I’ve never wanted to strangle someone so badly.By now the other nurses in the reception are also paying their attention to us, and most of them had varying expressions on their faces. Some looked pissed off while others looked sympathetic. But none of them came forward to rectify the nurse who was talking to me.Her name tag reads Clara.“Fine, then,” I growl, “I will pay for everything. Add all the charges to my account. I’ll give you all the information.”The nurse’s mouth quirks downwards, and she gives me a distasteful look. For a split second, I wonder what I must look like. Somehow, I’d lost my jacket, and the light blue shirt that I wore underneath was covered with blood and grime. My hands are covered with blood as well, drying in the temperature of the room. My hair is disheveled from the wind and running my fingers through it. My expression must be close to insane. I don’t even want to think about the state of my pants and shoes.I really need to take a shower to even gain
The look on everyone’s faces is incomprehensibly stunned the moment I re-enter the hospital with its director in tow. The nurses at the reception all stand up as they see him approach, and Clara’s face pales.I feel a little bit guilty about what I had done. I know that I am misusing a power that I have on hand. But what choice have I been left with? Ever since I entered this world, I’ve tried to treat people with compassion and kindness. But it only backfired on me and made me look like a right idiot. Now, it seems, that the wisest way was to treat people the same way they treated me.“Who is the nurse manning the reception front desk today?” Pat demands as soon as we come to a stand in front of the reception table.The nurses look at one another and Clara takes a step forward.“I am at the front desk sir,” she says in a voice that is close to shivering.I tamp down the feeling of guilt. My friend is in the ER getting treated after being shot. I cannot afford guilt.“Nurse Clara, isn
“Pat, I know how you feel about her conduct. Trust me, I am as pissed as you are, and I was the one on the receiving end of it,” I say as I sit across Patrick Wright’s office on the topmost floor of the Northwestern Clandestine Hospital, moments after the whole debacle downstairs, “but firing her over one such mistake is not right.”Coraline has been stabilized, and her bleeding was effectively ceased. She was not on the brink of danger anymore. A blood transfusion was being done as we speak.I give Gerald a call and tell him everything, but as I predicted he already knows and is on his way to the hospital. Coraline’s parents have been notified. They had been out of the city on what was a mini-vacation and were racing home. When I talk with them, they beg me to stay and help their daughter until they arrive. This is the second time this month that Coraline landed in a hospital with a threat to her life. I assure them of her safety to the best of my ability before ending the call. I ca
It takes only one more hour for the police to contact Gerald and me. They swing by the hospital and get the statements. It’s the same detectives from before, and they look much paler this time around, the creases on their foreheads seemingly permanently etched. They mutter about suspects and urge us to notify them if we see any sort of suspicious activity. There are still no leads from the last case.It is only after they leave the premises after taking our statements that I realize that I forgot to ask them if they had paid Aiden a visit.When Coraline’s parents arrive, the time is around 03:00 AM in the morning. They see me in the hallway in front of the emergency unit and come to a stop. I have a good idea of what I look like, my eyes bloodshot and half-closed from sleepiness, my hair barely held down by running my hand through it a couple of times, still dressed in that wrinkled, blood-stained suit that is starting to smell.Coraline’s parents take one look at me and demand that I
Mr. and Mrs. Granger sit at a far table in the hospital cafeteria as we arrive at the hospital, looking tired. But as soon as they see us, they shoot us watery smiles and straighten in greeting.“Hey, did you guys get any sort of rest?” I ask them, my voice gentle.“We certainly tried, but well, Coraline has still not woken up, so sleep was the last thing on our minds,” Mrs. Granger smiles ruefully, “but the doctors said that she’s going to be fine, although she will need therapy. Both for her leg and her psyche, if she so desires.”“I mean, if it were me, I’d definitely need therapy,” Mr. Granger mutters, “getting shot like that, on the side of the road…god, my baby girl.”His wife entangles her arm with his and leans into him in comfort. I feel bad for this couple who had to see their kid in the hospital twice this month, both of them being while in my company. A part of me wonders if this is my fault somehow. Am I the reason why Coraline keeps getting into these circumstances? Afte
Gerald, of course, pales when I tell him about the nurse’s observation.“Well," he mutters, “I cannot say that the thought did not occur to me. You being your father’s son…it will not come as a surprise that people would make the connection between you and your father and come after you in order to get to your father.”“Oh, god,” I drawl, rubbing my hands on my face, “it’s way too early to be having these revelations. Seriously, why on earth did I think it was a good idea to come back here? I should’ve known that something like this would happen. I should’ve taken my chance with the bullies and stayed.”“Come now, Jace,” Gerald pats my back soothingly as I hunch over in the backseat of the car, “it might not be true. You may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I mean, there could be nobody targeting you specifically, but only Zelt Tech employees. Or maybe they are not targeting anyone at all. You’re not the only person who had been shot at in the past few weeks.”“Is that
Coraline stepped for a day more. The bullet had grazed her thigh bone, nearly shattering it, so her recovery period was going to be long. She was to stay in the hospital for at least a week.Coraline’s parents called me immediately to deliver the news of their daughter awakening, and at that point, I was in class.With everything that was happening, the summer semester was ending, which meant there was a set of examinations coming up. The campus was, therefore, abuzz with activity, with lecturers working to finish all the study material for the semester and students functioning solely on coffee and sugar in order to cram whatever they could in order to sit for the exams and get some decent grades. King’s College was a very competitive university, and with everyone attending being the best brains in the country, students had to go above and beyond to get on par with the syllabus.Fortunately, my class was ending when they gave me the call. I, of course, could not take it without riskin
Coraline spent about thirteen days in the hospital, but even after she was released, she was instructed to attend physiological therapy for her leg for two weeks, three times per week. In addition, she was given plenty of exercises to do daily in order to strengthen her leg. The flesh wound had healed, but the bone had not. So, there was still a cast around her thigh, and she needs to use a crutch to move around.But she looks considerably happier now she’s been released from the hospital, her eyes regaining that glow that makes them sparkle. Her parents are also relieved to have her home.Two days after Coraline comes home, I get a call while I travel to Zelt Tech after a particularly grueling day of exams.“I wanna get back to work,” she says before I can even greet her.“Coraline, there’s no rush, I can handle it here until you get healed sufficiently,” I argue, “seriously, Gerald and I doing quite alright.”We were not. Gerald was not doing badly, but I was plain overwhelmed with