I stand in the hallway. Watching the nurses and doctors work on Ryan. It is more traumatic than I would have imagined.
Feeling powerless is the worst part of it. I cannot do anything. I slept when I needed to be awake.
My phone rings. I look at the screen to see that it is Andrew calling. He gets an automatic alert every time Ryan's machines gives off an alarm.
I answer the phone but no words come out of my mouth. I cannot even speak.
Andrew asks if he needs to come to the hospital. Once again I cannot even answer him. It is quiet for a moment and then he tells me that he is on his way. The call ends and I am left standing in the hallway alone, again.
I watch as the nurses rush in and out of Ryan's room. And then the disconnect the machines and push him out of the room in a hurry. The practically run to the operating room. I can feel the blood draining from my face.
A doctor hurridly tells me that they are taking him back to the operating room. He says something about respatory failure and then he runs after the nurses that took Ryan away.
I am still standing in the hallway, completely stunned, when Andrew appears next to me. He is out of breath and I can see that he ran every step he took to get here.
"What's happening?" He asks me. His eyes are wide and questioning.
I try to tell him that they are taking Ryan back to the operating room but the words will not come out of my mouth. Andrew puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes gently. He then turns to find a nurse who could tell him what is going on.
I turn to go sit on the bench mounted to the wall again.
A nurse walks past me. She is dressed in full operating theater attire. She has long blue pants on and sneakers that is covered with disposable slip on socks. She is wearing a matching blue top and her hair is tied back in a tight bun. She has black hair. Over her hair she has a head covering that ties behind her head. It is the same blue as her clothes. With all of this she is wearing a blue hospital mask over her mouth. The only real piece of her that is visible is her eyes.
Her eyes are heavily made up. She has thick black eyeliner and thicker black mascara. As she walks past me she pulls hospital gloves onto her hands. She looks at me and smiles. I cannot see her mouth but from the look in her eyes I can see her smiling.
I immediately feel uncomfortable when she walks past me. Something is really off about her. I watch as she walks through the doors leading to the operating theater.
I get up and walk to Andrew. Andrew is busy talking to a nurse.
He looks at me and then turns his attention back to the nurse.
"Andrew" I try to speak to him but it comes out as a mere whisper.
"Andrew." I manage to say a little louder. Andrew holds a hand up to the nurse and turns to me.
"A strange woman just entered the Operating room. She was fully dressed before she entered and she gave me a creepy smile when she passed me. I think it is Marcella." I tell Andrew. Andrew immediately looks towards the nurse who then quickly rushes towards her phone.
She calls the operating theater and talks to one of the nurses who answers the phone. The nurse assures her that everything is in order and all the nurses in the operating theater are well known to her. The nurse puts the phone down and tells Andrew. The nurse looks pleased with herself and she relaxes. Andrew looks at me and I shake my head.
"Was it Marcella that answered the phone?" I ask
Andrew turns to the nurse.
"Do you know the nurse who answered?" he asks her. The nurse suddenly goes pale again. She dials security and Andrew starts running towards the operating theater. The doors are locked from inside and he cannot open them.
Security and some nurses rush to the locked doors. They bypass the lock system and barge into the operating theater. As they enter the theater, Marcella tries to get out.
The doctors operating on Ryan is screaming for everyone to get out. They are unable to operate in the chaos.
The security guards catches Marcella and slams her to the ground. They take off her hair cover and mask. I stare at her in disbelief. I cannot believe this woman is alive.
She stares at me with her hard cold eyes. I feel them piercing right through me. The security helps her to her feet while holding her hands behind her back.
Every machine in the operating room start to sound an alarm. The doctors yell at each other to try to stabalize Ryan. There is almost more chaos now than before. The doors close and the sound of the chaos in the operating theater drowns out.
Andrew comes to stand beside me. Marcella looks at him and gives him a sarcastic smile. She is then pulled away by the security and handed over to the police officer.
I look at Andrew. He is as white as a sheet. Greyson and Brandon come running into the hallway just as Marcella is escorted out of the building. They both stop in their tracks and watch as she leaves. I can see Greyson clenching his fists next to his body. I am sure he wants to strangle her himself. If I was the officer I would allow it.
After Marcella is out of sight the two men walk towards us.
"How is Ryan?" Brandon asks Andrew.
"We have no idea. We wait for the doctors to come out. She caused quite a stir in the theater." he tells them.
For the next few hours we sit and wait for Ryan to come out of the theater. When the doctors come out they tell us that it was touch and go but they managed to save Ryan. He will now be in a secure ICU unit.
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It takes about two months before Ryan is discharged from hospital. It has become a family joke that you need to put Ryan in hospital to make him rest.
Greyson is still suffering with the loss of Ellie. He has taken up drinking and usually comes to any family gathering already drunk.
Brandon and Bailey got married as soon as they could. Ryan was still in the hospital. The two of them got married in court. Nothing fancy at all.
Ava refused to skimp on a wedding. She is planning the wedding of the century.
Ryan and I have not yet discussed a wedding. The only thing we did discuss regarding the wedding is that we are going to wait until everyone else is married so we can have our time and peace while arranging our wedding.
It is a bright sunny morning when Ryan joins me on the balcony of our large penthouse apartment. I love having breakfast on the balcony. It is the only quiet time in my day. The rest of the day I am running around managing most of Ryan's business. I have become the most expensive personal assistant in his firm. He doesn't actually pay me. I just know I cost him a lot of money. He spoils me rotten and I get everything I ask for.
Ryan still has a bit of difficulty walking. He shuffles closer with the newspaper in hand. He likes reading the paper on the balcony. I hate when the wind blows the paper. I dont read the newspaper at all.
Ryan opens the paper in the business section. He really doesn't read the paper at all. He could just as well take the business section out and discard the rest.
As he holds the paper up to read it, the headline on the front page catches my eye.
MURDERING MOTHER OF BILLIONAIRE QUADRUPLETS ESCAPES PRISON