My Quest for the Best... ( On hold )

Chapter 15: The Accident

The Accident....

Okay so this chapter may be a bit confusing in the start but you will understand it by the end. This is just a new idea to reveal a suspense... :P :)

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Everything was blurry. The kind of blurry when you have been crying for hours but the tears always clog your vision.
" Brooke..?? "
I looked down at Alfie who was lying in my lap, looking at me in pain. My tears could just not stop. I started crying like a mad woman, cursing myself to hell for always trusting the wrong person. I cod just not believe that I was so stupid.
" Brooke. Stop crying,its okay angel. " Alfie tried again and I nodded meekly hoping for help to arrive soon. I picked up my bag from the ground and looked in it. I needed something,anything that would stop or wipe away the blood on Alfie.
No tissue,no hanker-chief, no nothing. There was nothing in my bad to help me except for a....
" Brooke..?? Did you find something to absorb or maybe stop the blood..?? Some napkin or tissue..?? "
He asked and I blushed deep red. Still, taking my condition into account I nodded.
"Okay then. I think that I will rest for a bit now." And with that he fell into a deep slumber. I sighed and took out the sanitary napkin from my bag. If Alfie knew this,he would have killed me for it but I guess it is important. Suddenly I heard very faint sirens coming and I sighed in relief. Finally help has arrived. I carefully picked Alfie's head from my lap and kept it on my bag. I then ditched my broken heels into the muddy ground, I ran barefoot towards the road. Blinding bright lights fell on me and I squinted my eyes but started waving my hands above my head. The lights were turned off and the siren and engine died down. Two officers got out from the car and I fell towards the ground, my legs could no longer support me.My body was tired and was working only till we could find help. I felt being lifted up from the ground but my mind refused to cooperate and the dark ghost enveloped me.

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" Brooke..?? Are you okay sister..?? "

I woke up to the sound of a small sob. I opened my eyes to see Aaban's tear streaked face. I reached over to the bed side to get the teddy bear which Aaban liked but frowned when my hand met some strange bottles and something that felt like medicines..??? What the hell is happening..? I looked side wards to realize that I am in a hospital room, judging from the various machines on a big rack just like the ones we see in movies. Why am I here..?? I tried hard, very hard to remember anything that could have such a serious consequence, but came up with nothing.

 I tried craning my neck but I felt nothing. I could just look right and left and a bit down. I saw Aaban holding my hand in his, crying silently. 

" Aaban..?? " I called him in a husky, throaty voice. His neck snapped up, shock and relief cursing through his eyes. Suddenly something shifted in his eyes and he ran towards the door, screaming and shrieking for nurses. A middle-aged doctor rushed in my room, checking all the machines and scolding the nurses who were apparently not paying enough attention to me. Well okay then doc, you can ask me how am I feeling after what, a month or so...

" Ms. Carter. How are you feeling..? " The doctor asked with a dramatic sigh.

" Numb. What happened..? "

" Well, don't you remember..?? " 

" Doctor, if I had remembrance of those events, why would I have asked you ..? " I said, suddenly tired.

" You were unconscious for a week. You apparently called 911 for help describing that you and a friend of yours were attacked by some people. You fainted and your left leg was  due to profuse bleeding. But now you are as healthy as a horse and can go home if you want tomorrow. We were just waiting for you to wake up. " He said smilingly. Thank God that it wasn't the moment in the novels when the girl wakes up and is told that she was in coma and the boy had been crying for her all the while.

" Um wait doctor, which friend are we talking about...? " I asked. I could not remember things yet.

" Its Alfie Spencer. But he is not good. We operated on his leg as it was bleeding due to a gunshot. He has not yet recovered from the anaesthesia. "

Suddenly, everything clicked to me. I remembered everything, everything and again the tears welled up in my eyes at the thought of the horrific night and blackness enveloped me right then and there.

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" God, can you seriously eat all this ..? " Alfie asked me, wiping his hands dry on a towel. He went to the washroom meanwhile I ordered these things. They were nothing too much, just a plate of chowmein and Manchurian balls, along with pasta( both red and white sauce) and two tall glasses of orange juice.

" I can eat all of this if you do not want it. I was always taught to respect food. " I said tired or his complaints. He sat down and started piling up his plate and I tried my level best to swallow the sarcastic comment down along with my food. The food was okay, I guess because I could not concentrate on my food with this so-called business tycoon munching loudly on his food.

Gross.

A sudden clattering of plates and the sounds of breaking glass echoed in the restaurant. A little child had accidentally collided with a waitress carrying the empty plates. The glass pieces have hurt the little boy and his elbows were scraped and bleeding. His mother ran to him, to console him.

" Please somebody help us out. Is someone a doctor here..? " The lady pleaded looking at each one of us. I sunk into my chair, I just could not tolerate blood and also cannot refuse a tensed mother. Alfie shot up from his chair and straightened his clothes. I gave him a mocking glance, good clothes cannot treat the child. He looked at me and rolled his eyes. He then walked to the injured child and asked for his hand. Alfie then took out his hanky, dipped it in water and started cleaning the wound softly.

I am sure that my eyes were the size of moon, as I could not believe that '  The Alfie Spencer ' can softly clean a wound and distract a small child with some sweet nothings. He was talking to him in hushed voice and I could not hear him. After a while, Alfie reached into his back pocket to reveal a band-aid.

Who the hell carries and band-aid in his back pocket..???

He then carefully put the band-aid and gave the little boy a toffee( which he pulled out of his front pocket). The lady thanked him repeatedly and I was beyond shocked.

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It was completely dark outside, as I gazed out of the car window. Alfie had not spoken a word since the injured boy incident and so I believed in giving him space. Now that I think of it, our situation was cliche but the thing I could not comprehend was the reason why Jenny wants me to marry Alfie ..???

I was pulled out of my bubble by a loud screech and saw Alfie paling in the dark. Outside the car I saw 50 something men, all armed with weapons looking at us with triumph smirks. Shit! We were surrounded by goons.

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I now remembered it all. The goons smashing the car, my endeavours to fight them, them out strengthing me and Alfie. His attempts to protect me. Him being hit on his head with a huge iron rod and a gun shot roaring in the air. I remembered how they hit me but left after some time and me trying to help out Alfie. He tried to save me from the gunshot...! Oh God..!

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( A/N ) : Was it sad..? I will try to make the other chapters happier...maybe. :P

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