"There are no clues about your parents. Everyone finds it hard to believe, but they seemed to have disappeared into thin air. Even if you start looking for them now, you might never find them. You just need to live your life well. Isn't that what your family would have wanted for you?" I somehow didn't believe Audry after she said this.
There was something odd about her tone of speaking. Like she had rehearsed.
My brother always told me that I need to use my instincts when it comes to people. Because they are accurate most of the time. But didn't he trust Audry? I was confused. What if Audry wasn't telling the truth? Did it mean that she was hiding something, or that she couldn't tell me because it would hurt me? No, she has taken care of me all this time. I shouldn't doubt her.
"What if I want to find out?" Audry looked at me with cold eyes. "Then you're free to go." After that, she left my apartment and wouldn't come back.
300 days left.
Before I could step in the office today, I was held back by my supervisor. "A patient just came in, you're the only one who is free now, so go take a look after the doctor is finished." I nodded and walked down the hallway. The doctor just came out of room number 209. I walked up to him. "What is the situation?" "A gunshot near his heart. Miraculously survived. Needs someone to redress his wound two times a day." "Ok, got it." And I went in.
A man lay on his back with his eyes closed. His clothes were in disorder, but his uniform was hard to miss. Remember what Mrs. Kesly told you. No prejudice in this hospital. I closed my eyes for a minute before walking towards him. I prepared a glass of water for him and left.
I bumped into Darius when I was walking back to the office. "Sya, how about dinner tonight? My treat." "Tempting... but no." Darius seemed defeated with my answer, but he continued smiling anyway. Did he ever stop smiling? "What about lunch?" "I'm skipping lunch." I heard a sigh, but Darius still maintained a small smile on his lips. He really couldn't help it. "Why are you skipping lunch today? Don't you know that it very important to eat at least three meals a day?"
"I know, right now I'm using my right to choose..." I emphasized the word 'choose'. "...to skip lunch." And I walked away. I did skip lunch at noon, only drinking two cups of tea. I already ate enough breakfast anyway.
"Mrs. Kesly, when do I need to check on room 209 again?" My supervisor was lost in thought when I asked her, so I repeated my question for the second time. "Oh, around 3 o'clock." "How long do I need to do this?" "About a week or so." She started to get impatient, so I stopped asking more questions and got back to work.
I came back in the afternoon to redress the wound of the man in room 209. I hoped he would stay unconscious for the rest of the week, which would make everything much easier.
But I guess I was out of my luck for today because the man started to wake up. When he moved his arm, his sleeve revealed a purple-eyed lion. I was dumbstruck and my mind went blank.
I still hadn't decided if saving my life weighed up to killing my brother. If someone else would have found me, they would have long taken me as a prisoner because my father used to be one of the senators of Sencia.
I was thankful to him for doing that. For letting me be. However, he had to kill my brother. That made my heart go cold and I backed away immediately. Leaving Tyrell with a half-covered wound. Our eyes met, but he didn't seem to recognize me. Anger welled up in me because of his apathetic behavior. He shot my brother. In a moment of impulse, I grabbed a sharp object that was lying on the bedside table and pierced it through his left shoulder. He was shocked. I tried to run away, but he grabbed my wrist with his right hand. My body started to tremble and my eyes displayed fear. Why? I didn't do anything wrong. "Who are you?" I wouldn't answer him no matter what, but I could hear voices outside the door. Were they coming in?
Please, let them stay outside. I stopped giving attention to Tyrell and looked at the doorknob. This was a private hospital room, so there was no glass window next to the door. Calm down, Sya. Calm down.
Think about what to do. Wait a minute, why is Tyrell being silent?
When I turned around I saw that Tyrell had already passed out. No, he couldn't die yet. I took the sharp object out of his shoulder and dressed the wound. It would be suspicious that he had two wounds now. What if I claim this is what I saw when I came in? Would Tyrell cover for me? No, he wouldn't. I sat on the chair next to the hospital bed completely oblivious to the fact that Tyrell had already opened his eyes and was staring intently at her.