Silence, a complete silence, which I needed at the moment, but at the same time it was killing me. I was completely numb from yesterday, not getting how to lash out at every single person who was present over here.
It's been a day since Edgar called me, and the next thing I knew, I was rushing out of my cabin with anxiety. I never prayed once—not even once in my life. I strongly believe in hard work rather than praying and wasting time. We realize the value of things when the right time comes, and that's what happened to me. From the moment I stepped into my car unknowingly, I started praying the whole way till I reached the hospital.
When I entered the hospital ward, Edgar rushed my way and informed me Ralph was in the ICU. I wanted to question so many things, but words were struck. I am not able to comprehend anything. Ralph and the ICU were the only words I could grasp. I was in shock. Every emotion strongly started surging, and it started affecting me. I started shaking, and Edgar was even shocked at me to see me that way. When my legs started giving signs to give up, I occupied a nearby chair.
It's been a day, and I am glued to the same spot. My cell was ringing continuously, and I ignored every call, too dazed to acknowledge anything. Edgar walked toward me and took a seat beside me by forwarding a coffee cup. "You need energy; some nicotine will do good." I was brought back to the worst reality, which I am not able to admit. Without turning to Edgar, I spoke. "Why did you call me?" "I don't know, strange, right? When we heard the news, we rushed to the hospital. After a few hours, somehow, I managed to get your contact. I don't know why, but I wanted your presence over here." I wanted to ask why, but I was not keen to find out. Whatever shitty reason he had, I am glad he called me.
I started surveying the ward. It was a VIP ward with both shitty parents' presence, a few friends of Ralph, and of course, Asher trying his best to feel sad. That shitty bastard can fake anything, not the bloody emotional part, just like me. I hate to admit there are more contrasting features between us except feelings about Ralph. Whatever I am feeling is fucking real, unlike him.
How everyone was calm, especially Ralph's parents from yesterday, is beyond me. Considering their bloody history of forgiving that bastard every time, why am I even surprised by their calmness?
What happened to Ralph? Should I ask Edgar?
Once again, my gaze fell on Asher, who was irritated by something on his phone, annoyance all over his face. The reason.
I need to find out what happened. I got up from my seat; my legs were numb, so I stayed a few seconds to feel them, and I walked to the silent place. I dialed a number, and after a few minutes, I disconnected. Being in power always comes in handy if it doesn't make you happy. I made a few more calls including my assistant and made my way to the cafeteria.
When I was done with a meal, I was waiting for my assistant, who shortly arrived carrying my laptop. After instructing a few things, I dismissed him. I made my way to the ward.
Once again, my eyes fell on Asher, who was furiously typing something on his phone. He was the bloody reason, and anyone had barely done a thing to him. What a lucky asshole who gets away from anything just like that? That's fucking not fair, not to Ralph at least.
Anger started overwhelming me. I couldn't help but walk toward Asher. When he felt a presence, he took his eyes off the phone screen, which was facing me. He was annoyed but soon was masked by a smirk. He started smiling cunningly. "Don't you take a break from taking advantage of the situation?"
I was silent studying his features not even a hair-stand had been affected by the situation. I know what he means, and I fucking would do it if it was Ralph again and again. "You lost him again?" He was angry, and overall, his posture turned into a cold one, which didn't have any effect on me. "Mind your fucking business; stay away from mine and Ralph. I am tired of giving just oral threats to you; don't fucking tempt Reece."
Here we go with his bloody threat. Unlike him nothing had any effect on my posture, calmly I once again repeated my sentence. "Once again, you lost him." He was furious and wanted to yell and shoo me or something, but he was restraining himself. "Don't worry, I will have him in a matter of time. It's only a misunderstanding." I chuckled at that statement. "Misunderstanding about you?"
That came mockingly. Now he was fuming. "Listen, you pathetic loser, this will be the same thing I will repeat to your face over and over. Ralph is mind you can't have him. Whatever may be the case, I will fucking win over him, so stop sneaking and take a fucking break from our lives. Will you or should I make you?"
There was a satisfying smile running over his face, and my gaze turned into a cold one. I approached him closely with slow steps when I was close enough where I could reach his ear. I spoke. "Not this time; it's time for you to give up."
He was stunned by my retort, not at all expecting something so intimidating. I was satisfied with his reaction. "Did you just threaten me?"
He was still bewildered. I get it. I barely spoke to this asshole threat; not even I dream of giving one. "Trust me, I won't let Ralph fall for you again." "It's a fucking misunderstanding. Do you fucking think you earned a chance over me over a misunderstanding?" "With you, nothing is a misunderstanding. Good job you have controlled the media very well; no news about Ralph's hospitalization." "It's none of your business; our families discussed this. Why the hell am I clarifying something to you? Just go to your pathetic life and continue with it, will you?"
I sighed. I should have known he is a bloody leach and won't give up easily. He held the same confidence level—not even a cent percent shrunk, which only annoyed me, but strangely, it did not affect me like before. Edgar joined us with a worried expression. "This time I intend to keep my word. Watch me." With that, I stormed back to my seat. I wanted to cool off, so I buried myself at work.
At the end of the day, Ralph was out of danger and was shifted to the ward. The doctor also informed us that he is not interested in meeting anyone. "I am his fiancée; please inform him about me." "I am sorry he doesn't want to meet anyone at present; he clearly stated that." I am surprised at the same time I am not. I sighed. I want to know how he is doing so badly. I need to pull something out. The doctor declined including his parents' request, being defeated; they retrieved back to their places.
I stood there once they retreated. I approached the doctor, and after a few minutes of our discussion, he entered the ward. After a few seconds, the doctor came out and gave me approval for entering the ward. Everyone was in utter shock. I should have glanced at their faces to enjoy the view, but that's not important now. I exhaled the breath I was holding, thanking God. I entered with a broad smile, which immediately vanished after seeing Ralph connected to the IV.
My steps were slow, study, and within no time I was in front of him. I studied him for a few minutes. He looks pale; it's been a day. Did the hospital cause this, or was he pale from way before? That question can wait. The annoying sound that the monitor was making engulfed the room, and the IV that was connected to him was irritating me for lots of reasons. I hate to see him this way.
"You like shit." He chuckled at that. "I got to know now we should never take tablets more than prescribed to us." I chuckled at that. "I hope you oddly learned your lesson by experimenting on you." "I guess." "You should take a rest, and I am going to keep you company. Please don't argue." "I don't want anyone's company." "Please, I don't think you need those shitty people to enter, right? I am far better than them.
He grumbled something under his beneath, which didn't reach my ears. I wouldn't budge from this place no matter what, for sure. I walked out of the ward, and I could see everyone's expression was still shocked. I was tempted to smirk at them, but I had a long way ahead; this could wait. I collected my things and went inside the ward. I saw Ralph, who had already slept.
My inner voice 'Things are going to be more difficult; be prepared.' Of course, I deserved it. It's a long, long road. On the other hand, I want to mock back saying Ralph is no saint.
What is wrong with me he is a patient.