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Chapter 7. Breaking the law

Claire's p.o.v.
I wake up soaking wet from a nightmare, to the sound of my phone.
"Miss Claire Fay"
"Yes, who is this?"
"I am Dr. Ronan and I am calling you regarding the need to repeat a blood test that might have given us an inaccurate result. You do not need to come back to the hospital in the fragile state that you are, as it was entirely our fault. You just need to text us your location and a nurse will be there shortly to collect some blood."
"What is this all about? I was told by Dr. Elisa that I was recovering with no issues and all my tests came back normal and that everything was ok."
"You shouldn't worry about this Miss Fay. There was a mix-up at the laboratory with some labels and we want to make sure that we have the correct results in our hands."
"Can I speak to Dr. Elisa please? She was the one treating me and honestly, I would feel better if I 'd heard this from her."
"Oh, I am sorry Miss Fay but Dr. Elisa is not in my building. I am at another facility. She wouldn't know anything about this anyway as we have yet to inform her. She is a very busy doctor so we wouldn't bother her unless it turned out that indeed your blood test results were false because of a misplaced label".
"Ok, fine. I will text you the hotel name and room number. What time should I wait for the nurse?"
"She will be there in less than an hour and please do accept our apology for the inconvenience."
I was sleeping before that phone-call and although I was having that same nightmare, sleep is not an easy task for me, so I wish I could go back to that. These damn pain killers are really good. They make me super dizzy and relaxed even. I should finally prescribe myself some antidepressants to ease my anxiety and my insomnia issues but I am being as stubborn as that old man I was treading with depression back in London.
He would insist on going on a cruise instead of taking his prescription, thinking this would help him get over his depression after the loss of his wife, while his physician told him his health condition wouldn't allow him to take the trip, but he still went all alone after all and died on that god damn ship. I was so disappointed with myself that I failed to help him and I was feeling so guilty for the outcome. He is the only patient I've lost so far, but I've only been working as a licensed psychiatrist for two years, so it didn't look good on my record.
I get myself up to take a shower before the nurse comes, and the more I think about it, the more I find this whole thing a bit too strange. Are really medical services in U.S hospitals that much better than the ones back home? Or would I be kidnaped and have my vital organs available to buyers in the black market by tomorrow morning? But then again would that be so bad?
Here I am, having these insufferable thoughts again which is so exhausting and discouraging. I have to stop thinking this way and what's more to suicidal thoughts, I am becoming a conspiracy theorist. I knew no one in this city, so nobody would have access to my information other than the hospital staff. I turn the faucet to cold and punish myself for having these dark thoughts. The cold water is not so much of a punishment after all, as it manages to bring me back to reality and helps me shake off the negative thoughts that usually occupy my mind.

Alexander's p.o.v.
Ronan had her on the speaker. I knew it! She could talk just fine! What the hell was that all about? She really is crazy. Do I even want to drag a person who has sanity issues into this? Selective mutism my ass. More like convenient mutism was the case.
"Thanks man. I appreciate it."
"Look, what I just did for you could cost me my licence. I know I owe you big man, but I think this was too much of you to ask."
"I promise you I wouldn't if it weren't so important. Don't worry, nothing bad will happen. I don't understand though why you would give her your real name. That was pretty stupid I must admit and considering you being a doctor and all, one would assume that you are smart."
"I don't know. I was so nervous. Fuck! I hate you. You are a pain in the ass."
"Tomorrow, have your secretary call her and tell her that there was no mix-up after all and everything was fine."
"Should I run the actual blood test?"
"No, I do feel a bit guilty your nurse will stick that needle in her for no reason, but I didn't think of any other way to reach her. I will tell you everything one day, but for now you'll just have to trust me that this is of great importance."
"I don't know man, this is so wrong in so many ways. No more favours for you and you better be lucky enough for this mess not to be exposed, or I will hunt you and drag you down with me. Especially if I find out this is a fucking chick thing. If that's the case, you better start running."
"You still didn't tell me how you got her file without her written consent."
"I am a doctor in that hospital you know. Although I work on the fifth floor, I don't need permission to look in the files."
"See? It's impossible for this to go wrong. You practically didn't break any laws." I say with a grin and we both burst into laughter.
I leave Ronan's office and once again I have what I want in my hands. I always get what I want, no matter what. Of course, I am not my father who would step on people's corpse to climb up the stairs of fame and money, but I would find a way, every single time, to achieve whatever I would set my mind to.
I knew Ronan had no other option when I first dialled his number, as he literally owes me his life, after saving his ass from those tramps that were trying to mug him a couple of years ago. What I didn't know is that they had more muggers around the corner waiting for them and that I would find myself fighting with all three of them, before they finally disappeared, like the cowards they were. He was thanking me every time we would meet, for months.
"You could have let me and run, but you were a real friend watching out for me, doing that karate shit you picked up" he would tell me.
Kick boxing was part of my anger management therapy. It was the only thing I would gladly do, from all the ridiculous shit my shrink would impose on me that actually came in handy, numerous times, to be fair to her.
Here I am now on my way to this Claire girl and I am ready to make amends with her and make her an offer she can't refuse.