“Anything upward of five minutes could be considered extended.”“And my son’s heart stopped for five minutes and then seconds, isn’t that what you said?” The frown on her face was becoming more scary, a murderous aura was also coming from her.“Yes, Mr Fernandez brain was deprived of blood for that period of time, his heart was not pumping blood for that period of time.” The doctor quickly noticed the change in her, he silently prayed as he chose his next words carefully “You said varying degrees of damages,” Johnathan reminded him. “Varying in what way?”“The brain will tolerate a loss of circulation for only a short period of time. As a rule, if deprivation continues for more than five minutes, damage will usually result.” The doctor’s heart thumped loudly. ‘I don’t want to be here anymore’ He cried to himself. Inside the surgical room, they had all nominated the one who would informed Lydia of the news and unfortunately, he was chosen. He began to blame his luck.Five minutes and
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
And so she watched, helpless and frustrated, as Rhys fought with his life.Rhys was a force to be reckoned with, his fists flying as he took on Nikolai, Christopher, and Atlas. The three men were no match for his skill and determination, and soon they were all on the ground, defeated. Rhys didn’t even notice Elena, who was tied up and helpless, tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t believe her ears as she heard Rhys’ voice, strong and confident, as he fought for his life.“Rhys?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.But Rhys didn’t hear her. He was too busy taking down his enemies, his focus solely on the task at hand.Elena’s heart ached as she watched Rhys, her love for him overflowing. She had thought she would never see him again, and yet here he was. She struggled against her bonds, trying to break free, but they were too tight. She was trapped, unable to move or escape.And so she watched, helpless and frustrated, as Rhys fought for his life. She knew that he was stron
The helplessness was suffocating, crushing her beneath its weight. Nikolai gloated, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “You see, I’ve always wanted to gain control of the Fernandez family. And now, with you in my grasp, I can finally do it.”Christopher stepped forward, his eyes cold and calculating. “Yes, Lydia, you’re a valuable pawn in our game. And soon, you’ll be nothing more than a memory.”Lydia’s eyes widened in shock as she realized that Christopher was a traitor, a betrayer of the worst kind. The revelation was like a punch to the gut, leaving her breathless and reeling. “You’re a monster,” she spat, her voice muffled by the gag.Christopher just laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, Lydia, you have no idea what I’m capable of. I’ve been playing a long game, and you’re just a small part of it.”Nikolai chuckled, his eyes gleaming with approval. “Yes, Christopher has been very helpful in our plans. He’s been instrumental in capturing Rhys as a child, and also in poison
The room seemed to darken, as if the shadows themselves were closing in around them, suffocating them with an unseen force. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. “When did this happen?” Jonathan asked, his voice firm, but laced with a hint of desperation.Rhys’ eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. He could feel the tension building, like a storm about to break. “What’s going on?” Rhys mouthed to Jonathan, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his own heart.Jonathan held up a hand, signaling Rhys to wait, his eyes fixed on some unseen point, as if trying to will the answer into existence. The silence was oppressive, a physical force that pressed down upon them, making it hard to breathe. Rhys felt like he was drowning in a sea of uncertainty.“I’ll mobilize my men, Uncle. We’ll find them,” Jonathan said, his voice reassuring, but laced with a hint of doubt.Rhys’ eyes widened, his heart racing with fear. He knew that someth
Rhys’ eyes widened in surprise, and he leaned forward, eager to hear more. “What? That’s not possible. I’m the rightful heir.”“I know,” Jonathan said, nodding. “But Harrison seemed convinced that Atlas was the better choice. And Christopher, your uncle, has been backing him up.”Rhys’ face darkened with anger, and he clenched his fists. “I’ll deal with them,” he growled.Jonathan placed a hand on Rhys’ shoulder. “I know you will, Rhys. But you need to be careful. They’re not going to give up easily.”Rhys nodded, his expression serious. “I know. But I’m not going to let them get away with this. I’m going to fight for what’s rightfully mine.”Jonathan smiled, feeling a sense of pride and admiration for his friend. “I know you will, Rhys. And I’ll be right there beside you.”As they sat there, Jonathan couldn’t help but think about how much Rhys had been through. He had lost his family, his home, and his identity. But he was still standing, still fighting. “Rhys, I’m sorry,” Jonathan s
