To Love Or To Loath

Chapter Two

It was the next day and I was in the kitchen about to make myself a quick cup of coffee before I had to go to work  when I started to feel dizzy. I walked towards the sofa with the intention to sit down for a minute when the world suddenly started to spin as fast as a roundabout, maybe even faster. I collapsed onto the floor. But I was too close to the marble coffee table I didn't know it at the time but I banged my head on it.

Dia had never been late for work. Not even by a second yet she was five minutes late. Something was wrong or so Dad thought. To assuage my father's worries I agreed to go with him to Dia's place. We knocked on her apartments door and there was no answer but  when we tried the door it was locked. I had a funny feeling like something was wrong. Dia lived on the first floor so it was easy enough to go around her place and look in the windows. As I got to the window where her living room is  I saw her on the floor by the coffee table. There was blood on her head and a small pool of it on the floor where her head was. I ran back around the house and to my father. I shouted to him to call an ambulance and then I kicked the door in. My father followed me in and saw her lying there and called an ambulance straight away. I checked to see if she was breathing. Thankfully she was breathing but it was shallow and her pulse was weak I yelled for them to hurry up.

They finally arrived within 10 minutes we were on our way to the hospital within 15 minutes of there arrival.

What I haven't got around to telling Dia yet was that I was married before but my wife died in a hospital since then I have hated them. However for Dia I thought I could handle it. I made a quick phone call to my mother to tell her where I was so that she could pick my kids up from the nannies and take them to hers. There is another thing I'll have to tell her, though to be fair we barely know each other. I mean yes I am attracted to her and it's obvious that she is also attracted to me but we barely know each other. I have a 3 year old son called Jeff and an 18 month old daughter called Amalia. Their mother Jasmine was killed by a hit and run driver. Not straight out she survived 18 hours after the incident. The doctors were optimistic but then they found a bleed on her brain. They thought that they'd stopped it but in the end that was what took her from us.

After another 3 and half hours her doctor came out to talk to us. However, I was the only one there because my father after over an hours' worth of pestering on my part finally went back to the office. 'Hello Mr Dasco. I'm Dr. Walters I've been dealing with your friend. Does she have anyone else we should call? A husband, fiancé or family?' The doctor asked. 'No I'm all there is her family and her have not spoken in several years. What's wrong with her? What happened? Is she going to be okay? Can I see her?' I was really worried about her and the doctor could tell that much by my voice I was sure. He asked me to take a seat and then when we were both seated he turned his upper body towards me and gave me the most frightening news I could ever have heard. 'She's been poisoned and I don't just mean recently someone's been poisoning this poor girl for several months now. She was found in her living room right?' The doctor asked me and as I nodded he continued ' yes she would have felt dizzy and tried to make it to the sofa but then when she inevitably lost consciousness she fell towards the floor and I'm guessing her head hit her coffee table?' He asked again and I nodded so he continued ' she wouldn't have felt the blow however I have some more bad news for you Mr Dasco. There's a slight bleed on her brain. We've done all we can at the moment now all we can do is wait. Mr Dasco we'll be moving her in a moment would you like to go with her?' As I nodded my yes I felt dazed I couldn't believe it. Any of it. Yet I knew it to be the truth. It was happening again. Please god, or whatever deity there is or was or will be don't let her end up like my Jasmine, please  I'm begging you, I prayed over and over again as I slowly walked to her room.