chapter 3: Shattered dreams and broken bones

Without confronting them, I drove out of the house in anger. I could feel my blood boiling, sweat dripping down my forehead, as my thoughts lingered on the evil smile Robin gave me. 

 Like he knew what he was doing, like he wasn't remorseful, and he enjoyed every bit of the torment he saw in my eyes. My mind was messed up, and I couldn't concentrate on my driving, until a bright light shone into my eyes, and the sounds of the horning finally came to life. 

But it was too late, a loud bang was what I heard next, as my hands flew away from the steering, and my car tumbled countless times. I felt my head leaving my body, my body slamming on all corners of the car. I could feel my body sore, and when the car finally stopped I couldn't take a picture of anything I saw. Everything was blurry. A bang on the car window was the only sound I heard, as my eyes slowly closed.

(At the hospital)

“How could you do that to me, how could you let him see us together, and you kept your mouth shut? You better pray and wish he wakes up. We still need him to sign the documents. He shouldn't die like this, at least not yet, until we get what we want from him, baby, until then.”

I could hear my wife's voice whispering softly, and I knew it definitely wasn't me. “Well, he is as good as dead, isn't he? His hospital had been shut down. He killed the wrong patient this time, babe, and he is definitely not getting out of the Mikaelsons.”

I’ll recognize this voice anywhere to be Robin’s voice. I struggled to keep my eyes closed because my whole body wanted to give him the beating of his entire life, but the pains that filled my whole body didn't let me move. I could hardly feel my body, slowly opening my eyes to see my wife and my best friend together.

“Oh my God, babe, you are awake! I'm so glad, I'm so glad,” she said, I've been by your bedside, praying that you open your eyes. She moved to hug me, but I winced in pain. “Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry, baby.”

I felt disgusted by her, but I could barely move, much less talk. I simply allowed her to fool herself. Robin just stared at me without saying any words. 

The doctors then came in to examine me. Everything felt normal except the numbness on some parts of my body and the body pains I felt all over my body.

“For how long have I been unconscious?” I finally found my voice to ask.

“Just three weeks, sir. You will need more time to recover and get used to your body,” the doctor said.

During my stay in the hospital, all I did was sign one paper or another. Dr. Ronald was still nowhere to be found, and the Mikaelsons obviously sued me. I sold my houses, cars, and properties to solve pending issues. 

But I was still drowning in debts. My wife was nowhere to be seen, not that I cared because the moment I stand up from this bed, I would be getting a divorce immediately.

The only good thing about my stay at the hospital was Naomi. She was the one who crashed into my car, and since she found out I regained consciousness, she hasn't missed a day in coming to visit me, for some weird reasons shock was written on her face whenever she visited like she had seen a ghost but whatever the reason was it really didn't matter.

 Her bright smile always set my mind at peace, her words of encouragement that really encouraged me. I was even grateful that she hit me at some point. She paid extra care and attention to me; it felt like she had known me for years.

I kept looking out the window for her, but she didn't show up the whole day, and I won't lie, I was disappointed. I haven't gone out since I've been here, and it was becoming uncomfortable. 

I needed to stretch my legs. The nurse came in to give me my usual shot, and when she did, I felt weak suddenly.

“What is this?” I asked her.

“It’s pain relief,” she replied.

But that shit doesn't relieve any pain; instead, it adds to it. I dozed off immediately. The sharp pain I felt in my legs woke me up. I tried to move my legs, but it felt numb. I couldn't feel my legs; in fact, I couldn't feel the lower part of my body.

 I called for help, the pain was excruciating; I couldn't bear it. The doctor injected me with sleeping drugs, I guess because I slowly drifted to sleep.

I woke up to the doctor staring right at me with a weird look. “Am a doctor myself, so I know what that look means: bad news.” I ordered. 

"Spill it, doctor, what is it?” I was impatient to know. My life for the past months has been nothing but bad news, but I didn't expect what the doctor said next.

“My dear, I am so sorry to inform you that after proper examination, you won't be able to use your feet again, unless a miracle occurs.”

“What do you mean, doctor?” I asked, my heart pounding fast.

“The accident dislocated a bone. The placement of the bone is in a very tiny spot, difficult to detect. The pains you felt last night were as a result of the bone cracking, which resulted in your current disability. We will try our best to see if there's anything we can do, but until then, that's all I can say.”

As he left. I looked around to see if there was anyone I could turn to, but I was all alone. My wife was gone, my business was gone, and now my legs are gone. “No, no, this cannot be happening.” I prayed within, as tears streamed down my cheeks.