if he's okay...
"Katarina," Ofelia's voice brought back her, mentioning her name to get her attention. She seemed tense while they both sat in those chairs, patiently waiting in the hospital hallway.
"You need to go to your husband," encouraging her to go to family first, wiping her face, and trying to compose herself.
"No, ma'am, I can't," Katarina replied straight away.
"I don't want to see him; I am still working," Katarina added, but she only makes excuses for herself not to see him at the moment. Avoiding Ofelia's gaze and wondering, reading her that she's always good at.
"Excuse Madame... Miss Katarina, here's water for cooling down a little." The bodyguard gave them both two bottles of water while they were in hallway chairs waiting.
Katarina observed her boss taking random glances when to open the closed doors, while Katarina patiently looked in every second. Katarina stood up; she couldn't handle those nerves sitting still with her boss. Holding a bottle of a sip, she may be trying to calm herself. She started pacing herself away from those hallway chairs and could not resist the tension she felt. Ofelia is like a statue where she is sitting with crossed legs, including her arms on her chest. Those bodyguards stood one beside her, and the other is down the hallway guarding whoever may come closer to take pictures.
* * *
"Miss Ferguson, it's far from the bone; as you can see, it's safe to remove the bullet, the teared skin, and some tissue; it'll heal quicker." The doctor made an assurance to them looking at the results.
"Doc, if you may respect, could you please remove the bullet now? I want to go home and don't put me to sleep, thanks," Olivine requested.
"Oh, right..."" the surgeon paused and awed as they synchronously looked at Olivine.
"That's new," he added after he heard his patient eager to remove the bullet. He didn't hide their admiration, looking back and forth with them.
"You heard her..." Ofelia got the attention of the male surgeon, who stood processing what he heard from the patient.
"Yes, madame, taking a bullet right away," he said, like taking orders from a customer and giving enthusiastic vibes to them.
"I'm sorry, you two wait outside," Olivine firmly said.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine, and you're still pretty, Ofelia," she added, pinching and trying to squeeze her hand.
"I'll volunteer to remain," Katarina said out of nowhere, all their heads turning towards her as she stood near those curtains.
"Oh, ar...are you sure, ma'am?" The surgeon stuttered.
"Yes," Katarina said with confidence.
"But it's not allowed to," the doctor stuttered when Ofelia looked at the doctor with her fierce look.
"With all respect, Doctor, I won't say any here; do your job so we could leave this place immediately; the jet is waiting; I couldn't afford more hours of my existence being with this place," she stated, like the highest form of demand from Ofelia leaves the surgeon stuttered.
"Ofelia stopped; I wanted to say thank you; after this, we will go home," was Olivine's firm voice as they stood there in shock, listening to her decision.
"So, Doc, let's start, shall we?" Olivine raised a question.
"Yes, Miss Ferguson, it'll be quick. You may feel dizzy, but it'll be good. Luckily we didn't need a bag of blood," the surgeon quickly signals to the nurses as he moves past those curtains. And prepared his things to perform instant surgery. Olivine observed, sitting on the little bed in the emergency room with only a curtain covering them.
"I want to go home," Olivine murmured.
"Yes, Miss Ferguson, after this.. it'll be a little pain." Olivine is trying to compose herself like she is. Imagining her sister Ofelia accompanying her to the dentist. But this time, it's different; it's a bullet that needs to pull out immediately before any infections manifest in her system.
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