Trillionaires' War

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

I wake up to the rays of the sun blinding me temporarily. I sit up and rub my eyes, surprising myself when I feel no aches.

The bathroom door opens. Marcus walks out with only a towel covering him. "You're awake."

"Yeah." I nod.

"How are you feeling?" He runs his fingers through his wet hair.

"Better."

"Good. Get ready. We're going to see Dr. Ferro."

I look to the foot of the bed and see my suitcase there. "Okay." He disappears into the closet. No kiss, no hug, no nothing. The  exchange itself felt so forced. Like it was more out of politeness than care. I wonder what's on his mind. Is this his own way of processing the events of the night? I like to believe that he cares so much that he detatches himself from his feelings in order to use it as a self defense mechanism. I can't prove it though. Hopefully, that's the case.

I crawl to the floor of the bed and go through my suitcase. I pull out some flats, an outfit, and my makeup bag. I hop out of bed and use the bathroom mirror to renew my face from the minor damages it shows. I change into an oversized off shoulder grey sweater, black leggings, and grey flats. I look presentable which is great given the circumstances. No one would be able to know what happened to me unless they see me completely naked. Which shouldn't be a problem.

I wait patiently in the room, waiting for him to finish his private call. I wonder if he speaks in italian to avoid me listening into his conversations. It would be easier if I understood what he was saying during those short calls. But nothing is ever easy with him.

Once Marcus finally finishes, we drive to the hospital in Coral Springs. The drive is silent and I let it stay that way. It bothers me to feel like I'm sitting next to a stranger, but I decide it's better to just leave it alone. He looks distracted and lost in his own thoughts. He'll talk to me whenever he's ready to.

At the hospital we were let in through a private entrance in the back. The scan room was closed off for only the three of us. My scan was quick and easy. I was given some creams for my bruises, and some pain killers. The aches were slowly reappearing so they provided better relief than the pills Flaco gave me.

I swing my legs as I sit on the hospital bed and watch through the window as Dr. Ferro and Marcus settle into a deep conversation. The doctor holds up some charts and points at things that Marcus pays close attention to. Dr. Ferro nods like he's confirming something that Marcus asks with clenched jaw. He meets my eyes through the window with fury. I give him a confused look and look at the doctor who lowers his eyes in sadness. Marcus opens the door and comes into the scan room with determination.

I jump off the bed. "What's wrong?" I ask him.

He grips my arms with force. "Who did it?"

"What?" My own eyes widen at the rage he shows.

"Who beat you?" He clarifies. I take a glimpse at Dr. Ferro, but he avoids eyes contact. He shakes me. "Look at me!"

I gulp. This is not something I want to discuss at all. My past is my past. I want it to stay there forever. "I don't know what what you're talking about."

"You don't know what I'm talking about?" I shake my head in response, standing by my fake oblivion. "Ferro found permanent bone fractures that seem to consist with long term abuse. Explain that."

My eyes water, but I keep my stance. "He must be mistaken." My voice shakes at the end.

"Chloe, you better start fucking talking."