Two months ago...
It’s all over.
Do you hear me?
It wasn’t how it was supposed to be! You could’ve killed her.
I heard a faint voice as I found myself regain my consciousness. A groan escaped my mouth but as soon as I opened my eyes they shut down immediately for the brightness. But then slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around to find myself in what looked like a hospital room. I had IVs attached to my body and a thin oxygen pipe was attached to my nose. I tried to get up but then my body didn’t respond to my wishes and that caused me to fall right back on the bed and before I knew it I had lost my consciousness once again.
Her vitals seems to be stable now.
I think the patient would come to senses any moment now.
Is she alright?
We can’t really tell that. As soon as she regains her consciousness, we all shall know it.
It’s a relief!
I could hear those people speak and could literally feel their stares on my body but I couldn’t move. I just couldn’t feel my body and it became frustrating for me. Suddenly, I felt something cold on my face and it when I began to feel everything.
I felt the cool air touching my skin and I could literally smell something medicinal and it was when I found myself opening my eyes and then looked frantically.
“Where is thi-s place?” I murmured as I stared only at the ceiling of the room but then recognized the place as a hospital room.
I was admitted.
“W-What? What happened?” I questioned myself and tried to get up but then stopped when I felt the needles inserted into my hand as IV drips.
Nobody was in the room and I expected for someone to be near to offer me some water. I could feel my throat dried up and the moment all I needed was water. But then questions arose on my mind thinking how was I admitted to the hospital and what really happened.
How did I end up here?
I wondered and tried to think of whatever I remembered and then like a spear being thrown, memories of what exactly happened flashed through my mind and it was when I remembered everything.
“Z-Zachary,” was the only name that came out of my mouth.
“Zachary. Oh my god! Wh-What really happened? Where is he?” I muttered to myself before looking around but was soon disappointed when I didn’t find him around.
“Where in the world is he? He should have been here, next to me bu-” I spoke irritated and remembered I had met with an accident last night and remembered my car being hit by a truck as my car fell off the bridge and into the river. I looked at my hands and body to find faint bruises all over it and touched my face to find it swollen and had a bandage wrapped my forehead.
The last thing I remembered was...when I opened my eyes I found myself in the water and I thought I would lose consciousness any second. The driver’s body was right before me and I had no idea if he was dead or alive but still holding his collar I found myself swimming out of the already broken window towards the surface. It was dark and as I swam towards the surface, I could feel my legs giving in and at the moment I knew we were in deep water...still for the sake of Zachary I swam towards the surface hoping that if I reach the surface I would definitely live but then I felt my lungs giving in and it was when I found myself losing consciousness.
“But where is he?” I thought and then tried to get rid of the drips before deciding upon investing about his whereabouts on my own.
“You better have a good reason for being absent while I regained senses Mr. Zachary Udolf Sullivan else you are going to have it from me,” a sharp pain crossed my body when my foot touched the cold ground. Still, hissing in pain I held the sides of the bed and gradually yet slowly walked towards the door. My legs seemed to be stable for me to walk on my own but still, I could feel the pain hitting my body with every step I took.
“Where are you, Zachary? Damn it!” I cursed under my breath as I walked out of my room but as I was just about to cross another room, the voice of a news reporter reporting in tv stopped me in my tracks and I looked at it only to gasp in shock.
The headlines were about Zachary. They showed us some videos of him standing on the balcony of our house looking at particularly nothing. He looked terrible but what shocked me was the headline which read.
A month anniversary to the famous businessman Mr. Zachary Udolf Sullivan’s wife.
And then they showed the viewers some videos of me with him at all the events we attended together.
“What the hell!” I cursed as I realized what was going on but then it hit me.
“Wait! A month? Was I out for a month? And they think I am dead? Wait! Am I actually dead?” I yelled and looked around before pinching myself only to end up hissing in pain.
“What the fuck?”
“T-This got to be some type of joke. And Zachary that fool.. does he even know I am alive? What exactly is going on over here?” I cried as I held the bridge of my nose in aggravation. The moment was short lived when the main door opened and I watched as two men walked in. I recognized the one wearing the white coat as the doctor and the other one... a stranger.
Still, I found myself walking back towards my room and I as I realized Zachary was not near me, I went back to my bed and slept back on it pretending to be out. I could hear the door of my room opening and the footsteps were clearly audible as whoever they were they walked in and stood right beside me.
“Why is her drip not attached to her body?“I heard an angry masculine voice.
“I think the nurse might have got rid of it,” the other one spoke professionally and I assumed it as the voice of the doctor.
“Is she alright now? Why has she not regained her consciousness yet?” the angry guy asked and the doctor replied: “It’s really strange. She should have already regained her senses because her vitals are clearly normal.”