Rhys chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not a ghost, Jonathan. I’m alive.”But Jonathan refused to believe it. He took a step back, his eyes fixed on Rhys as if he was seeing a specter. “No, no, no,” Jonathan muttered to himself. “This can’t be real. You’re dead. I saw your dead body. Who the hell is trying to mess with me.” Jonathan hurriedly took out a gun from his jacket and pointed it at Rhys. “Who the fuck are you and why do you look like him?” His voice was cold and unfeeling Rhys stood up and took a step forward, his hands outstretched. “Jonathan, listen to me. I’m alive. I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m here. I’m flesh and blood.”Jonathan’s eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Rhys. He wanted to believe him, but his mind was struggling to accept the truth.Rhys took another step forward, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Jonathan, I know this is a lot to take in. But I’m here. I’m alive. And I’m not going anywhere.”A vast array of emotions swirled within Jonathan a
Rhys and Zephyr drifted off to sleep on the boat, the gentle rocking motion and the sound of the waves lulling them into a deep slumber. But as they slept, a warm light enveloped them, and they vanished from the ship. Rhys opened his eyes to find himself in a strange room. He was lying on a comfortable couch, and Zephyr was still asleep beside him. But as he looked around, he realized that they were no longer on the boat. They were in a study room, filled with books and strange artifacts.Rhys sat up, his mind racing with confusion. Where were they? How did they get there? He looked around the room, trying to find some answers. But there was no one there apart from him and Zephyr.“Rio, what’s going on?” Rhys asked, his voice shaking slightly.“I’m the one who teleported you here,” Rio replied, his voice calm and reassuring. “You’re safe, Rhys. You’re in a safe place.”Rhys’ eyes widened in shock. “But how did we get here? And where is here?”“You needed to get back to your family,” R
Zephyr’s face lit up with joy, her eyes shining like stars. “Thank you, Rhys! I won’t let you down, I promise!”Rhys smiled, feeling a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement. What had he just gotten himself into? Only time would tell. As they prepared to leave the island, Rhys couldn’t help but wonder what lay ahead. He pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.Rhys asked Rio, his mind still connected to his friend’s. “How are we going to leave the island?” he asked, his thoughts transmitted directly to Rio.“Break the barrier,” Rio replied, his voice clear and confident in Rhys’ mind. “It’s the only way off the island.”Rhys looked around, trying to locate the barrier. He saw a shimmering wall of light a few meters away, pulsing with a gentle blue energy. The barrier seemed to hum with power, its surface rippling like water.“That’s it?” Rhys asked, his doubts creeping in. “It looks so fragile.”“It’s not as easy as it looks,” Rio warned. “The barrier is powerful,
As they meditated, Zephyr could feel her connection to the island beginning to weaken since the disappearance of the Starheart. She knew that she would have to find a way leave soon, to return to the human world and create an identity for herself. But for now, she was content to sit beside Rhys, to focus on her own energy, and to help him heal. Zephyr’s thoughts turned to her own journey, to the island that she had been on for as long as she could remember. She really could not fault her parents for abandoning her but she really wished that they had found a better place for her. As she meditated, Zephyr could feel her energy growing stronger, more vibrant. She knew that she would be able to leave the island soon, to return to a new world. Zephyr’s eyes opened, and she looked at Rhys. He was still meditating, his eyes closed, his face peaceful. She smiled, feeling a sense of connection to him, of friendship even though throughout the time that they spent together, he was unconscious.
Rhys had his mind set on breaking the barrier and leaving the island behind. He thought of his family , how worried they were after the had found out about his disappearance. He lets out a huge sigh and rubbed his forehead. “How long was I unconscious?” He inquired from Zephyr “A year and two days.” Zephyr sat down next to him as she responded.What? The response came as a shock to him, he found it hard to believe that he had been unconscious and away from his family for more than a year. This fueled his resolve to break the barrier and return home. Zephyr’s voice broke the silence, her words soft and gentle. “Don’t worry, human. I’ll help you. We’ll figure out a way to break the barrier together.”Rhys’ gaze snapped back to Zephyr, his eyes searching hers. He saw a determination there, a sense of purpose that mirrored his own. “Thank you,” Rhys said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.Zephyr smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “We’ll do it, Rhys. I promise.”“Rhys.”“Wh