She woke up to the sound of a gentle knock on the hospital room door. Groggily, she sat up and rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the sleep. A nurse entered the room, looking sympathetic.
"There's a black car waiting for you outside," the nurse said softly. "Someone is here to pick you up."
She was taken aback, confusion etched on her face. "What? Who is it?"
The nurse hesitated before responding, "I'm not sure, but they're waiting for you."
She threw off the covers and got out of bed, her mind racing with questions. Who could be waiting for her? And why?
As she made her way to the hospital entrance, she saw the black car parked outside, its engine running. And then she saw him - the same man from yesterday, standing beside the car, his expression unreadable.
"Get in," he said curtly, opening the door for her. "We're going somewhere."
"Where are we going?" she asked, but he just repeated, "Get in. No questions."
She hesitated for a moment, but something about his tone made her comply. As they drove through the streets, she bombarded him with questions. "What's going on? What's happening?"
"You're getting married," he replied flatly. "You're going to sign a marriage certificate."
Her eyes widened in shock. "What? Who am I marrying?"
He didn't respond, just kept driving until they arrived at a courthouse. She entered the building in a daze, her heart racing with anxiety.
And then she saw it - the marriage certificate, already signed by the groom. Her heart sank, realizing she wouldn't even get to meet the person she was marrying.
With trembling hands, she signed the certificate, feeling like she was in a nightmare.
As they drove back to the hospital, she demanded answers. "What's going to happen now? What's going on?"
The man just asked for her phone number, promising to send her a text message with instructions. And with that, she was left with more questions than answers.