There were too many things that I wanted to bring to the limelight almost immediately but I've decided to relax and wait a bit so that I didn't look like I was pushing too hard. If anyone had such a perception of me then it was going to ruin my mysticism. Annie played the dutiful friend by wiping my forehead with a napkin even though I didn't feel hot in any way That was just her way of supporting me and I was pretty impressed by the new development. After waiting for some time, I suddenly decided to take a deep breath and try to understand what the hell was going on.The room went silent on my grandmother walked in. "Don't tell me that he is still trying to come up? He is doing a lot more than I expected him to. Annie, what didn't you inform me when you arrived?" I rolled my eyes at her provocative tone. What the hell did she think she was doing to a girl who had no explanations to tender to her? It wasn't her fault in any way, shape, or form about whatever was going on here, and

I gathered my thoughts together, overthinking things would do me no good. As much as I was hurt by my grandmother’s words, I would do just as she said.If it was my wealth she wanted, she would get it. “So?” My grandma uttered with a coy smile playing on her face.I barely had time to react as I swung my legs over the side of the hospital bed. Slowly, I pushed myself up, ignoring the stiffness in my limbs. My movements were slow but deliberate. My jaw tightened as I shifted close to face her, a flicker of pain spread through my face, but of course she could care less.My hospital gown hung loosely on my frame, the IV still attached to my wrist, yet none of it slowed me down."SIf that's what you want Grandma,” I said coolly, “ give me your account number then.” My voice was hoarse but firm. "I'll clear everything–everything."She froze, gripping the hem of her dark green sweater. “Jordan, you just woke up, you don’t have to—”"Send it," I repeated with my voice stronger than befor

A dull headache pant in my head, and beneath my closed eyelid the world felt distant like I was floating in some murky state between consciousness and oblivion. I could hear voices though muffled at first like they were speaking through thick layers of fog. But when I widened my ear the clarity of the words spread in and I recognized the voice as Annie and Josh. “I say we split it fifty-fifty.” Josh’s voice came laced with amusement. “Fifty-fifty?” Annie scoffed. “Are you insane? I’ve been here longer I should get at least sixty” Josh snorted “you do realize I do things around here right you’re just…..”I turned them out, my pulse pounding in my head. Are they seriously dividing up my belongings? I wasn’t even dead yet. A wave of nausea rolled through me followed by something worse, maybe realization. There were the people I’d trusted. The people I’d let into my life. And here they were already deciding how to carve up what I own like vultures over a fresh carcass. Somethin

My phone vibrated on the nightstand beside me for the hundredth time today. I didn’t bother looking at the caller ID. It didn’t matter who it was. I wasn’t answering. They should keep wondering. They should think I was dead. The world outside my private suite was spiraling into Chaos and I watched it all unfold. My laptop sat open on my lap, illuminating the funky-lit room as I scrolled through the last ear headline. Where is Jordan? Did the doctor kill him and cover it up? The hospital refused to comment. What are they huffing? The theories ranged from absurd to almost laughably dramatic. Some claimed I had died and the hospital was confronting it to avoid a lawsuit. Others were convinced I had staged my disappearance to escape a scandal. The wilder theories painted 𝑀e as a victim of some underground mafia or secret government experiment. I smirked, people lived a good mystery. But while I was entertained the doctor was falling apart. His band was all over the news, his rep

Jordan’s reflexes kicked in the instant that Roslyn’s knees buckled. He darted forward, catching her just before she hit the floor. Sliding his arms around her quaking body, he lowered her a bit so that he could steady her little body against his chest."Roslyn! Hey, stay with me,” he said urgently, his voice tinged with concern.She was gasping for breath, of course, and her fingers, so bony and insubstantial, gripped his sleeve as if she were trying to anchor herself in reality. He looked at her face, her eyes wide, shock wiped across it, her lips moving but the words trapped inside. He had no idea what had gotten under her skin so badly.“You’re burning up,” he said, murmuring as he pressed the back of his hand to her forehead and assessed her condition quickly. He wasted no time, retrieving a small flask of water from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and bringing it to her lips. "Drink this," he blurted.She took small sips, and then weakly shook her head. “That mark…” she whisper