The air around her seemed to stop, her breathing became slower and the butterflies turned into zombies eating her up from the inside. What is wrong with me? She asked herself while placing a hand on her stomach. ‘I'm not hungry. I already ate so much inside so why do I feel this way?’ She panted heavily, feeling like she had just run a marathon and her legs became wobbly. She even needed to rest on her knees to keep herself up.“Ms Banks? Are you alright? Are you feeeeelllllliiiiinnnggg ooookkkkaaaayyyy?” His words suddenly began to slow down in her ears. She looked up at him while trying to breathe and she didn't know which was him from the three blurry visions she could see. She couldn't tell him apart from her hallucinations. She saw his mouth moving but didn't even hear what he was saying anymore. What is going on with me? She cried on the inside while trying to hold herself up. Ivan looked at her with so much worry glinting in his eyes as he placed his hand on her back and
Ten minutes had passed and she burnt up like a bread in an oven about to be done. Ivan was starting to grow out of patience while waiting for the doctor but before he could speak, Alfred's phone rang and the tense man immediately answered the call.“Okay, hold on.” He said before hanging up. “He is outside already.” “Hurry! Go get him!” Ivan ordered him and Alfred rushed out of the room on command. Trevor had remained by the door and peaked out of the room, he saw Alfred running as fast as his old legs could allow him.Seconds later, the man came back rushing in with a man dressed like a doctor carrying a bag of maybe equipment in his hand and they both dashed down the hall as fast as they could and made their way into Ivan's room. “Uhm.. Vienna.” Trevor called out to her and she grumbled a reply. He didn't care about how she responded though, as long as she did. “What did you say happened to Janet?”“She was drunk, why?” She angrily questioned him as she remained seated on the bed
They were all silently still while waiting for madam Rita to respond and she didn't hesitate to tell them all it was that she knew as well. “My madam doesn't take drugs if that's what you are asking, even at times that she falls ill, she would rather have an injection than pills.” Madam Rita responded. “Hmm,” the doctor seemed to be brooding for a moment. “I don't know what could have happened to her and I can't be certain until I have run some tests. I am only asking if she takes any pills because there are situations where a pill reacts wrongly with alcohol and can cause a reaction like hers.“There was a patient with similar symptoms and it was because she was on some drugs that shouldn't be taken with alcohol. Her heart seized and her lungs were swollen. The wrong chemicals born from the substance and the alcohol caused the production of red blood cells to stop and if she hadn't been taken care of, she would have died.”The doctor's story brought surprised reactions on each of t
The atmosphere was warm and comforting as a heater radiated enough warmth to spread all about the place. The walls stood strong and protective, keeping out every form of noise or disturbance from getting to the inside and it too contributed to the spreading of warmth. Depended on the condition of the heater or air conditioner. If it was an air conditioner, as the cold air touched the walls, the wall itself took in the air and spread it evenly across the room and it did so too with a heater. A small electric kettle in black and silver sat on the ground with its tail plugged out of the socket and like a rooftop of a chimney, smoke left the open mouth and spread into the air. Ivan could remember clearly what the doctor had told him about a kettle of hot water being prepared and there was something else, something about a cabinet. A brown smooth wood cabinet hung from the wall and stretched forward into the room. Directly under it was a cabinet set like a table as well and Ivan walke
A gust of wind from the open window blew past the curtain and directly at Ivan's bed causing him to shiver. He threw his blanket over his body properly and snuggled into his bed. He let out a tired yawn as he tossed around in bed then sat up straight. His eyes turned to the small box displaying the time and noticed that it was well after seven. “Huh? But how? What happened to the alarm?” He asked himself as he stared confusedly at the alarm clock. Without wasting any more time, he sprung out of bed and rushed outside his room. As he got to the living room, he noticed his aunt sitting at the dining table at a corner of the room with Alfred. They were both having breakfast together. He walked up to them and took his seat. “Good morning.” “Morning young master.”“Morning hun.” Both Alfred and Ms. Wayne replied at the same time. “Would you care for some toast?” Alfred asked his young master. “Would you mind explaining to me what happened to my alarm clock?” Ivan's brow arched as he
Madam Rita was sitting in her favorite armchair in her bedroom, lost in the thought of everything that was happening and the reality of things, a sigh left her mouth as she relaxed into the chair.She had almost gone deaf from all the conversations over the phone for the past few hours and she was still expecting more. Mr and Mrs Banks had been calling her nonstop about updates on their daughter and she had been calling Ms. Wayne about updates as well.As much as she wanted to be in the hospital at that moment, she had to wait behind for Mr and Mrs Banks to arrive so they would all go to the hospital at the same time. “Drugs…” she muttered to herself with no one but the silence in the room to listen to her. Janet wasn't on any drugs that she knew about and she also trusted that if she were taking a secret dose, she would have told her of all people about it.But would she? The girl was the kind to remain in her own space to sort out her own life problems except if she felt it not t
The atmosphere in the hospital hallway seemed to be choking except for Ivan who was more than calm. Rather filled with disappointment. Having the fact that the woman was doing drugs on her own free will– or so he thought– he felt disappointed that he was worried all night for someone like her and he hated the fact that he blamed himself also. “Tell us doctor, is it some kind of dangerous pill? Hard drugs perhaps?” Ms. Wayne asked with wide open eyes. The Doctor heaved a rather weary and heavy sigh. His eyes trailed back to the image on the screen of the phone and he let his mind access them for one more time as if he wished they were something else from their original version. He finally opened his mouth and started explaining. “Well… yes, unfortunately… it is a kind of hard drug, they both are– but most people don't know that!” He stated firmly as if to take sides with Janet. Ivan groaned softly. “Doc, of course the person ingesting the drug must have known what they are from th
Ivan wished he could close his ears as well. All he wanted to hear was nothing to process his thoughts in silence but just then, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He opened his eyes with a sigh and took it out. It was Trevor calling. His eyes trailed from the phone to the doctor who already got the message to excuse himself. He planted a hand on Ivan's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. “You have done nothing wrong so you have no reason to hate yourself.” How could he tell the doctor that he did? Apart from ignoring her symptoms, he tagged her a drug abuser and for a moment didn't care about whatever happened to her. He only responded with a weak smile. “I can tell already that she is a strong woman and a good fighter. Nothing will happen to her once we have faith. Don't brood for too long, it will ruin your handsome face.” The doctor's lips formed into a weak smile as he spoke. He then turned around to leave and Ivan answered his call. “Hello?” The tone of Trevor's