I wake up to a great stench of disinfectant. Urgh! How I hate hospitals. I look around me and I spot Jay seated at the far corner of the room with his head bent against his palms.
"Jay", I barely manage to whisper and he quickly raises his head to look at me.
"Oh Jem! Are you alright? You scared the shit out of everyone", Jay says, rushing to my side.
What is he talking about, I was only out for a couple of minutes right? And what about Dimitri and Anita?
"Dimitri sends his best wishes to you", Jay soothingly says as if reading my train of thoughts.
What does he mean by that?
"How long was I out for Jay?", I ask trying to sit up but my head will not stop banging. I look at the bandage on my hand and it's slightly coated with blood.
"Two days" He simply stated, ushering me to lie down back.
"Two fucking days? Why? It was just a mini cut!", I exclaim in consternation while plunging my head back on the pillow. I've spent two days in this damn hospital? I'm being tortured here. I have to tell Alan. Omg! Alan?
"Well yes. You had a concussion you see from the last time you were injured on your head and your ribs and they were not properly healed also", Jay says helping me to sit up so he can give me my drugs.
"And what about Alan? I certainly hope you didn't tell him I had an accident? He'd sink Rome down if anything happens to me", I say taking the tablets of drugs from Jay and gulping it down. Grrrr! Medicines are boring without Alan.
"Don't worry, I told him you were down with the flu"
"The flu? And he bought it? Didn't he call yesterday?"
"No. But he did leave a message for you"
"Great! I'll read it later. Uh Jay? How's Anita? I didn't mean to stab her in the shoulder, honestly. It was a mistake!", I whispered delicately.
"They left!", Jay says in a low tone while rubbing my knuckles with his thumb. I keep mute, waiting for him to continue. He hesitates a bit before releasing a heavy breath.
"Anita regained consciousness that day and would not stop weeping. She removed the drip from her hand and came to you where you were lying unconscious on the bed. She begged you to open your eyes that she was sorry and she didn't mean any of it. She refused to talk to anyone. She was waiting for you to wake up and forgive her..."
"Jay?", I call interrupting him.
"Why did she taunt me like that? I swear I had no intentions towards Dimitri."
"Shh Jem! It's okay. You don't have to worry", he sternly but gently affirms, removing a strand of hair from my face.
"Go on", I urge
"Dimitri feared that she will enter another stage of clinical depression so against all his will power and all odds, he took her to America and her last wish before leaving was that you call her. Call her not because she told you to but because you've completely forgiven her"
"I.. I.. I need fresh air. Please Jay I need to get out of here", I whisper pushing my knees under my chin and bending my head against them.
"That will be in the next two days", he states plainly.
"Fine! I want to be alone", I whisper, still not looking up. I'm very sure he is expecting me to throw a tantrum and I will right after I think.
I hear feet shuffling which signifies Jay must be leaving.
Have I Forgiven Anita? Have I not? Should I call her? Should I not? Will she be okay? Will she not? Will I be okay? Will I not? Is everything ever going to be okay? Is it not? Should I be questioning myself like this? Should I not?
YOU ARE READING
Betrayed By My Own
Adventure"The sight has my insides twist in a tight knot. His jet black hair that touches his shoulder, his defined abs and chest bulging through his shirt, his all too glorious tattoo. And his well shaved beards. I have no fears, I have no limits and I cert...
