A few hours later Michael was once again settled into the bed at Razor's house. Liah held her breath and anxiously waited for Razor and his goons to leave the room. Seconds after they left she rushed over to her phone that was charging on a table, yanked it from the cord, and with anxious shaking fingers dialed David's number.
He answers on the second ring. "David!" She shouts eagerly. "Liah?" "Yes, it's me." "Where have you been? How have you been? The last time I called your phone, Razor said that you were sleeping like a baby." He said in a dry sarcastic tone.
"You sound as if you don't believe me, that bastard drugged me, that's why I was sleeping. When I woke up I realized the patient had taken a turn for the worse, so we had to take him to the hospital, I've been there ever since." She explains.
"You spend one week in the hospital?" He asks and she can still hear disbelief in his voice. "Yes, I just got back to Razor's house, he took my phone from me before I went to the hospital so I couldn't call you, I'm sorry David." She sobs.
"It is what it is, don't worry about it, so is the man awake now?" "Yes." "Good, does that mean you can come home now?" He asks in a dry tone.
"Well, Razor did say I'll be able to go home as soon as this man was awake so yes, I guess so." "Okay then, we'll just wait and see what happens. So how have you been doing?" "Not good, I miss you, my family, my life, my freedom…."
"I know what you mean, but hey, all we can do is let this thing play out, right?" "I guess…." She grumbles. "Alright then, keep in touch and let me know when you'll be home, I love you." "Do you mean that David because you sound as if you don't believe me.
I'm doing the best I can here and you're acting as if all this is my fault." she cries. "I didn't say that, I'm sorry okay, I'm just frustrated and tired and angry….." "So am I David! How do you think I feel, I'm stuck in this hell hole, Satan's layer and there's nothing I can do about it." She cried tears running down her face.
"I know okay, I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm sorry, just do what you have to alright, stay safe, and come home to me soon please." "Okay." She sobs as he ends the call. She then runs into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
She was in the bathroom for quite a while before she came back out. She seems more calm and composed as she walks toward his bed. She took a deep breath as she began taking his vitals. "Do you wish to speak about it?" He asks his voice deep, calm, controlled, and full of concern.
She sighs heavily but shakes her head no. He nods slowly before closing his eyes. "Michael?" She calls softly and he slowly opens his eyes. "That's not my name." He said firmly.
"Do you remember your real name?"
"No."
"Then how do you know your name isn't Michael?" "It sounds foreign. Why was I given the name Michael?" He asks. "Well, because you have a small 'M' tattooed behind your right ear." She informs him. "So, you don't like the name Michael?" she asks, noting his vitals in his file.
"I don't dislike it; I just know it isn't mine. Where exactly am I?" He asks looking through the window. "You're in St Elizabeth." She answers putting a bottle of water with a straw at his mouth so he could sip slowly.
"St. E-li-za-beth." He repeats breaking the word into four parts. "Is a state?" he asked. "A state? No, you see, you're on the Island of Jamaica. Now Jamaica has fourteen parishes, one of which is St Elizabeth." She explains.
"An Island?" "Yes, a tropical Island to be exact." "Which explains the sun." He said still looking through the window. "Beautiful isn't it? It can get very hot here, especially now during the summer" She adds.
"Which would make you a beautiful tropical Island princess." He states. "You think I'm beautiful?" She asks blushing.
"No."
"You don't think I'm beautiful?" She asks feeling hurt and embarrassed.
"No, not think, fact." He said between shallow breaths.
"Wait you're saying you know for a fact that I'm beautiful?" She asks surprised by his words. "But you don't even know me." "My- eyes work perfectly." "Very unusual eyes if I should say so myself, I have never seen eyes like yours, so what do you find beautiful about me?" She asks still blushing, she was quite eager to hear his answer.
This man is gorgeous beyond words, even with all his cuts, bruises, and swellings and for him to think, no, say for a fact that she was beautiful, well that was saying a lot. She thought glancing around the room to avoid meeting his intense dark gaze.
"The color of your skin, the color of your eyes, your hair, the way you always bite your bottom lip, your pretty white teeth, and what I can see of your personality." He said in his deep sexy voice.
"Even-tho-tho-…" "Though." She said giving him the word he was searching for." "Yes, thank you, though. Even though it is painful for you….to be here…..away from your love…ones. Thank you…for caring….for me." He said in a grateful tone.
"You're welcome but…."
