The Comeback

Chapter 23 - Connected

Chapter 23 - Connected

You see how in movies is so easy to find out what’s going on? The character plans something and it works at the first try. In real life it’s not that easy, mostly because you don’t really know what you’re doing and you’re just a noob.

I’m not sure what Zayn and I were waiting for when we arrived at the hospital. Saying hello, and then hope the nurse would give us all the information we needed perhaps? I don’t know, but if that was our plan, we’re really dumb.

You just can’t just go to the counter and ask for all the information about a patient when you’re not even related. They won’t even tell you no, they will just look at you as if you’re an idiot. Which I think we are, but that’s not important right now.

We really tried to get the nurse on our side, telling her it was important and all what we could come up with, without telling her that we think the ghost of said patient may be haunting me. The hospital has a mental ward, so I don’t want to risk myself.

All we got, every time, was: “no.”

We’re about to give up and admit that all this was pointless from the start when I see my doctor. He was nice, he helped me a lot and maybe he can help. I don’t know! It’s my last shot, I guess. Because Zayn and I even tried to distract the nurse so we could use her computer, but turns out they have a system we don’t understand so that was futile, as well.

“Hey doc!” I call when he’s walking down the hall and when he hears me, he turns around and gives me a smile.

“Liam! I hope you’re not feeling poorly,” he says and I smile as I keep approaching him, Zayn close behind me.

“I’m perfectly fine, doc. Thanks for asking. But no, we’re here for another reason, to be honest,” I tell him and he folds his arms, waiting for me to carry on. “Oh well, it’s about another patient, really. We need to know a few things.”

“Like what?” The doctor asks and I look at Zayn. Here comes the difficult part.

“Well, anything. We’re trying to find out as much as possible about him, but the nurses don’t wanna help us ‘cos we aren’t related. But it’s really important! You know this girl Cassidy, right? She’s a volunteer here,” I tell him and he frowns but nods. “Well, it’s about her best friend. He died the same night I was stabbed, and she helped me so much so I wanna help her now and I dunno, I thought that maybe getting to know more about Jake Wood would help me somehow, you know? But I don’t wanna push her to tell me those things and it’s just complicated.”

The doctor laughs at me when I finish and I don’t blame him, I sounded like a royal idiot. I just vomited everything I had to say hoping he would make sense out of it. And now I wait, rather impatiently, for an actual response from him. I prepare myself for him to tell me that he can’t do anything, that it’s confidential information and all those things the nurses already told me.

“Well, I don’t know how much I can help you. All the information we have is medical. We have the certificate of death and I’m not sure that would help you with Cassidy, Liam,” the doctor replies and I sigh.

“Anything could help,” Zayn intervenes and only then I realise that the doctor didn’t actually say he couldn’t share that information.

“Fine, come with me,” he says and I look at Zayn with shocked eyes. “Although I’m impressed. Most of this information can be found online, you didn’t have to come to the hospital.”

Zayn and I look at each other, slapping ourselves mentally for not thinking of that first. You can see we’re not the brilliant type, then.

Anyways, we follow the doctor to his office and he uses his desk computer to look for some information. “You said Jake Wood, right? Do you have his middle name?” We shake our heads and the doctor keeps looking. “Well, he died the day you got stabbed so that may help us… hmmm .” He keeps looking and we just wait there, not sure how this information will help us, but still. “Oh, I found it! Jake Arnold Wood. Car accident. Drunk driving. Died on the fifth of January twenty thirteen, declared dead at eleven fifty-three. Oh, that’s strange, he died at the very same time you heart stopped, Liam. If you hadn’t come back, we would’ve used that time for your certificate. I still remember that,” the doctor tells me, looking right into my head. “That’s a very odd coincidence, don’t you think?”