The clacking of Megan's heels came to an abrupt halt in front of the attendant and Amy, and her anger immediately burst out like boiling hot lava. "How horribly inefficient is this hospital?" she shouted, her voice dripping with frustration. "It has been so long, and the patient's details haven't yet been logged into the system even till now. Do you know how much difficulty I had to face in finding him? Because apparently, your receptionist has no idea which patient has even been brought in!"To her credit, the attendant simply refused to bow down in the face of Megan's anger, and met her gaze without a trace of fear in her body language. "Excuse me, ma'am? Who are you with?" she retorted.Megan pointed angrily towards the door marked, her frustration reaching its peak. "Room 216, of course!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with indignation.But before Megan could unleash the full force of her fury, the attendant cut her off with a pointed rebuttal. "Well, then you would be please
Finally, she had managed to get rid of the nuisance named Amy, although she was quite a difficult one to deal with. At one point, Megan felt like she herself would have to shove and push this woman away in order to make her leave.But thankfully, she had a little bit of shame left in her body, and left on her own. Although even that wasn't before creating more drama by crying for attention.Anyway, Megan entered the ward with a calculated expression, her mask of concern hiding the satisfaction she felt at having removed Amy from the equation. She approached Jack's bedside, her expression appropriately worried as she looked at his unconscious form.Jack lay still, his injuries evident as he rested beneath the sterile hospital sheets. Machines beeped softly in the background, monitoring his vital signs as he remained lost in unconsciousness.A nurse entered the room, briefly interrupting the silence in the room with her presence. She scribbled down Jack's vitals in her notepad, then tur
As soon as Jack called her inside, Amy's emotions overwhelmed her, and tears began to flow freely down her cheeks. It was like fountains of emotions were erupting from her eyes, and with unsteady steps, she moved towards Jack, her voice trembling as she began to speak. "I'm so sorry… I'm so sorry," Amy choked out between sobs. "It all happened because of me… you have suffered so much, please forgive me…" Jack rose from his bed, even though he was mindful of his injuries. But he was completely oblivious to Megan's glare as he took a step towards Amy, his concern evident in his voice. "What are you saying? Of course, you didn't do anything, then why are you blaming yourself for all this?" Amy looked up at him with tear- filled eyes, her expression filled with guilt. "Oh, I'm so glad that you're okay… Otherwise, I don't know what I would have done with this massive amount of guilt… I'm so sorry, please believe me… I really am." With a mixture of relief and confusion, Amy leaned a
Amy's anxiety spiked as she sensed the tension thickening in the room, Megan's imposing presence casting a shadow over their conversation. Her mind flashed back to Megan's earlier outburst in the hallway, where she had been screaming bloody murder before Jack woke up… and this left her feeling uneasy and uncertain about how to proceed.However, Jack noticed this and stepped in before Amy could say anything, his voice firm and decisive. "I think we shall trust the doctor's opinion in this case, don't you think so?"On hearing his sarcastic remark, Megan quickly adjusted her approach, her tone softening as she attempted to regain control of the situation. "Of course, I'm not trying to say otherwise. But I just meant that it would be a good break for you to rest here, with the proper medical facilities around. And in any case, we need you on your feet as soon as possible, to carry out the plan–"Jack cut her off, saying, "Yes, don't worry about it. I will be just as comfortable at h
Hearing the word "Mummy" from Dottie's mouth sent a thunderbolt of shock through Amy's veins. For the initial few moments, she was frozen in shock. But as the fog of shock began to lift and she slowly returned to her senses, Amy sprang into action. She crossed the remaining distance in a hurry, and placed the tray of soup on the bedside table next to Jack. Now that her hands were free, she saw that Anna was already safe in Jack's arms, but Dottie was sitting alone towards the foot of the bed. Thus, she didn't waste any time before she quickly picked Dottie up, protectively covering her small stature with her arms, thinking that Rebecca might be about to burst into the room any moment now. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of her presence. In her arms, Dottie sat innocently, totally unaware of the horrifying thoughts that had gripped Amy's heart. In fact, her flustered movements only made the little girl feel entertained while Amy held her close. "Where,
The next morning, Amy was up early, determined to start the day right by preparing breakfast for Jack.Although she had to report to her internship online, she still tried to make time and do something nice for him. In any case, his injuries and the ongoing mission had effectively limited the ways in which they could go out and enjoy each other's company, but she didn't believe in any extravagant gestures in any case.So, breakfast in bed would be the perfect way to cheer him up. And moreover, she had recently learned from Helen that French toast used to be one of his favorites during childhood, so what better to surprise him with?Holding a tray with neatly arranged slices of French toast, syrup, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, she made her way to his room. As she reached the door, she pushed it open gently, expecting to see him still in bed, and began in a cheerful, sing- song voice, "Good mor–" However, her words caught in her throat as she took in the scene before
Megan had a wonderful morning. She started with a light breakfast of Caesar salad, savoring each crisp bite as she planned out her day. Feeling indulgent, she drew a long, steaming bath, sinking into the fragrant bubbles with a contented sigh. The warm water soothed her muscles and cleared her mind, leaving her relaxed and rejuvenated.After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Megan reluctantly stepped out of the bath, draping herself in a plush towel. She moved with deliberate grace to her dressing room, where she selected her outfit for the day. Stepping out of the steaming bath, wrapped herself in a plush towel, her skin glowing due to the lotion and scented oils. She padded softly across the marble floor and walked towards her bed, where three stunning dresses were laid out for her to choose from. The first was a Prada silk slip dress. The red silk draped elegantly on the hanger– simple and classic. She ran her fingers over the smooth fabric, but it was too flimsy and bold for
The cafe that the families had chosen for the brunch meeting featured floor to ceiling glass walls, that offered mesmerizing views of vibrant coral reefs and other exotic sea creatures.The overall ambience is supposed to mimic an underwater paradise, with colorful marine life swimming gracefully around them. Even the centrepieces on the tables were shaped like corals. As Megan and Jack entered the cafe, Megan was strutting ahead with confidence, her head held high. Jack followed closely behind, his senses on alert as the entire restaurant was empty except for one person sitting at a table.The man rose from his seat as soon as he saw Megan, and even from across the room, it was visible that he was wearing an obnoxious printed golden shirt that screamed money but no class. Megan's eyes narrowed slightly as she approached the person, but maintained her composed exterior, giving away nothing of her inner thoughts. On coming closer, it seemed like the man was almost similar in height