EDEN'S POV
I arrived at the hospital pharmacy and there was one person at the counter. An old lady was there, slowly unpacking her papers and unfolding too many little papers. The girl behind the counter seemed to be very patient with her, for she looked on without any hint of frustration, and even helped the lady with some of her papers.
I was starting to get really uneasy. The waiting was too long.
"Is there no other person serving?" I asked in annoyance.
"I'm sorry sir, my colleague will be back in a minute. Can I have a look at your prescription in the meantime?"
"I am in a hurry, I need to be served soon!" I shouted angrily.
"Of course, sir." She smiled.
I handed over my prescription to her with a demand, "its urgent, treat it with urgency."
"Yes sir," the girl answered. Then she went to the old woman and quickly looked through her papers. She seemed to have found what she was looking for, for she immediately typed something on her laptop, and handed over a small bottle to the old woman.
The woman said something in gratitude before she walked slowly away.
"I'll be with you soon, sir," the girl smiled at me and started typing away on her laptop. She packed some medicine for me. She suddenly stopped and frowned, while looking at the prescription.
"What is it?" I asked her.
Startled, she smiled at me and said "it's nothing. I just realize that we don't have one of the medicines here, but I can dash and collect it from upstairs."
"Can't we just do without it?" I really needed to leave the place.
"We can't, because it is the most important of all the medicines prescribed here. Without it, it's as good as we haven't administered anything." She stated as a matter of fact.
"Tell me, from the medicine written there, does it show that the child is really sick? I mean, is the child really about to die?" I asked the awkward question.
She looked at the piece of paper for a while and said, "ummm, I think the child is really unwell. This medicine, this one in particular, is usually administered to children when they are seriously sick. Where is the child? Is the child admitted in a hospital?" she frowned.
"The child is at home. Don't worry about that, get me everything on that prescription as soon as possible."
"Of course, sir". She smiled at me. "Let me quickly grab the other one from upstairs."
"Be fast!" I commanded.
The young lady simply nodded her head and swiftly left and ran out through a door behind her desk. I wanted her to come back as soon as possible. I needed to leave the place.
SOMEWHERE IN A FAR AWAY COUNTRY
At the same time, in a far away country, a couple was booked in one of the world's most expensive hotels. After the waiter had just delivered a bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon 1992; the two tossed to new beginnings, and enjoyed their wine.
"We should get ourselves a beautiful new home. I want something small and cozy", the wife smiled.
"Anything for you my love," the husband smiled back.
And just at that time, his phone rang. He did not like disturbances, but he took the call anyway.
"Huh? When did this happen? Really? Ok, let me check it." He spoke.
"What happened?", the wife asked.
"Honey, that body was not the de Milo boy. We just took the money and immediately flew off to a holiday. We should have waited for DNA results. Oh honey, what shall we do?"
"Oh no! How much of the money have we used so far?" the woman panicked.
The man did not respond. He was busy searching for the news online. Of course, it was the trending topic. He read it with wide eyes. The body belonged to a Dan Arrow, a student of the Yellowleaf University. No; it was not Dylan de Milo. The DNA test was negative. It was some guy murdered for only God knows what reason. The wife looked on to read the same news. It was there, all over social media. Everyone was talking about it. They kept looking at each other. The man re-read some parts of the article. He failed to believe his eyes.
"How did we miss this? It's been trending for a few days," the man's voice was hoarse and full of fear.
"Close the wine bottle, close it now," she urged. "Excuse me!", she called over for a waiter.
"Yes ma'am", the waiter smiled.
"Please can we return this wine bottle? We don't need it anymore!" she said in a rude tone.
"Oh, you have opened it already?", the waiter smiled.
"So what if we opened it? Shall you force us? We don't need it!!" her voice screeched.
"Shh, honey wait, calm down.", the husband coerced. "Please excuse us", he spoke to the waiter. The waiter nodded his head and silently excused himself.
The moment they were left alone, the woman turned to her husband and hissed angrily, "it was your idea to come to this expensive hotel!! Now here we are, ordering the most expensive wine in this hotel!! We will need to sell our car and work for a full year before we can afford to pay for this wine!! Oh no!! what have we done?"
"Wait honey, let me get in touch with that lawyer friend of mine. Let me hear what the way forward should be" he did his best to remain calm.
"Jail? Will we be arrested? But we didn't steal it, did we? I regret ever making up with you and coming up with this crazy idea!!" she wailed.
The man, remaining composed, dialed his friend's number, and it continued to ring without anyone picking it. He left a voice message, asking the lawyer to urgently get in touch with him.
And in the evening of the same day, while the couple was standing at the reception and processing their check out, he received a message. With gloomy faces, they both quickly checked to see a message from their lawyer friend, "can I call you now?".
Instead of responding to the message, the man dialed his friend's number immediately.
He quickly narrated their ordeal and his friend waited for him to finish before he said, "I knew about it. I saw the news and I immediately thought of you. So I did my research and believe me, I managed to talk to a lawyer from the Rockridge Law Firm about that case."
"You…you did?" the man gasped.
"Not officially. I spoke to the lady as a friend. And she told me…."
"She said what? The de Milos obviously want their money back! Where on earth will I get…."
"Will you just listen," the friend said.
"Ok please tell me. What did they say?" the man's knees were beginning to feel weak.
"The de Milos said you may keep the money. They're grateful that you tried to help, even though the man was not their son. When I heard that, I had to go in and stand as your lawyer, and it was confirmed that you may keep the money. I will give you full information upon your return, and I expect you to pay me for my services. Enjoy the holiday"
"Of course we will pay you handsomely! Bye!.... Honey! Honey we can keep it!!" he updated his wife. He really did not need to, anyway, for she was listening in on the conversation, and she heard every word loud and clear.
"Please don't check us out anymore. We will be here for a fortnight! Book us for the night cruise, for tomorrow. And please, may the waiter bring us another bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon 1992. We will be waiting in our room... Is that what you want honey, or we may get you something different?" The man went on and on.
She hung her head lazily and smiled. Prior to the trip, the couple had been busy researching on expensive wines and foods; so she had memorized a few. "How about a Chateau Cheval Blanc 1947," she said with a smile.
"Chateau Cheval Blanc 1947 for my lady!" he said with glee.
"I'll get room service to get your orders!" the receptionist called out after them, for they were already a few steps away from the reception. The couple held hands as they walked happily towards the elevator.
"I love you honey", she whispered.
"And I love you too", he beamed with joy.