Alessandro, Rhys father was still in the hospital waiting room, he had managed to subdue his wife who insisted on not leaving the hospital and had fallen asleep on a chair. Rhys still hadn’t come out of the anesthesia and he was beginning to get worried because the doctor had told informed them at least two to three hours. Before she slept, Lydia had already filled him in on what the doctor had told them, about all the bleeding the bullet had caused and all the ruptured arteries. Alessandro had called a doctor who had taken part in Rhys surgery.“It was most likely the two bullets that had hit him and went through. People have the misconception that a low caliber gun might not do much damage but that isn’t true. The bullet doesn’t just go through clean, it bounces around inside the body like a rubber ball off all furniture in a house before it goes out the window. The bullet goes caroming around the body doing all kinds of damage before it exits the body.” The doctor had said over the
Dr. Melendez, the doctor who had operated on Lowry was both tired and hungry and he wanted to go home and sleep for at least twelve hours but that won’t be happening anytime soon because Alessandro and Lydia had come to see him in his office. Lydia was the most aggressive, wanting to know when Rhys would wake up and what they were doing to help him wake up. While Alessandro was firing questions at him as if he was being cross examined in a witness stand. What is the prognosis doctor? What is the significance of his reflexes? Was it a sign that his condition was improving?The worst part was the repetitive questions, it was as if the man wasn’t previously saying anything at all and was muttering incoherent words. ‘Do they want me to be God’ Dr Melendez thought, ‘They want me to say if he’ll live or die, if he’ll recover completely or of he’ll remain as he is’ He was slowly about to lose his mind from all the questions that were being thrown at him. “Can we do something to help him?”
“Welcome back to life, I thought we were going to lose you.” Lydia didn’t know when tears began to flow down her cheeks once again“I’m alright.” Rhys shifted, sending an arrow of pain radiating though his shoulder. He started to move his hand to the pain blossoming on his shoulder but Lydia clamped her fingers on his. “Shit! It fucking hurts! Actors should lean how to explain how painful a bullet wound feels.”“You are going to be fine.”“I’m in the hospital.” The pain was so immense. “How bad was it?”“You were flat lining a lot, you were in semi comatose state,” Johnathan entered the room. “ Welcome back best friend, don’t every play such games with me anymore or I swear to God, I’ll kill you myself.”“That’s if I don’t end up dead before you do.” Rhys chuckled. “I could hear voices but I couldn’t see them. It felt as if I was stuck in a dark place and no matter out I struggled, I could not break free.”“Can we stop talking about it? Rhys, you caused me to worry so much and when yo
Why Rhys was still recovering in the hospital, the world outside the fall walls of the hospital room was in turmoil. A woman had come out to the public, she had claimed to be the wife of Rhys Fernandez, the heir of the Fernandez family. This news caught everyone by surprise, a lot of hearts were broken the moment the news went out.The woman was Malia Meyers and as proof to her words, she brought out the marriage certificate, created a sob story of how she had Rhys had been happily married but he never truly loved her and always cheated on her, resulting to him having a child with another woman. She also mentioned the fact that after he had regained his memories, he wanted to divorce her and marry this other woman. With her act, she drew a lot of compassion from people and a lot of netizens were clamoring that the Fernandez family gave an explanation.Of course, when Lydia and Alessandro found out about this, they ignored it, they neither denied it or gave anyone an explanation. They
“Married? What do you mean?” Rhys looked genuinely confused at the thought of this. “How can I be married?” This question was directed at Johnathan, his gaze was blaming him.“I did not do anything. It has been on the internet for more than a few days.” Johnathan hurried tried to give and explanation before Rhys started casting blames.“On the internet? What does it say and how come no one thought of informing me about this rumor?”“It completely slipped my mind and since your parents didn’t mention anything about it. I didn’t consider it important.”Rhys could only facepalm at this. “So who is this woman that claims to be my wife?” He asked Elena this time. The surprise that Rhys had shown when he heard about his marriage wasn’t missed by Elena. She could tell that he was telling the truth and for some strange reason, she felt relieved when he denied it. She doesn’t give this much thought since Rhys asked her another question. “It’s a woman named Malia Meyers. She also has a ma
In short, Rhys escaped from his hotel room with the help of Jonathan, as he sauntered past the reception area, no one stopped him as he wore dark sunglasses as disguise. With his current appearance, no one could easily tell that he was the same VIP patient who was rushed in half dead.As Rhys stepped out of the hospital, he looked like a completely different person, like in the banquet, when Elena laid eyes on him, she was completely blown away by his appearance. He no longer looked sickly but like an energetic young boss. The suit was perfect on him like it was made exclusively for him. He had a sliver wristwatch on his wrist and a silver ring to match. His shoes were black and sleek and Rhys didn’t forget to leave a few buttons open, revealing a teasing hint of his chest.He got into Johnathan’s car, sitting besides Elena who was still stunned, her eyes sparkling. While Jonathan got in the co driver’s seat. “Come on, we have a party to crash!” He suddenly announced. At some point
“Why did you have to go get yourself shot that night?” Jonathan inquired with a pained expression. “ I was so worried about you, seeing you on the hospital bed, pale and weak. I was scared.”“Oh come on, don’t be such a cry baby.” Rhys didn’t take any of his words seriously. “What do you mean? When I say you are my best friend, I mean you are my brother. Imagine how it feels to grow up with the stories of someone that was meant to be your best friend and then not meeting him for a long time. And when you finally meet him, he’s so close to dying right before your eyes.” Rhys was stumped by his words, the smile on his face fell. He had grown up without care and affection from others and he just wasn’t used to it so he couldn’t truly understand what Johnathan felt. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think that Atlas would intentionally target me.”“He didn’t do it.” Jonathan suddenly announced.“What?” Rhys was shocked, he was almost sure that Atlas had a hand in his attack. And besides it was
Bastard didn’t even pay for the drinks.” The bartender hissed as he continued“What time was this? When he ran out? I mean when everyone ran after the shots were heard.” Jonathan continued, at some point he had already started to record what the bartender was saying.“Around a quarter past, I didn’t look at the clock.”“The man who got shot, how long did he leave before you heard the shots?”“Minutes he walked through the doors.”“He pushed open the door..”“Yeah, that’s the way it usually works and mind you, I don’t appreciate sarcasm.”‘Smack him on both side of the head and slam his head down.’ Jonathan thought inwardly but he didn’t give in to his urges. “And there were shots the minute he stepped out?”“Yeah.”Which meant that someone had been waiting for Rhys to come out, he had probably followed Rhys all the way to the bar. “How many shots?”“Three.”“Thanks.” Johnathan pulled out some more from his wallet and slid it across the counter towards the bartender before turning aro