I woke up by someone entering the ward, and it was a nurse who came to check on Ralph, who was still sleeping. I yawned. Damn, another fresh day. After checking on him, she exited the ward, and I made my way toward Ralph; this time I approached his bed to get a close-up look at his pale features. I chuckled when I took my own time; whatever, maybe his features; it didn't affect the way I felt about him. Damn him.
I went to freshen up, and by the time I was back, my assistant was in the ward with food and fresh clothes. I nodded at him, and by dropping everything, he exited the ward.
After having breakfast, I started to make some important calls. As I was on the call, I started to get some notifications. After disconnecting the call, I started to check the same.
'Why the hell am I not even surprised? Once a cheater, always a fucking cheater; besides, he cheated twice, for fuck's sake.'
I heard a whimper from Ralph, and I was near him in no time. He slowly opened his eyes to meet mine, taken aback. Soon he came to the current reality only to end up rolling his eyes.
I called the doctor, who came in no time and checked on Ralph. He gave a satisfying smile and informed Ralph about his parents and bloody fiancée waiting for him outside. Ralph didn't object this time, and within no time, the ward was full of insects.
I occupied the couch to continue working on my laptop as I hate family shows. As much as I hate it, live telecasts will somehow get your attention. His mother burst into tears as she saw Ralph lying on the bed and his dad consoling her. Asher and his family were standing on opposite sides and crying, except Asher, who looked lost, genuinely lost. Did he mask his emotions outside? He couldn't hold to his mask when he faced Ralph, I guess. Whatever this feels like, it is real. I mean his emotions. His friends were behind Ralph's parents, who were waiting for their turns.
Ralph's face was static; no emotions were running on his face for a few minutes. As seconds passed, he was affected by his parent's tears, especially from his mom, which were flowing like a free fall. I was engrossed by this family drama and the next thing I knew, I had abandoned my work completely.
His mother, what's her name again? I took out my cell to Google it. It's Sofia and Devin, his father. I only got to know their name now, as I didn't give a mind to them before because my main focus was only Ralph, nothing besides him, not even his parents and pests called friends.
We were on a commercial break coming back to the show. Ralph wiped her tears, and she hugged him tightly. I was annoyed. He was still fragile. She was bombarding him with questions; Ralph was silent the whole time. Sooner or later, they will find out using my tactics or his pests going to fill the information if I am not wrong.
It was his father's turn, who is no less than his wife. He hugged his son tightly, unlike his mother, who was whispering soothing words to his son. After the duo was done, his friends approached him; everyone at a time tightly embraced him. They are going to murder him by suffocating him for sure.
When everyone was done, they started to glare at Asher, who didn't give a damn to them and just shrugged in return, including his parents. The audacity of this bastard I like it oddly. Asher's mother let her name be unknown forever. Who fucking cares, right? She was also in tears, caressing Ralph's hair with no words, and the same goes for his dad.
I wanted to take another commercial break as I needed to use the washroom, but I controlled it. I am not going to miss out on a single thing, nope. The glaring competition was still going on. "We need to give them some privacy." If any were left, I wanted to reply to that statement of Asher's mom, but Ralph's mother beat me by scoffing. "We still don't know the reason, but I am a hundred percent sure your son is the reason." No one knows the reason great. What's with the glaring competition?
"They are engaged. Lots of things happen between couples; we should never involve ourselves. Things will only get difficult if we are involved." I rolled my eyes, noticed by none. "We have every right to know the reason; till then, they need to take a break from each other." Bravo, woman, some sense after all. "Let them talk for a few minutes at least." She was begging for her pathetic son. Lady, trust me, he is a gone case.
"I don't want to talk to anyone; please leave me alone." That came in a hoarse voice by Ralph, and the drama came to an end. Everyone was sad, and Ralph's mother's tears were not going to die anytime soon; I am sure of that. His pests hugged him one last time and exited the cabin, followed by both parents.
Asher was staring at Ralph, who was resting by closing his eyes. He was opening his mouth to speak something but holding back God knows for what reasons. There was no hope in his eyes, and his confidence seemed to be shattering. He was in tears. What? I was stunned for a second; he was in tears without using glycerin. I feel him really; it isn't any acting, and I pray whatever he is showing doesn't reach Ralph. He can't be lucky every time; that's not fair.
It's been a few minutes since Asher was in the same position, and thank God, Ralph's even breathing was the only relief thing for the moment.
I don't want them to have any conversation at present. As I already concluded, he is pathetic in decision-making when he is bloody perfect. In the given condition, I won't be surprised if he started hugging, begging, and crawling back to this bastard. A disaster daymare is only Ralph's capable of giving one, and I would be, as usual, on the receiving end with or without anything involved, I mean feelings.
How the hell is it even possible that I am in the relationship, or I am not, but the disaster would be on the same level? Goddammit.
The guy lying on this hospital bed swore to ruin me from the day I laid my eyes on him. It was just a crush, and he was in a relationship. So many things gave me hints to back off and mind my bloody business to concentrate on the goal that I had dreamt of from my childhood. I, being bloody hotheaded, followed my feelings and am still doing the same. Oh god, I am pathetically stuck, and I can imagine how my mom is smiling evilly.
What next?
I was still staring at Asher without blinking; his miserable state was not feeding anything in me. It should make me stronger because I never once witnessed this face of his in my life, granted I met him only a few times, and every time he made me vulnerable. This state is something I am accustomed to, but with him considering his background and life, I am in shock. How many seconds, minutes, or hours can he portray this pathetic state? Once he stepped out of this ward then? I can bet on it: one hour, that's it, and the old bastard will be back with new scheming. The reason why I am not happy with anything.
My eyes were on Ralph, who was sleeping peacefully. So many feelings started stirring at a time, and I couldn't show any mercy on him even if he was in the hospital bed. Just I couldn't.
What the hell are everyone's problems in this room? One is pathetically stuck and gives in so easily; the other bastard always takes advantage and ends up doing the same thing, and the other one is too cowardly to do anything. Oh god, I didn't do that. Did I just….
I was stunned on the spot with eyes wide open when the word was left. It was too late to take it back.
My breathing was uneven, and I ran toward the washroom. There was a battle of thoughts running, and I started repeating I was not at the same time splashing water on my face. My hands were shaking, still murmuring the same sentence.
I am not getting am I trying to convince myself or trying to prove my mom was wrong?
My gaze fell on the mirror, and soon I averted it, afraid I would break the mirror. This is new, afraid of facing my own reflection. Why the hell does it feel like it's taunting me? Again, the words I am not, were on my lips, and I ended up agreeing with I am.
The door opening and closing was heard. Thank God I really needed a break from this bastard.
The other one is stuck and a bloody coward too afraid to go after what he wants and too afraid to fight for it.
Was Ralph not worth fighting? My mom's question: He is, my answer, and to prove my answer, I had done nothing. I had convinced myself by weighing the pros and cons, but still.
Would Ralph choose me over Asher?
Did I dare to find the answer?