Wait, WHAT!?
Did I hear it correctly!?
"Mrs Callie, though it isn't my place to comment, the guy is genuinely kind and nice. Why behave so rudely with him? It's almost like he killed your family or something..."
My eyes shot up on the Doctor in a death stare. He scratched the back of his head, forcing a laugh to put off the spitfire he added.
"Haha..." He laughed, "As i said, not my place to pry into your business but...no one interrupted the big fight going on, but everyone saw it..."
My mind was still reeling from the eight hundred thousand dollars payment, and here was my dear doctor throwing shade on me.
My stare flipped into a glare. He scooted away, talking to a nurse passing by.
Who does this man thinks he is!? My therapist!?
I clutched the paper, mushing it into a ball.
He flooded back in my mind in a hurricane.
Why this payment? Why did he want to hide it from me? He denied being the killer earlier...but is it possible to trust a terrorist? And why did I chose to believe him earlier in the hospital room?
How come he didn't feel like a terrorist back in the hospital room? What is he doing to me?
My thoughts halted in a heartbeat, my breath holding up at the crumpled form.
Oh gosh...
What if i am wrong about everything?
"Anyways. You should visit your mother now, that is, if you are free from your fight."
He passed me a smile, heading inside the elevator situated in the far corner of the lobby.
My fists clenched. Who does this doctor think he is!?
I went back upstairs, heading inside my mom's room.
This was perhaps the first time i saw my mother, laying in a peace amidst the labyrinth of pipes and tubes going in and around her body.
My face weighed down on her. I sat beside her, holding her fragile, shrivelling hands.
The pores, hair and wrinkles adorning her skin--- everything became an end of time.
I squeezed her hand. In response, her shut eyes and pushed back cheeks, pale lips and dense forehead lines greeted me.
They weren't smiling.
Tears slipped my eyes in a prickling burn. The beeping screaming in the background fastened, rolling my heart off the floor.
I regretted the times I didn't think of her. I took her for granted. I never paid much attention. All i hung on till the end was hope. And this same hope was eating me alive.
"Mom...please...please survive..."
Our last conversation reeled back my mind in a horror flashback. Back when I had told her I am going to Ireland...
Everything fell apart since then. Things haven't been the same. I don't know what I am doing with my life if I can't keep my mom safe.
The room door clicked open, revealing a man I have known too well lately. This man who changed everything.
He came in, ignoring me. He sat on the opposite way, glancing at my mother with his emotionless face, a classic.
My breath fastened at his vanilla scent presence.
What was he doing here sitting beside my mother? Offering his fake sympathy?
What does he freaking want?
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Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)
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