"Why did I get a second birth? Do I need to face them again? Do I need to prove myself? No, he didn't trust me, and there is no way I am going to prove myself to him. If he loved me, he should understand me and trust me, which he didn't. Now, I don't have any kind of relationship with him, Kaira, or Kaylee. I will go away from him and leave my life all to myself. I can't stay in the same place as him. What if he really comes in front of me?" I questioned myself, but I decided to stay silent and neutral even if I met him in the future.
After some time, the nurse came back into my room and checked on me. "I will allow you to complete your tests in a few minutes. Be prepared for it, and after that, you can take some food," she said, helping me sit in the wheel chair and then guiding me towards the lift, probably.
She took me directly to a room, and then she asked me to go to someone who had a prescription left for me. She showed that paper to someone, and after reviewing it, he nodded his head.
"Can you please arrange for all of her tests to be done here? She is too weak to roam around," the nurse asked, and he nodded his head, showing his thumbs.
I sat silently, observing everything, and every corner of the hospital was screeching with richness. He waited a month, ordered someone to enter his room, and then gave him a few more orders. After that, the nurse thanked him and turned around, looking towards me.
"You need to get some blood tests, and he will be here within five minutes to collect your sample." After finishing the call, he turned towards me and scrutinized me from head to toe. Even though he has only seen me normally, I felt uncomfortable, which made me twist in my chair.
The nurse who got me to observe me shifting with uncomfort has slapped his head and said, "Which will you stop observing the patents like this? She is feeling uncomfortable."
"Haha, what should I do? Being in this profession for a long time, I've gotten used to analyzing patients' conditions even before performing examinations on them. And as you already know, my prediction never came true," he said with a frown.
As I listened to him speak, I felt tongue-tied; how could I convey that my ex-boyfriend was to blame instead of him? How should I tell him that he took away my innocence? I need to tell him that I was forced to marry my boyfriend on the very day we were supposed to tie the knot. How should I tell him that my boyfriend has left a scar on my heart that can't be forgotten or erased forever? How should I tell him that I was just overlooking things? I just looked at him with mixed thoughts in my head, and I forgot that I was in the hospital, and my eyes were standing on him without a blink. I was lost in my train of thought until he slightly shifted me from my place.
I looked back at the nurse pushing me forward, and she nodded her head in acknowledgement. "What are you thinking so much about? Don't take him wrong; he is just habituated to analyze the patient's condition. So he observed you like that," she explained, attempting to console me or support one of her colleagues, and I am not sure what she was thinking. I nodded my head in a manner that suggested I understood what she was saying.
She helped me shift from the wheel chair to the bed to let those scans happen. Although I am currently feeling significantly better, I jerked when she touched me. Strangers touching me make me uncomfortable, and I find it hard to let go after facing them. What Kaira did and said hurt me like hell more than what Mike did.
If Mike wounded me personally, Kaira was the one who was responsible for my condition today. She is the one who stabbed with a knife and also stabbed without knowledge. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to keep the pain at bay.
"We will perform some tests on you and I am sure that there are no more complaints from you. Hope for the best," he said while applying some gel to my stomach. I didn't notice when the top of my dress moved up a bit, letting the bare skin come into contact. I turned my head to the side, knowing he was just doing bib work, but still, when he touched me, I felt fresh pain and old memories hugging me tightly, not allowing me to take a breath.
The nurse held my hand in hers, as if she understood my pain and what I was going through, but I also knew she was just doing her job. After that, he performed some tests on me, then nodded his head to the nurse. She helped me clean myself up and made me sit back in the wheelchair.
"I have given her some medicine so she can sleep. Give her food as soon as possible," he said, to which she nodded her head. After that, another person approached me and took my blood. He then turned to her and said, "Reports will be prepared by evening. I will send it to the reception collection from there."
"Ok," she answered, then took me back to my cabin. She and I slept on the bed, and I wanted to get some food for myself. I started observing my room, and I felt like it was the hospital of any hotel room. There is one couch in the corner of the room, a small fridge, and a small bed. If not for the medical equations, I would have felt like I was in a hotel room. She came back with some soup and chicken salad. I silently swallowed everything, knowing I couldn't go back and have to lead Thai life.
She gave me some medicine, and after taking it, I fell asleep. The day went by, and in the evening, reports came. The doctor checked those, and after thoroughly checking me, she turned to face me, saying,
"I am happy to say that you are perfectly fit and fine. You can go back. Tomorrow morning, she will complete the procedures, and you can leave immediately because it's already late in the evening. Stay back here for tonight."
I nodded my head with a smile.