Hell Of A Marriage {18+}

Chapter thirty seven - Something in common

Vary consciousness a few days later and her blurry eyes open. As she searches around, she realises that she’s in a strange and empty room. Panic ceases her being as she struggles to move, but she is impaled to the bed. Her head is still fuzzy and her body is weak and she cannot do much but struggle to get free. The door opens, and she hears a footstep in the room. Coming close to her bedside, she continues to struggle to get free and run away, but just like it has been since she woke up, it is still impossible.

The man is in a long white lab coat with a stethoscope hanging around his neck, and Vary knows he’s a doctor. He’s tall, probably around six feet, masculine and with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes and thin lips. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, but he looks very fit for his age.

“You are finally awake,” comes the cheerful voice of the doctor as he smiles down at her warmly.

She is afraid as she stares at him with her eyes panicking, “What are you going to do to me?” she asks in a weary and nervous tone of voice.

The doctor’s brows furrow, confusedly. “Nothing, I’ll just administer the drugs needed into this drip and check your temperature.” The clueless blonde doctor replies.

Vary almost laughs out her disbelief, but when she tries to move both her hands, she finds it difficult and looking down, she finally realises that the refrain is from the handcuffs on them.

Her head falls back on the bed and she stares up at him with furious eyes. “Yeah, and to do that, you had to handcuff me first?” her tone is interrogative, and her brows rise.

The doctor stares at the cuffs and gets her point. “It was the police idea; they believe you might hurt yourself if your hands are free,” he explains. “Now that you’re awake, you will get evaluated and your mental state determined.”

“Yeah, like I’d ever do anything to hurt myself or my baby,” she looks down at her belly and realises there is a change. The bump is almost gone. Where did it go? “Where is my baby?” she asks with wide eyes filled with despair while she waits for the doctor’s response.

“I’m sorry, Mrs Hilton,” the doctor speaks and her heart drops as she expects for the worse, “he didn’t make it,” he says confirming her worse fear.

Silence swallowed Vary the next minute that passes up and she says nothing, only watching the doctor do whatever he wants before leaving the room.

There’s nothing left to say. Once again, Tobi won. He destroyed her life, happiness and freedom. Even the doctors think she’s crazy and mentally unstable, just like Tobi had told Keenan about her. She knows herself; she knows she’s not crazy, and if she isn’t crazy, then none of this is real.

She convinces herself even as her eyes blur up again and everything fades.

“She is awake now?” Keenan asks happily as the doctor walks up to him in the waiting room and he gets up to his feet.

“She’s awake now,” responds the doctor and relief and joy wash over Keenan at this news, “but she’s resting.”

“I’ve got to see her.” He tells the doctor, his need written on his face.

 Like, the doctor sighs and speaks. “That might not be the best decision right now, Mr Hilton. I know you desperately want to see your wife since she just regained consciousness, but I tell you she is still unstable and going through the emotional pain of loss and physical pain from the accident and I think seeing you might not help in her full emotional recovery at all.”

Keenan, who is tired of being told what to do and what not to do, rebels against the doctor’s demand, “You can’t keep me away from my wife doctor,” he slams loudly, causing a few people around to stare at them.