"Oh good, you two are getting along." Anthony said entering the room and putting her suitcase in a corner of the room. "Then you won't mind staying a little longer then." He said leaning against a table.
"What? What do you mean by that?" she asked and Michael could hear shock, panic, and disbelief all rolled into one, in that question.
"Well Razor said that you're now responsible for taking care of this man's every need, bathing, feeding, etc, etc…" Anthony said rolling his eyes.
"What? That lying…..oooh…..he said I could go home as soon as this man was awake." She fumes angrily while narrowing her eyes at her brother. "Well, and I'm quoting his words right now. She walks out of here when he does."
"He can't do this! She shouts slamming her fists on a table. "Oh, he can and if you know what's good for you and me, you had better not tell him he can't," Anthony said in a warning tone.
"But on the other hand, I don't see what the problem is. I mean yes you're away from Mama and Zoey for a while, big deal, they're healthy and fine plus you've been slaving away at the hospital for months at least now you're getting some well-needed rest, plus you're getting three meals a day and you're okay…."
"For how long Anthony?! Until Razor's enemies break in here and shoot the place up, or until Razor or his goons get horny and come after me and defile me for life? I don't want to be here! This place disgusts me!" "I know, half the people in this house don't want to be here but you're just going to have to deal with it or he'll put a bullet in my head, is that what you want?"
"No," She grumbles. "Then just chill, take it one day at a time, and do what you've to. I'll try and keep you as safe as I can for as long as I can." He assures her.
"Now as for your idiot boyfriend, he's fine too, all his parts are working but look at this man. His four limbs are broken; he's still recovering from a few broken ribs and brain surgery for crying out loud; he needs you a lot more than Mama, Zoey or your idiot boyfriend does right now; hell, he needs you more now than when he was asleep, am I wrong or right?"
"Right," She grumbles again glancing at Michael who was quietly listening to their conversation. "Alright then, you're a nurse and a damn good one, so do your thing. The sooner you get him better, the sooner you can go back to your precious David so that he can whisper sweet nothings in your ear." He said rolling his eyes again.
"And another thing, don't look so mortified about the fact that you've to give him a sponge bath now and then. You may be a virgin but I know, you know what a cock looks like." He chuckles. "Anthony! How crude." She said throwing a cushion at him.
"Hey come on, the man is lying here bored out of his mind, if we don't entertain him, who will?" Anthony laughs running from the room.
"A Tropical Island Virgin Princess," Michael states softly and her head snaps to him and sees a weak smile on his face. "Don't you start?" She warns, narrowing her eyes at him. "You do that a lot." He said still smiling. "What?" "That thing, with your eyes."
"Only when I'm angry and I'm very angry right now but not at you, someone did this to you; you didn't ask for any of this and you certainly didn't ask to be saved by the lowest form of scum on the face of this earth'; it's just that…"
"You miss your loved ones." He finishes for her when her voice trails off. "Yes I do, very much, and that bastard Razor. I can't stand him." She fumes. "Stand him?" He asks confused.
"It means; I don't like him." She translates. "I don't like him, I told him I don't like him." "You told him that, to his face?" She asks in both panic and shock. "He was glaring at me when I said it, so….yes." "No-no-no, you don't know the kind of cold-blooded monster Razor is. You can't say things like that to him, he'll hurt you." "He did apply pressure to my ribs after I told him, his way of inflicting pain. I have a high pain tolerance. It does not affect my con-cen-tra-tion." He said breaking the word apart slowly.
"Is that something you remembered?" She asks giving him more water. "No." He said after a few more sips. "Something I just learned. My head and entire body are in immense pain but it does not hinder me from having a rational con-ver-sa-tion with you." He said.
"I noticed, just promise me from now on that you won't tell that monster exactly what you're thinking. I'm afraid of what he'll do to you." "I should lie?" "Not lie, just not so blatantly honest, it's for your good, and well, for all of us really." She snorts.
"Ok, I will con-si-ther it." "You mean to consider?" She corrects him. "Yes." He nods slowly. "Tell me about your Island prince." He said softly.
Verse for Thought
(Psalms 44: 4-5)
Ans to the riddle from Ch 7
What do you get when two Dinosaurs collide?
Ans: Tyrannosaurus wrecks
Did you get that one, weird right?
Okay here's another one
What do you call a small wound?
Ans at the end of Ch 9
Good luck my friends.