“Do whatever you want to doctor but remember this I want this woman back to senses now. If anything happens to her...” he stopped for a second before continuing with a threatening tone “I will shut this hospital down.”
Who is he?
I have never heard this voice before.
Did he know me?
Why did he not inform Zachary about me?
Is he one of Zachary’s men or enem...
No! Too soon to judge.
I heard a ringing of the phone and then I waited a little longer with the intentions of listening to their conversation much further.
“Yes, she is alright now. But she has still not been able to regain her sense,” the angry dude spoke to someone through the phone.
“You don’t have to think about her. I shall take care of her. You just carry on destroying the Sullivans. You remember this right? It was our deal. I shall take care of her and in return, you shall eliminate each member of the Sullivan family,” he said and at the moment a gasp escaped my mouth out of shock for what I just heard.
So an enemy.
“What was that?” the angry dude asked as he had clearly heard my gasp.
I bit down on my tongue aware of the mistake I just did and the next moment felt as if someone was waving its hand over my face.
“Is she on her senses?” the guy asked and the doctor replied: “She has still not opened her eyes. So I guess not!”
The angry dude hummed in response before going back to his phone call conversation. I could feel my palm forming into a fist thinking about it.
Why would they want to eliminate the whole Sullivan family?
Who are they?
And who is the one at the other end of the phone?
“Remember this very well, destroy the Sullivans. I want them going down to dirt before I could kill them with my own hand,” he spoke and it was when I thought of Zachary.
After they were gone, I sneaked out towards the other room where I had last seen the tv. I saw the patient in deep sleep but this time there was a person sleeping on the couch of the room. I assumed it to be a guardian of the patient but then carried on with my mission to get the phone of the sleeping person.
It was right in the front pocket of his shirt and he was in a deep slumber and looked too tired to get up. So, taking it as the chance, I walked out of the room and hurriedly dialed Zachary’s number after four to five wrong attempts of numbers it rung but was soon disconnected.
“What the-” I looked at the phone screen to find that the person at the other end had cut my call.
“Arrgh! Just pick up the damn phone you idiot!”
Unfortunately, he kept on disconnecting my calls and as I begun to grow more impatient and frustrated I decided on leaving a text message first.
Pick up the damn phone you monkey.
I wrote a simple one-line message and sent it to him and expected that he would ignore the message but again fortunately for me within two seconds of my text message, he called back and almost immediately I picked it up holding the phone near my ear.
“H-Hello? Is this Juliette? J-Juliette?” I heard his voice. He sounded terrible as if he had been drinking.
But it was enough for me to have a sigh of relief. My eyes teared up hearing his voice and as I realized I was out for a month and all this time people might have made it harder for him because of the lies they thought I had died, completely oblivious to the fact that I was indeed alive.
“Were you drinking?” I asked and then heard him gasp.
“Where are you?” he said almost immediately and not wanting to fight him for ignoring my question I told him my whereabouts and I could hear the background noise of jingling of keys and ignition of the car before the call got disconnected of its own.
“What the fuck?” I said it out loud when I checked the network long gone.
“Shit!” I cursed under my breath but thankfully I had managed to tell him about my location and I was sure he would reach me any second.
“Exactly! Shit!” a voice behind me made me jump up from my place as I turned to look at the person to be the same person whose phone I took out sneakily a few minutes ago. The guy crossed his arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes at me and then at the phone I was holding.
“If you are done with your conversation then can I get my phone back? I have urgent calls to make!” he snarled at me and almost immediately I handed his phone back to him with a sheepish grin on my face.
“Uh...” I trailed off not knowing what to say.
“You could’ve asked... it was not like as if I wouldn’t have helped a stranger for a phone call and that to a ...” he eyes me up and down before continuing “patient.”
“Uh... Thank you for your help. Arigato!” I bowed my head down and dashed towards my room.
Shit! Now I shall be labeled as the thief patient in this hospital. I’m sure he is going to complain about me. Shit!
As I sat back on the bed ashamed and flushed for being caught the door flew open a bewildered I looked at the person to find the person none other than Zachary. He stood there, at the entrance of just staring at me with wide eyes but as I got up from the bed he realized I was alive and was right before him the look on his face changed from shock to relief and the next moment he ran up to me engulfing me into his arms.
“I knew it that you were alive my love. I knew it. Oh my lord. Oh my love,” he held me tightly in his arms blocking the air out of my lungs and cried sounding desperate. And at that exact moment I felt all his miseries and even though he told me nothing, his condition and his voice clearly told me that he was in a much more miserable condition than I really was while I was in the hospital.