forgotten but still loved...BOOK 1#WATTY'S2016)

chapter 33

AUTHORS NOTE.

hey my lovely readers (hides face)

i know I'm terrible for not updating sooner but honestly, with Ramadan and my house being broken into ,i had a lot to do before eid. this chapter is only a filler but its needed here and there believe me. i do hope that by next week things will be better, also my dads visiting super excited. he stays quite far from where i live.

so here you go. enjoy . don't forget to share and vote.

Hospital

I was walking up and down the corridor. Jason's doctor called this morning, asking to see me. I was nervous. I didn't know what to expect. I started chewing on my fingernails. I kept looking at the time on my wrist. Doctor said ten am it was a little after nine. I don't know why I rushed so quickly. Maybe I was hoping that he would be here before ten.

I wasn't strolling I was full on speed walking. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest. What could he possibly say? I wonder if there has finally been a change. I couldn't wait for Jason to be himself again.

When I arrived this morning he was in a upright position. I wasn't sure if he was still in a coma or just sleeping. Some days one could never tell. He always had this smirk on his face. God.. I loved his smirk.

I walked back to the room and sat down beside the bed. I thought maybe it's best to do the usual routine we had on weekends when I'd visit. I stepped into the bathroom and got his bath water ready in the small bucket and returned to the room. This will help me kill time until the doctor arrives.

I made sure the water wasn't to hot or cold and I also squeezed a blob of his favorite shower gel into the water. Was I ready to do this for the rest of my life?i silently asked myself.

I sighed and continued with giving him a bed bath. I wiped his face and his neck. And then I gently lifted his arms and washed and dried them. I didn't realize how emotional I got until I saw the tear drops falling on his night gown. I stopped what I was doing. I sniffled a bit and tried to wipe the tears but they wouldn't stop coming.

The door opened and I jumped up from where I was sitting. In walked the most beautiful girl I have seen. Who was she? She didn't even attempt to introduce herself. I kept to myself and waited for her to say something, when she didn't I walked over to the other side of the bed, where she was holding his hand.

"Excuse me, er who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice neutral.

"I'm Annabelle. She stuck out her neatly manicured hand. "

I gently took her hand and shook it aware that my nails were chipped from all the biting earlier. I immediately stuck them back in my pocket.

Why did the name sound so familiar I thought? I pushed that thought aside.

"Do you and Jason know each?" I asked. Watching carefully as her eyes roamed his body.

"We are. Um how you say... old friend's si?"

Then it struck me this must be THE Annabelle Abela wanted him to marry. Now it makes sense, the accent its Italian. Yes. Just when I thought things were going to be better between me and her, she calls her up. I was ranging inside. Rather I was a fuming mess.

The door open and in walked the doctor.

"Good morning Maggie. How you doing." I walked over to where he stood and shock his hand.

"I'm fine thanks. You wanted to see Me.?" I eagerly asked.

"Yes, could we talk outside?" He gestured for me to walk ahead.